The next day, at the royal palace of the white elves of Anain in Galadorn, Persival, Selena, Elenaris and Lancelot and the rest of Arthur's entourage entered their respective carriages.
The King of Vanain looked sadly at Arthur, sighed. – Why not reconsider proposal I made? – he asked, trying to appeal to king Arthur once more.
Arthur Treadway subtly analyzed king Thalor Nightshade. "Do you think I've forgotten how you treated me in the Union of Kings, Nightshade?! I'll still deal with you in due time..." he thought, revealing that he had a plan to deal with the dark Elf. – I'm not going to marry your daughter! The most I can do is give her to Prince Persival Treadway, my cousin who is also of royal lineage... – he said firmly.
King Frey and queen Haya exchanged and laughed quietly. – Thankfully! We managed to get our daughter's marriage to Arthur! This wretched dark elf must be writhing with envy! – the royal couple murmured among themselves.
The king of Vanain looked at Arthur and then at his daughter, whispering to her in their language. – Well, just being part of the Treadway family is already a significant advantage... – he said, looking at the girl.
The princess of Vanain, with a menacing smile, shook her head and looked at Arthur. "This old man knows nothing! I would have left that little king at my feet! I refuse to marry a nobody like that prince, I want the king!" she thought, a pulsing vein on her forehead.
Arthur, looking at the two of them, smiled. – We'll talk about this another time. I need to return and prepare for the world war! – he shook hands with the two kings and turned towards his carriage.
King Frey, looking at Arthur, said. – The hundred thousand men I promised are already under your command... – he exclaimed, trying to gain Arthur's trust and surprise king Thalor.
King Thalor looked surprised at Frey. "ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND?! If I want a chance, I need to do more..." he thought, quickly forming a larger proposal. – I'll send two hundred thousand soldiers to the UK by next week! – he exclaimed, turning to face Frey with a smile.
Frey, running his hand over his face, sighed. – You're very annoying, Thalor...
– What did you say?! – questioned the king of Vanain, veins bulging on his face.
The princess of Vanain, watching the two argue. "Children's..." she said to herself.
King Frey, his queen, king Thalor, and his daughter watched the carriages depart, raising their hands. – Have a safe trip, King Arthur... – they exclaimed with smiles.
– And take care of our baby!!! – King Frey and queen Haya exclaimed, waving.
Queen Haya's cheerful countenance turned cold. – Did you notice what happened here? – she asked, looking at Thalia's smile through the carriage window.
The two kings and the princess looked at the queen, confused. – ??? – their faces made it clear that they didn't understand Arthur's wit.
The majestic Queen Haya, sighed, the burden of their innocence heavy. – You were fooled by his youth, his beauty, and the fact that you couldn't feel his cultivation level. King Arthur doesn't need soldiers. He wanted to see if we are on his side or not, if we are friends or enemies. He demanded soldiers to show Zeus that we support him. In this war, if Arthur dies, we die with him... – she revealed, approaching her husband.
The princess of Vanain raised an eyebrow at the queen. – How do you know he doesn't need soldiers, queen? – she asked.
Running her hand over king Frey's arm, Queen Haya smiled. – Simple, do you see his entourage?
The three looked at Arthur's retinue, with carriages made of precious wood and thirty soldiers on horseback escorting them. – Yes. – the three answered innocently.
– Does that look like think the entourage of someone who lacks soldiers and resources? Moreover, he clashed with the army of Zeus's sons and won just a few months ago. Do you still think he needs help? I'm not saying he lied, but he hid some things. And apparently hid well... – she sighed, looking them up and down.
The three of them stared at her in amazement. – How did you realize that?! What do we do now?! – they questioned the wisest woman in Anain.
Smiling at Frey, she replied. – Don't worry, we're in his hands now... – she hugged king Frey.
King Frey looked at her and then at King Thalor, still confused.
"I only heard stories, but they underestimate her acumen, and by a lot..." Vanain's princess sighed, looking at Arthur.
Queen Haya kissed king Frey's cheek, leaving a lipstick mark, and walked towards the palace. – And we gave our daughter to that monster... – she laughed.
– What do you mean, woman?! Don't leave without explaining what you said! – King Frey revealed his worry, eager for an explanation.
Walking to the palace with some handmaidens by her side, queen Haya turned slightly and looked at them out of the corner of her eye. – Calm down, husband! Although I don't think he'll marry her. I would like Thalia to marry that monster, but I didn't see interest on his part. We can only appeal to his word, right...? – her voice was calm and soft but still very audible, showing the capabilities of an Eighth Dimension Master.
Smiling, she continued. – Keep one thing in mind: he is tremendously strong but also incredibly intelligent and wise. I suggest you treat him like a king next time, and not like a child... – the queen exclaimed smiling. – After you're done, come and have lunch, okay...?
Indeed, the woman was frighteningly intelligent, reading Arthur's intentions in just one day. Thalia was not very different from her mother, the difference was in maturity and experience. It was clear that in their relationship, the head was not King Frey.
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A day later, in the United Kingdom, in Camelot, at the Chamberlain mansion, Tristan Ashura, the traumatized, watched Mayara train through his bedroom window with torn clothes and disheveled hair. – Still with the same flaws... – he thought, observing Mayara's rough style.
Mayara, in the courtyard, pointed her sword towards Tristan's window, showing that she noticed his gaze. – I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T COME HERE! – she exclaimed, veins bulging on her face.
Seeing her point her sword at him, he clenched his fists and went to the bathroom.
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Hours later, in the courtyard of the mansion, Mayara, still training, felt Tristan approaching. – Finally, the chicken decided to appear. How long have you been locked in that room...? – she scoffed, placing her sword on her shoulder.
Looking at her, he grumbled. – I just came here to teach you a few things and then go back to my room... – Tristan said, glancing at her sword. – Drop your sword!
Mayara, with veins appear on her face, retorted. – Who do you think you are to teach me anything?! Do you still have the audacity to give me orders?! – she exclaimed, glaring at him.
Hera Olympus, resplendent as ever in a black and blue kimono with diamond earrings and jewels in her snowy-hair, and Alexia Aesir in a blue dress with gold straps, approached to see their confrontation up close. – Just drop the sword, Mayara, what's your problem? – they both exclaimed, looking at the angry warrior.
– You don't even like to fight with swords. – Hera said, smiling at her.
— Shut up, goddess! — Mayara grumbled with dark veins pulsing on her face.
The veined woman aggressively dropped her sword on the ground and attacked Tristan. – Today we will eat chicken! – she declared, running towards Tristan.