Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate
Chapter 188: Return To Speldaria

Chapter 188: Return To Speldaria

After the drawing was complete and everyone had given their input related to what they remembered about it, Siroos and Razial decided to visit that mage friend first thing in the morning.

"We should get some sleep; it will be busy days ahead," Siroos instructed, getting up.

Faris led Aiko and Razial away. The commander was to stay in the guest chamber.

Cassandra, Siroos, and Lotus headed towards Cassandra’s chamber. Although she slept in Siroos’s room now, she decided to stay here with her sister for the time being.

"Sleep well. If there is anything just let me know. Tara will be outside too," Siroos affectionately said pulling her into his arms and tenderly kissing her temple.

"I will." Cassandra hugged him back before letting him go.

Siroos left while Cassandra joined her tired sister in her chamber. Shedding off her heavy cloak, Lotus put on a pink nightgown and slipped into the bed. As soon as her aching back touched the soft mattress. She moaned in pleasure this comfort brought her.

"I haven’t slept on a comfy mattress in what feels like forever. That horse ride dislocated every joint in my body," Lotus complained, making Cassandra smile. She had missed her immensely.

"Get some rest, you look so tired." Cassandra tucked her in and sat beside her.

"How are you doing, Cass? Be truthful. Did he hurt you?" Lotus reached out and held her sister’s hand. Worried clouded her beautiful face.

Cassandra sighed, letting out a puff of air.

"I won’t lie to you Lotus. He did hurt me in the worst kinds of ways. I can’t even tell you the depraved things he did to me. But I burnt his cock as my powers surfaced and would have most probably killed him if Siroos hadn’t arrived."

Lotus instantly sat up upon hearing her sister’s revelation. They hadn’t spoken openly in front of others but now that they were alone, they could open up.

She embraced her younger sister.

"I am so proud of you, goddess or no; you have always been resilient, Cassandra. Tell me Siroos burnt him."

Cassandra shook her head and explained further how he escaped.

"I wish to take you back and rub it in Stephanie’s face that you are alive and her plan has failed."

"Don’t worry, Lotus. Stephanie will be the first person to be dealt with after I am done lifting this curse." Cassandra leaned back into her sister’s touch, basking in the comfort and love she always brought her.

"Can’t wait for the day when you will use your magic on her. She has always tormented and ridiculed you for the lack of magic. The look on her face I am going to cherish for the rest of my life," Lotus beamed with a smirk, making Cassandra do the same.

"I am going to make it worth the wait."

Both sisters shared more stories before falling asleep.

***

The next day, Razial and Siroos left early to meet with the mage. Aiko took them closer to Speldaria to the point she had travelled earlier. Faris accompanied her.

"We will return within two days," Razial calculated and informed them.

"We will be waiting," Aiko answered before returning to Dusartine with Faris through her portal while Razial and Siroos proceeded towards Speldaria.

Unlike Volsra, Speldaria didn’t have a protective wall all around it except the King’s castle.

Since they depended mostly on their magic they didn’t feel the need to have a wall for protection.

Winters made it easy to sneak in with thick cloaks and scarves.

The mage they were meeting lived on the outskirts of one of the towns of Speldaria, away from the capital where the King’s castle was situated.

It felt strange for Razial to arrive back at the place he had left two weeks ago, but this was his home and brought back nostalgia.

The journey was cold and wary, they kept their faces hidden so as not to be recognised by any royal soldier.

They arrived at his cottage by the nightfall. Dismounting their steeds, Siroos cast his glance towards the small dwelling. It screamed cosy and warmth.

Painted in gaudy shades of yellow and blue with wind charms hanging all around it, creating soft music, one would think this place belonged to a witch.

The two wooden stairs had been recently swiped to keep away the fallen snow which covered most of the other land and the garden.

The door shot open and the smallest man Siroos had ever set his eyes upon scrambled out with his eyes wild and hands ready to attack. Swirling cackles of electricity-like blue veins hovered over his pudgy hands.

"State your business or feel my wrath?" He shouted out and Razial quickly unwrapped his scarf from around his face and raised his hands.

"Tamkil! It’s me, Razial."

The blue on his hands fizzled out and his face broke out into a smile.

"Old friend, it has been a while. I apologise."

Tamkil’s eyes wavered to Siroos and went up and kept on going up. As Siroos had never seen such a short man, Tamkil had never set eyes on such a tall and broad one.

Even with a cloak, he could tell the man was jacked up and had a stance of a king. Those swirling gold eyes were mesmerising.

"Who is your companion?" He questioned with tinges of curiosity.

"He is a friend and we are here to talk. Can we come in?"

"Of course! Your friend is my friend," he answered in a high-pitched but welcoming voice, his thick eyebrows wiggling in excitement.

Razial and Siroos tied up their horses and proceeded towards his cottage.

The yellow light streamed out from the ajar wooden door, welcoming them towards the heat and promised warmth.

They let out frosty breaths as they nodded at Tamkil and entered his haven. He closed the door behind them. The inside was neat with a couch and rugs near the fireplace that steamed the place.

Hands were shaken.

"Thank you for having us," Siroos said in gratitude and Tamkil graciously smiled.

Taking off their coats and gloves, they handed them to Tamkil, who hooked them on a stand.

"Please! Make yourself comfortable. I just made some pottage (thick soup with vegetables and meat) let me get you some."

Razial and Siroos dropped themselves on the comfy couch with a bunch of cushions.

It squeaked under their combined weight. Both of them were tall broad men and the couch was used to Tamkil.

The smaller man hurried towards his kitchen and brought back two bowls of pottage. The white tendrils danced on them. The smell wafted to their noses, spiking their hunger.

They quickly accepted them while Tamkil squatted himself in front.

"So what brought you to me?"