It was the turn of the woman with blue hair. She went on her knees; her hands were tied behind her back.
People stopped and glared at her like she was the demon or a wicked dragon that deserved death.
The woman didn't utter a word out, she had accepted her end without pleading for help. She knew there would be no help even if the dragons were to invade the city, they would only face their demise just like her.
Leon looked at her face, her eyes seemed to be in a similar state to his. Both yearning for revenge and end to the world with holy palace in it.
Coincidently, the blue eyes of the woman saw the two men. Even though Leon and Darlos had their power restrained, the woman had still felt a distinctive aura embedded within one of the two.
It was small in amount.
Small enough not even for the elite soldiers standing around, to notice. The two had intermingled with other commoners so well with their disguise, it was hard to tell any difference.
'How long will it take for them to take her life?' asked Darlos, emitting impatience.
His voice entered in Leon's head like air silently entering the ear. But Leon didn't answer, he was waiting for the same thing.
The man that held the sharp and thick blade in hand didn't swing it. He was waiting for the command from a very gaunt man sitting far away from everyone. He wanted to let others know about his glorious existence.
'Always a shrimp behind useless cause.' Said Darlos, annoyed by the appearance of the man when noticed.
The man was bold and had brownish goatee with thick eyebrows. Kit out in usual knight armor except for a small tag on his chest indicating his authority.
'He's a Di-level knight,'
'Could have made a simple medieval system, why went that hard? Is it a trend?'
'It's not important, all you need to know he's just a crap knight.'
The man shook his head in slight, letting the executioner know to kill the woman. The sword on the executioner's hand rose up.
All the focus was on the sword, anticipating for it to fall and when it did descend, the head of the woman flung away before rolling on the ground.
It stops right next to Leon's feet.
He looked down at it, the opened eyes of the woman were lifelessly looking back at him.
People began to step away from him, they were afraid of the rule of not getting close to anything belonging to the criminal. If they touch anything, they will also become one of them.
Darlos knew about the rules. Perhaps, these rules were old now but still used for several reasons.
Commoner glared at them waiting for two men to back off, the atmosphere became intense.
The Di-knight was also waiting for it too, although, wishing for them to pick it up so he could kill more people.
Knight are considered to be the fighters of the nation but what are these commoners in the eyes of these very knights? It all depends on human nature.
It's seldom to see knights having compassion for the commoners. Knights are not normally selected by going around and seeing which person has the required potential to become a knight.
Rather, from the get-go, they already predict and prepare the knights and place them in higher authority. What they place in their hearts, afterward, is greed and make them snobbish.
For Leon, he wasn't bothered.
Leon bent and picked up the head from the ground, because of that people around him were left in dumbstruck, they wondered if Leon was in his right mind.
'Darlos,'
Darlos looked at Leon suspiciously, he knew Leon was about to do something that was unacceptable.
'We are heading inside the kingdom.'
But there was a problem for them.
'With an arrogant man in front of us, he will only want us dead.'
Erlen Marcivus, the Di-knight, got up from the chair. He seems to be amused by the strange act of the man. As he strolled towards him, his hand slid towards the pommel of the sword then towards the hilt, ready to take it out of the scabbard.
"Have you forgotten the rules already? Commoners really do have small brain for processing stuff." Erlen mocked, slowly taking out the claymore.
In front of Leon, the man was just a measly small object that could be crushed with a little to none force.
But he had to stop himself from crushing them. His next step wouldn't proceed if he did something unnecessary.
The blade scythed through the air but paused as the sharp edge of it almost touched the skin of the throat. Leon didn't flinch, slightly impressing the Di-knight.
"Your sense of fear has vanished out of hungry. Poor thing, I don't find you fun at all." Said Erlen, disappointed.
He rolled his eyes around toward Darlos, his next victim. This time he wanted to kill someone to make Leon fear for his life and beg. He wanted to show dominance.
"Let me show you, the retribution for the crime you have commit" Erlen roared out loud, moving his sword quickly aiming for Darlos throat.
'A shrimp has no brain; Leon think of something else, my impatience is run out I cannot wait any longer.'
Everything around them had slowed down, the sword moved like it would take a decade to just reach Darlos.
But they talked through their minds normally.
'Di-knight don't have the authority to execute anyone. Besides it's your role to pretend to fear.' Said Leon.
'I do not like how this is going, you're displaying me as weak, unacceptable. Let us grab a different string.'
Leon sighed and rubbed his forehead; he wanted to kill Darlos but sadly he couldn't. Darlos had enormous pride, and whatever Leon did the pride won't fall easily.
Now he had to accept it.
'Fine, you can take my place.'
'I will agree on that.'
Leon had a simple plan, Garveliya the name of the woman who was killed before them was no ordinary human.
She was exalted as the 'Elf of the seven Horned flame dragons.' In human territory, she was on wanted list.
Although, no one was capable of eliminating her except for a few. She was considered a formidable enemy of humans. It was only a few months ago, the news of her disappearance spread like wildfire, encompassing the whole world.
Nobody knew where she went to, humans tried to find out and so did her own people.
At the end of the day, she died like a commoner. No one could ever tell her to be the threat they had feared for long. Her whole appearance had changed.
It was the finest trick to eradicate an enemy. Solely done by none other than Holy Palace.
If she was executed as 'Elf of the horned flame dragon' perhaps a war would have broken out. It would only be trouble for Holy Palace. Taking the burden alone.
Leon glanced at Garveliya's head; she was the cause of the previous war that happened in his timeline. It was 10 months later after her execution, her body was found within the territory of 'Horned Flame Dragons', nothing good transpired afterwards.
His father died; his friends died. Strange enough, out of all the people only he survived in his village and that is no coincidence.
He has to change several parts of that.
As time began to speed up, everything began to move normally. The sword as it moved closer, sliced. Darlos fell back, his butt hitting the ground.
He didn't say anything, his eyes trembled with a pale expression. He was pretending awfully but in the eyes of the knight before him, it felt real.
A small cut was made on his throat.
"That was close, you saw that? Your friend almost died."
Leon darts a glance at Darlos, when both men eyes met. Leon frowned at him. Darlos was not supposed to fall but he had to.
'I change my mind, I will keep my role.' said Darlos, smirking inwardly.
With a little nod of his head, Leon began to tremble too. Pretending to be afraid of Erlen now.
"Now your frighten too…" the man cackled softly.
"Sir, you should finish the job immediately." Said a soldier standing by.
"You don't have to tell me that." Annoyed Erlen had become, but he couldn't do anything.
Erlen moved his sword once more, this time directly striking the heart however before he could do so, a voice resounded in the area.
"They are the new slave carriers, please spear them O holy knights."
A woman rushed towards them as she got near Erlen, her hands clasped, and her knees bent.
Her agitated voice pleaded, "They are new in the place. Rules have not been explained to them,"
"Fezares, what is the meaning of this? Have you been so absent-minded that you forgot these slave carries were roaming around." Erlen retrieved the sword and placed it back into the scabbard.
"I'm responsible for them, I will receive my punishment."
"No need," Erlen said in serious tone, twirling away as he strolled away. "Call yourself lucky you b*st*rd,"
The knights follow behind.
Leon saw the knights going away and disappearing from his sight. When he turned his head around, he saw a serious expression on the woman's face.
In a low voice, the woman said, "Follow me if you don't want to die."
Darlos shrugged and the two men followed her without questioning.
***
"You should be grateful that I saved you asses, who gave you rights to go away without permission?" asked Fezares, tapping her foot on the ground.
They were in a room, completely covered with wooden walls. Everything was made of wood. It was what she rented for the two men.
"Don't think I'm some generous lady, from tomorrow onwards you both will start working."
When she was done talking, the two men innocently nodded their heads and said, "We are grateful".
Fezares smirked and left the room in blissfulness. But before going out, she had told them they couldn't run away, the security was tight outside.
Darlos lying on the bed, testing the comfort of it, asked Leon. "Did you take the name tag?"
Leon sitting on the ground with his back leaning against the wall, at first, didn't respond but stir his hand, revealing the name tag belonging to Erlen.
Darlos smirked, turned his head and stared at the wooden ceiling. "That woman, if she had stayed a little more, I wouldn't have a choice but to unleash my energy."
"We are inside the kingdom now; every person except the slaves will be powerful, make sure not to cause trouble."
Darlos closed his eyes only to take a small nap.
While holding the name tag, Leon began to fiddle with it as he ponders about the woman who saved her. There had been no one in history of Holy Palace by the name Fezares. Perhaps, she might have been nobody, or the best possibility was that she didn't belong to Holy Palace.
Another foe of Holy Palace.
There were many other necessary things they had to do, right now.
Leon wanted to start a war, it was the same war that started in his timeline, killing his father and friends.
This time, it will be different. This time, it wasn't humans against 'Horned Flame Dragons' but Holy Palace would be facing them alone.
For that to happen he must wisely choose his options and not to make the mistake that will cause him everything.
***
Night had fallen, Leon and Darlos had not left the room since they entered the first time. Both lain on the beds small enough not to fit them.
"Found it, the holy scent." Said Darlos.
A small toy made of shadow was looking at the white liquid emitting a flashy light, enfolding in several glasses that were morphing into different shapes. It was guarded heavily by creatures, when closely observed they weren't humans.
They had wings wreathed in metallic textures. Small lines made in them from which blue light was radiating.
Darlos couldn't fathom the energy emitted by them. Their structure was strange to them.
One of the creatures, head turned in such a way that there was every picture of it. Frame by frame visible. His eyes glanced at the place where he felt the presence but there was none.
The creature thought. Perhaps, it was just an error.
Soon enough, it became more powerful and his perception level elevated.
Darlos shadow had noticed it too.
His shadow returned back to him; he asked Leon. "Those things… what are they?"
Leon lying on the bed, said, "Gagra-mits, they are supreme guards of the Palace and tomorrow, I will steal the holy scent."