The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 278: An Unexpected Guest

Chapter 278: An Unexpected Guest

A few weeks had passed since she had started her fighting lessons with Dalen and over the short period of time she had rapidly caught up and in no time, she was wielding a sword no less than a warrior would.

In those few weeks, she had quickly adapted to her life in the foreign land and had quite made nice friends with some of the white witches, it wasn’t hard for them to quickly familiarize themselves with her, she was a famous foreigner after all, but in those few weeks, she became one of them, loved and accepted by them all.

On another typical day, after her fighting session had ended, she proceeded to her chambers to wash up and sleep when a little figure ran into her.

No more than reaching her knee, a toddler stared up at her with large blue eyes under thick dark lashes, her blonde white hair was styled in two braided ponytails. Her features were an apparent contrast to a regular white witch’s since she was only half of them, having a human parent and a white witch.

In the early days of Rama’s unprecedented arrival in the foreign kingdom, she had come across the little girl who was also new there. In the meantime, the little girl called Elsa had grown oddly attached to her.

"Elsa, what are you doing here? It’s late, you should go back to your room." Rama implied as she took her hand, proceeding to escort her.

"I couldn’t sleep, there’s a monster in my room." Elsa complained, fear gleaming in her eyes.

Rama crouched down to her level, cupping her round small face "There’s no such thing as monsters love, but you can sleep with me tonight, like every other night." Rama poked her small, button nose and she giggled.

Proceeding to leave, their eyes narrowed to the figure approaching them in the corridors. His dark aura suddenly clouded the space in a cloak of shadows as he took long strides, moving with grace and darkness.

As they continued down the corridor, the mysterious figure emerged from the shadows ahead, a man with a haunting presence that seemed to linger in the air.

His hazel hair fell in disheveled waves, framing a face that bore an otherworldly allure. Crimson orbs, intense and piercing, glinted under the muted torchlight, the eyes of a creature whose gaze held the weight of centuries.

It was a moment suspended in time, a fleeting recognition that didn’t quite manifest into her mind. Rama’s brow furrowed in a perplexed manner as she tried to place the enigmatic figure. Her mind reeled with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, an echo of a past that remained shrouded in the mists of forgotten memories.

The man, possessing an air of quiet intensity, moved with a regal yet haunting grace. Despite his striking appearance, there was a deep sense of desolation etched into his stoic countenance. He exuded an aura of quiet resignation, his features a mask that betrayed nothing of the tumultuous emotions lurking beneath the surface.

Their paths crossed in the corridor as he walked past her as if her presence was invisible to his sight or perhaps he was unable to recognize insignificant creatures, it was a mere breath away from colliding in a collision of lost connections.

The air grew tense, charged with unspoken history. Rama’s gaze met his, seeking answers within those haunting crimson eyes that seemed to hold a silent plea for recognition.

"Excuse me," she murmured softly, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty, as if trying to grasp at elusive memories, but it only floated beneath her tongue in a smattering whisper.

The enigmatic man’s response was a subtle inclination of his head, a gesture devoid of warmth or recognition. His expression remained an impenetrable fortress, revealing nothing of the turbulent emotions swirling within.

A shiver skittered down Rama’s spine, an inexplicable chill that transcended the physical realm. She lingered for a moment, attempting to decipher the enigma before her, a puzzle of fragmented memories that refused to merge into a coherent picture.

The man continued on his path, his gait a haunting cadence that echoed through the corridor. Each step seemed burdened with the weight of untold tales, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and a poignant sense of longing.

As he passed, the space between them seemed to crackle with untold stories and unspoken truths. Rama’s gaze lingered, a futile attempt to grasp at the wisps of familiarity that danced tantalizingly out of reach. She felt an inexplicable ache within, an echo of a connection severed by the cruel hands of a forgotten time.

The encounter lingered in the air like an unspoken melody, a symphony of lost memories and uncharted emotions. Rama stood rooted in the corridor, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions enveloping her, a sense of recognition entwined with the frustration of forgotten ties.

The man disappeared into the shadows, his haunting presence fading into the obscurity of the castle’s depths. His departure left Rama grappling with a maelstrom of emotions, a stirring within her soul that whispered of a past entwined with secrets and untold truths.

He was obviously nothing like a white witch, he was evidently a vampire and she couldn’t understand what a business a vampire had there, but the unexpected guest piqued her interest more.

She snapped out of her agitated thoughts she felt Elsa gripping the hem of her dress tightly as she whimpered in fear.

"What’s wrong Elsa?" Rama queried.

"That vampire is scary." The little girl whispered shakily, tears brimming at the corner of her eyes.

"It’s alright, he won’t hurt you, lets go." Rama assured her as she carried her away, while the girl clung tightly to her.

With a heavy heart and a furrowed brow, Rama continued her journey down the corridor, haunted by the ghost of an encounter that tugged at the fringes of her consciousness.

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Aurora was having a late night meeting with the white ring that failed to agree with her decision since weeks ago.

The chamber, adorned with ancient tapestries depicting arcane symbols and illuminated by ethereal orbs suspended in mid-air, served as the council room where the male White Witches gathered to deliberate on matters of utmost importance in the world they safeguarded.

The White Ring comprised a select assembly of male witches, each bearing an aura of mystical knowledge and wisdom. Clad in robes adorned with intricate sigils and bearing amulets that shimmered with latent enchantments, these esteemed individuals represented the embodiment of arcane mastery and righteous intent.

Seated around an ornate circular table hewn from the finest oak, the councilors of the White Ring exuded an air of quiet authority. Their countenances reflected the burden of their responsibilities, etched with lines of solemn determination and tempered by the weight of their collective duty.

At the head of the table sat the venerable Silver Witch Queen, the eldest and most revered among the White Witches. Her presence commanded respect, a testament to centuries of unwavering dedication to the preservation of balance in the realm. Her eyes, a piercing silver hue that held the wisdom of ages, scanned the assembled councilors with a sagacious gaze.

"Brothers," Aurora’s voice resonated with a timbre that echoed through the chamber, imbued with a serene authority that demanded attention. "Let us commence the council and address the pressing matters that concern the safety and harmony of our realm."

The councilors, a diverse assembly of adept practitioners of the mystical arts, each possessing specialized knowledge and arcane prowess, leaned forward attentively. Their collective focus converged on the issues at hand, threats that loomed over the kingdom, disturbances in the natural order, and the well-being of its inhabitants.

"We have to send the human back right now!" A male white witch with a long white beard almost reaching the floor spoke, evident panic written on their faces.

They had been relentless in sending Rama away from the Castle and their kingdom, in fear that once Draco awakened, he would attack them in his berserk state after being imprisoned, knowing his mate had been held under their possession.

"I have made my decision a few weeks ago and my proclamation still stands, the human stays, we’re the only ones capable of protecting her from his enemies out there." Aurora declared with a resonating air of authority.

"And it is not our duty to protect that demon’s mate! Moreover, the moment he awakens and finds out she is in our hold, no one, not even you is certain of what fate would befall us." Another member spoke and the rest of them agreed with distinct murmurings echoing through the room.

"I will take care of everything if he awakens." Aurora convinced even though she was slightly uncertain of the future.

"Once that demon awakens, he’ll go berserk with rage and you’ll be putting our kingdom in danger. How will you take care of it if he becomes out of control?" The members pointed out.

She was about to speak when the door suddenly shot open with an unexpected guest strutting in and the hall suddenly fell awash in pure silence.

"Lord Zamiel?"