The Princess Kidnapping System Made Me OP-Chapter 82: Secret Meeting
Chapter 82: Secret Meeting
Wise woke up to the loud sound of Aofie slamming her fist against a tree, but he did not pay any attention to her.
He did not hear her frustrated scream, neither did he hear the bangs that followed.
His mind was blank.
For whatever reason, he felt strangely alone.
It was almost night, with the silhouette of the moon peeking from the veil of clouds above.
The snow was still falling and the fire he had set up had fizzled out at some point, leaving only charcoal and ashes.
Wise stared ahead of him where the girls were, but he was not looking at them, instead he just stared ahead, into nothingness.
The gears in his head were turning, his brows furrowed as he tried to source out the cause of the strange feeling he was having.
’A dream?’
He could remember faint glimmers, little sparks of events he could not recall. But all he could piece out were the clouds and a large shadow.
Frustrated, Wise angrily rose from his chair and sucked it back into his spatial storage unit.
’System.’
[Yes?]
’Do you have any recollections of my past life?’
[You’ve asked me once and my answer remains the same. I was assigned the version of you with your memories from earth.]
[Although it was still you, just without memories, I could not function due to the technicalities.]
Wise sighed.
There was a part of him that yearned to remember, and another part of him that felt it was better to just forget.
All other SkyFire dragons were dead. How did it happen? Was he there to witness it?
Or was he somehow involved in their death?
With no memories, Wise felt no strong kinship to these dragons, at least not when he was in his right state of mind.
But there were moments his mind would wander, and his thoughts would stray. In those moments, Wise would feel a strong sense of duty, and a profound feeling of loss.
Times like during the SkyFire ritual.
He let out a steamy breath, watching as it rose into the air before he began walking towards the girls.
Stripping off his moody outlook, Wise smiled as he began his inspection.
"Daph, you’ve actually managed to cut pretty deep." Wise placed his finger into the hole; the hole was able to completely swallow his finger, meaning it was about 4 inches deep.
With this progress, she would probably be done in two weeks, give or take.
Daphne frowned and rose to her feet looking dishevelled. Her hands were red and puffy, plus her spiritual energy was running low.
A bright blue light appeared on Wise’s hand and four bottles of potion landed on his other hand.
"Here, drink this."
Still frowning, Daphne took the bottle and drank down the green liquid, and seconds later, her eyes brightened up and her red fingers regained their colour.
It was a stamina recovery and healing potion he had gotten just for the sake of their training. Add that to a good night’s sleep and they could keep going all out for one month before feeling the drawbacks.
He walked over to Aofie’s tree to inspect the damage, then frowned slightly.
"All fire, no strategy, eh?"
"ARGH! I hate this stupid training!" Aofie grabbed the potion from him and stormed away.
She had poured in a lot of spiritual energy into pounding the tree, but she had done it so inefficiently that she had barely made any progress today.
Wise then walked towards Freya, two potion bottles left in his hand.
He observed the tree with his brows furrowed. ’She’s not bad, but not good either.’
Her mastery over the spirit fist was not good, and although she had used more tact than Aofie, due to the strength difference between her and Aofie, she had done practically nothing.
The thing about Aofie was that with her pure strength and drive alone, she could probably hammer down on the tree until it broke—maybe two months later.
But for Esme and Freya?
They had been princesses all this time; they were considerably weaker, and so they would need to figure out the technique, as that was their only hope at tearing down the tree.
Wise handed Freya a potion and she smiled in appreciation before gulping the entire thing down.
Esme was next...
Apart from her physical exercise, meditation, and consistent scribbling, she had left the tree mostly untouched.
She didn’t even need the healing potion because of how little she had worked, but Wise gave it to her nonetheless.
"Alright, let’s go back home then get dinner!" Wise declared as they cleaned up camp.
***
Below the grand castle in Domum was a secret hall deep underground, one that was built centuries ago for the purpose of having secret meetings such as this one.
There was an overhead light, as well as many crystal lamps brightening up the room, three long couches as well as multiple chairs arranged orderly in the large space.
In this space were countless fearsome looking warriors, some of which were warriors of renown.
There was a mysterious man in a black mask and flat cap standing by the side of the wall. He had a strange dagger in his hand, one that seemed to enlarge and shorten anytime he would toss it in the air. fгeewebnovёl.com
Even in a crowd of fearsome warriors such as these, no one dared to keep eye contact with him for long, as there was a strange feeling that came along with staring at that mask.
Occupying a large portion of the couch was a giant of a man who had chosen to appear shirtless.
His muscles were taut and defined, with each slight movement showcasing the calamitous strength hidden within them.
Sitting on one of the couches, watching everyone without a sliver of trust, was a young hero in golden armour, bearing a measured gaze and calculating blue eyes.
By the side of the room, in one of the darker areas, was an assassin who clung to the shadows, as though coming to the light would burn her.
But these were not the only prominent figures in this room. There were multiple sorcerers, healers, knights, and adventurers...
And sitting in front of them all, mixed up with such a troubling set of individuals, was a girl with a large war hammer, lying on the desk in front of her.
It was none other than the princess of Domum.
She smiled as her gaze moved over the group just before speaking. "The third meeting of the Allied Regulatory Force shall now begin!"
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