"Hurry up and take me to his Majesty! I cannot maintain this form for much longer!"
Atticus roared, mud slowly dripping down his face.
"Eh? What happ—"
*Slap!*
"Just hurry up damn it!"
"Yes sir!"
The two of them ordered for the thick steel gates to be opened, after which they swiftly embarked a carriage and sped toward the King's castle.
"*huff*,*huff*... Go faster!"
Mud continued dripping down his face, he resembled a burning candle dripping with wax.
[Damn it... Had it not been for the large magic circle beneath the city I would have just spawned inside the castle grounds!]
Atticus shouted inwardly, praying and hoping that he would last long enough to brief his king.
The carriage sped through the city streets, luckily enough the street that led to the castle was only reserved for the King, thus there was little to no traffic.
A quarter of an hour passed and they finally reached the castle grounds.
