Heart Over Sword-Chapter 323: Battle of life & death (3)

While Scarecrow overpowered Evanna, grappling with the princess, the Faceless surrounding the Demon King gradually reduced. Many were dead on the ground, and others turned in the opposite direction, fleeing from him and some of his men. Their numbers were still great, but this gave Conrad the opportunity to survey the battleground.

As he did, Conrad’s gaze landed on Prince Arawn in his icy tower. It was clear Evanna created defensive vines whilst the Flori Prince fought with those chilling powers. But where was Evanna?

’Why don’t you say hello to an old friend...’ The voice in his head almost slithered in his ear.

Conrad didn’t deny this allure to confront Arawn. A part of him knew it was pointless. They’d come to his aid, and Evanna was now married. But that part of him that clung to the darkest part of his mind spoke louder than any common sense. Like a puppet on a string, the Demon King ventured towards Arawn, slicing down anything in his way.

That was until Arawn’s right-hand man stepped into his line of sight. Even with the distance between them, Garrett was just as imposing as Conrad, with his seraph blade by his side, large body standing tall, and glaring at the Demon King. Conrad smirked at the elf’s interest, swinging his sword as the warriors approached each other.

"You are pathetic," Garrett’s voice was low, and the wind almost blew his words away in an uproar. But Conrad could hear him even if he whispered it. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"And why is that?" Conrad grinned, finding the situation amusing. "I am here like you, getting rid of these creatures."

Garrett stared at Conrad, not responding until he stopped before the Demon King. "You cannot have her," he replied. "Move on."

Conrad tilted his head to the side, trying to ignore the voice in his head. Garrett was right. Yet that didn’t stop his hand from twitching and-

Garrett lunged towards Conrad, blade swishing across his body in an obvious manoeuvre he could easily defend. The Demon King blocked it, clashing swords, twisting so quickly that Garrett was still in the same position as Conrad sliced the back of his thigh. Garrett grunted and swung his sword back. He is powerful, but extremely slow. Especially compared to Conrad.

Conrad dodged the strike and sliced Garrett’s arm. The elf was aware the Demon King was now playing with him, finding amusement in the fight. He didn’t care as long as he stopped him from attacking Arawn. He might appear fine, but Garrett knew Arawn would easily aim to kill Conrad this time, and that could cause a war between this rising empire and the Flori.

What were a few cuts anyway? Garrett grunted as he was punched hard in the chest, causing his breathing to halt. It’s fine. He will be fine.

A blinding light suddenly exploded around them, causing Conrad to cover his face and squint. When the light dimmed, a fae woman with a pixie haircut appeared before him, throwing star beneath his chin. "I wouldn’t if I were you," Fiza hissed.

Garrett clutched at his chest, eying this woman’s sudden appearance with suspicion.

On the other hand, Conrad merely smirked. "It’s been a while, Fiza. Don’t tell me you are protecting someone..."

Fiza smiled, her starlight eyes twinkling as she dug her blade further into his skin, almost pinching it. "You should stop that thing from controlling you before you destroy yourself... Now, a favour for a favour... Your kingdom owes me quite a few now."

Conrad was about to disregard her words; it was the previous King who worked with Fiza. Yet his lungs started to burn, and he forced out the last of his air within the fae’s bindings of a contract he did not agree to but was now bound by as the new King.

He lowered his sword from the fae’s side. Fiza smirked, "Good boy." Then, in a blink of an eye, navy smoke puffed into existence, the fae disappearing and reappearing by Garrett’s side before the pair vanished entirely, leaving behind twinkling navy and gold fairy dust in the air.

Fiza and Garrett landed on their backsides in the nearby fallen village, inside a darkened room where the door windows had been smashed in, and the curtains blew gently inwards from the light breeze.

"Honestly, you really wanted to provoke that Demon?" Fiza scolded as her gaze cut from the prideful elven warrior and to his wounds.

Ignoring her comment, Garrett narrowed his eyes at the night fae. "You’ve been tracking us this entire time and did not help?"

Fiza started wrapping Garrett’s thigh with cloth after applying some cool gel to the area. He waited for her to answer, though he couldn’t help the heat pulsing through him from where she touched. As though she could already sense his blood warming with desire, Fiza smiled mischievously, glancing at him as her hand rested on his inner thigh. "I returned after hearing a story about the Faceless roaming the kingdoms. And it’s called tactics. I learnt what I needed to."

Garrett frowned, his hand covering hers on his thigh. "You’ve taken me out of the battle-"

"You already did that to yourself by attacking Conrad," Fiza retorted, arching her eyebrow at him, waiting for a response. When none came, the fae started bandaging his arm. "How is your chest?"

"*Bruised. Nothing more,*" Garrett murmured, his gaze lowered across Fiza’s petite body as she focused on his arm.

"*I will still check it,*" Fiza replied, tightening the cloth to his arm before meeting his heated gaze and smirk.

"*Are you trying to get me to undress? You only need to ask.*"

Fiza’s eyes twinkled in amusement as she shifted over, parting her legs to straddle his large form. Her hands slid down the front of his leather armour, fingers clutching at the straps to loosen. "*I thought you wanted to return to your battle?*" Fiza purred, her hand trailing along his skin, watching him flinch slightly at her barely palpable touch on the purple bruise spreading along his ribs and chest. "*Hmmm... You might need tending to for longer...*"

Her lips brushed the bruised area, her tongue gliding along it until she looked up to see his hooded eyes. "*You should help out there,*" he grunted but didn’t stop Fiza’s hand from sliding beneath his breeches and caressing his arousal.

"*I will... When you are tended to,*" Fiza grinned, stroking him slowly.

Garrett’s protests weakened as she gently pushed the large elf to lie down. "*Okay,* his words were muffled as she kissed him fiercely, her hand pumping. "*Don’t take too long.*"

"*That depends on you...*" Fiza smirked.

Garrett glared at her, though it was more out of habit by this point because he pretty much allowed her to always have her way with him. He couldn’t complain. But one more skilled person on the battlefield would be best, even if Fiza wasn’t meant to be here in the first place.

The elven warrior decided to enjoy this short time with her while he could, and the Faceless was distracted. His arm wrapped around her tiny waist, pressing her body flush against his. Her eyes widened until he claimed her lips, forcing her tongue to submit as his other hand began to explore her.

Meanwhile, where everyone else was working hard to destroy the creatures that caused chaos in such a short time, Conrad stopped before Arawn, staring up at his icy tower.

"*Are you here to help?*" Arawn questioned even while the Demon King glared at him. He was not an imbecile, but Evanna said he had to work on giving people the benefit of the doubt from time to time, whatever that means. It was especially pointless with someone like Conrad.

Conrad leapt up, avoiding some of the Faceless, raising an eyebrow at Arawn and the creatures that didn’t seem to get close enough to him. "Well, aren’t you the little princess safely locked away in her magical tower?"

If he wasn’t such a prick, Arawn might have found that comment amusing, but they were enemies, and he had human or elven blood on him. There was no doubt that Conrad was here to make trouble. "Give up. We came to support you. Put your threats aside until these vile creatures are dealt with."

Conrad parted his lips, about to respond, until he saw Arawn’s expression harden, his eyes filling with panic at something behind him. Conrad looked over his shoulder, convinced Arawn was probably acting, until he saw the magical vines begin to shrivel up and completely collapse on the ground.

"Evanna?" Conrad looked back at the elven prince, but he disappeared!

Conrad looked down to see Arawn shooting ice across the air as he slid along it, his actions smooth and swift. Something was wrong with Evanna. It was obvious from the way her husband was trying to save the day. What if he saved the day, though? That dark voice whispered to him again.

Conrad took a step in that direction until he felt the tower beneath his feet begin to rumble and collapse, his body falling to the beasts below.

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