The Runic Alchemist - Chapter 714 714: The War For Malveria

The dawn finally arrived, and Damian got up from the bed. There were times when he could sleep like a baby, but then there were days like these when sleep never touched his eyes.

He wasn’t worried. Or excited—just eager to be done with it as fast as possible. Of course, it had to be done right, not rushed. The general population of the demons, just like humans, had top priority—just simple survival. What little the Sanctuary knew about the kingdom of Malveria at least suggested that clearly. Other than that, who in the world really knew everything?

Damian and Lucian got ready—he had his red Firewarden coat on with a simple white shirt and easy-to-move-around black breeches. Red was not his color—it suited Einar the best. He had to do something about that when he changed the internal structure of the Sanctuary.

Lucian had chosen her favorite white breeches and long half-buttoned shirt that reached her knees like a top.

Both had swords with sheaths to their waist—at Goldilocks he was taught when going to war, having a sword on his person instead of in spatial storage was a sign of respect. Lucian had her Sacrium sword there, and Damian had his newly made Sacrium sword on, which had not a single runic circle.

The attendants and soldiers were up and about even before them. They had all gathered outside in the wide green grass field. At the very edge, where the residential area started, there was a wooden stable which had all the horses. Unlike old times on Earth where each individual owned their own horses and had to take care of them on their own or hire someone—in this world, which Damian had decided to call ‘Earth-7’ since it had seven elements of mana in nature unlike other worlds. The Earth he had come from had to be ‘Earth-0’.

In this world, all horses were a lord’s property. The lord could assign them to his knights, or the common people of the land could take them on loan for yearly contracts. But in time of war, all present war-ready horses in the region needed to be given back to the lord. So there was only one giant stable where people hired by the lord took care of the horses.

Since their people were still gathering and lining up, Damian decided to pick up Vidalia and others. But to his surprise, when he arrived in the Eldoris, a very nice flowery fragrance assaulted his nose, and there was steam in the room. Only after a few seconds had passed hovering in the middle of the large room did Damian realize where he was—in a bathhouse. Vidalia was right under him, glaring up at him with half her body inside warm, steamy water.

Perky!

“Ah, sorry about that. I will come back later,” Damian said hurriedly and flew back inside his waygate.

“What happened?” Sam asked, seeing him go and come back in seconds.

“What’s it to you? Go find your horse,” Damian dismissed him with a shoo-away gesture.

“No.. Something happened!” Sam said excitedly, grabbing him by the shoulder and whispering near him, his face covered by his hand. “Tell me and I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

Damian squinted at him, then took the guy’s grabby hands in his and did a circle throw into the morning sky. Nice throw! Sam went so far the knights around them couldn’t even see him.

A minute later Grace arrived near them. “Did you see Sam?” she asked.

All the knights turned towards Damian as he shrugged, “Never saw the guy since yesterday.”

“Where did he go? He left before me..” Grace walked away murmuring as a blue distant dot blinked in the sky high above.

After 20 minutes Damian tried again, and this time thankfully arrived on the balcony of the Eldoris palace. Vidalia was drinking some golden drink in a fancy cup. She was alone, with two maids standing near the door holding a very small kettle-like thing in which the drink was stored. Damian coughed lightly and sat down on the opposite chair as Vidalia kept eyeing him—her lips sipping the drink quietly.

A maid poured the drink for him too. Such richness—maybe he too should hire some maids. It would brighten the many empty rooms of Sanctum.

“You didn’t have to leave,” Vidalia said at last, her eyes looking at the giant golden tree—barely a little of which they could see. Damian had always felt the tree was very weird—after becoming a transcendent, that feeling had just gotten that much stronger. It was like he could hear the thing breathing.

“Really?” Damian asked in doubt.

“Eldoris. You didn’t have to leave Eldoris.”

“Oh, right.”

Damian sipped the tea pretending to be equally elegant and failing miserably. They finished the tea or whatever it was in the most uncomfortable five minutes of his life and arrived in the main hall downstairs. The Eldoris knights and maids were constantly moving around. Only when they reached the inner palace did the reason become clear—the queen herself was coming to partake in the battle.

Vidalia’s cousin—her main job was to shadow the queen—was also coming with her. Along with Vidalia and the two transcendants they had in the alliance army, Eldoris was indeed doing the best it could. Whether that was for the show or what, Damian had long since stopped caring. They were doing it—that was good enough.

With the queen of Eldoris, Vidalia, her cousin, and some 25 second rankers with five attendants, they arrived outside the modest stone keep of the Sanctuary. Einar and Evrin had prepared to welcome the foreign royalty with the respect they deserved. But it was a short event—they had to leave soon after all.

The sun was barely on the horizon, showering them with its newborn golden rays. And a giant 500 meters wide blue swirling waygate materialized at the border of the Empire and Malveria. Both sides could see it clearly. The emperor, with all his transcendants, was already ready, calling all of the alliance army from all the watchtowers.

This was it. The battle that would decide the fate of demons in this Earth-7.

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