"Are you here for me?" Colson Leland simply asked the Captain of the Royal Guards before he shifted his gaze to General Randal. "You came too."
"Everything is already exposed," General Randal said to the Minister. "We come here to take you to His Highness."
Much to everyone's surprise, Colson Leland simply nodded. "Fine. Go ahead."
With a gesture from the Royal Guards Captain, two guards walked forward and held the Minister on both sides. Colson Leland didn't struggle even once, surprising them once again and just like that, they brought him to the palace.
*
The Minister was taken to the Crown Prince's chamber by the Captain and General Randal. He was made to kneel before the young Crown Prince who rose from his seat. Then the two men stood on the side.
"It seems like you are here without a protest," Emor Tripas pointed out as he narrowed his eyes at him. "Do you take it as a joke?"
"I'm always prepared," Colson Leland replied. "I won't mind even if I die now."
Crown Prince Emor scoffed at the response. However, as standing made him feel weaker, he settled on the couch again. "Don't worry, Colson Leland. I have no plan to take your life. If anyone was to do that, it should be my uncle."
Getting the point of the young Crown Prince, Colson Leland's calm face was slowly replaced by an anxious one! Then he quickly looked up at the Crown Prince. "Please kill me, Your Highness! Don't let me face the King! Please... I beg of you!"
As someone who knew Aryan Tripas the best, Colson Leland was more than reluctant to face the tyrant King! If the King was to hear what he did... he will be surely ripped to pieces!
If there was so much trust, the pain when there was a betrayal always became more intense! That will surely drive Aryan Tripas crazy!
"Why? Are you scared?" Emor Tripas asked him with disdain. "But if I kill you without letting you confess your crimes to my uncle, I might be the one facing his wrath due to lack of proof. Why would I want to put myself in such a predicament?
"You know my condition and the way I was raised. Do you think I can afford to make a mistake?"
The Crown Prince's words confused General Randal and the Captain of the Royal Guards.
The way he was raised?
"Your Highness -"
"Lock him up in the dungeon. Make sure that he won't be able to leave or hurt himself no matter what."
The order was directed to the Captain who quickly stepped up to comply with it.
"Please, Your Highness! Kill me! I beg you, please!"
Despite the constant begging of the Minister when he was taken away by the Captain and the other guards, Crown Prince Emor turned a blind eye to it. Finally, the door was shut.
Emor Tripas felt the pain in his forehead and he ended up holding it. This act promptly alerted the General.
"Are you alright, Your Highness? Please have some rest and let the royal doctor check on you."
He thought of how the Crown Prince kept himself busy since he returned to the palace just a little over an hour ago and with his wounds that were yet to heal, it seemed like it was too much for Crown Prince Emor.
"The doctor already check on me in the day," Emor Tripas muttered. "What would be the use of calling a royal doctor? He can't do much for me anyway."
How the Crown Prince can't tolerate a touch on his body was widely known among the soldiers and General Randal also hear about it. As such, he didn't know what to suggest more.
"You should go and get prepared, General. We will depart for the border at dawn," Emor Tripas stated, making Randal raise a brow.
"But you're not fine, Your Highness. How will you make it to the border in that situation?"
"I can try. I can't just sit here and wait." He thought of Iria and what she would be capable of. It only gave him a sense of urgency.
"I still need to collect more -"
"Are you talking about the grains?" Emor asked. "Forget about the grains. I won't go there to fight but to stop. I will do whatever necessary to persuade the Queen of Qalagon."
Emor wasn't confident. After all, Arin Helev was poisoned by his uncle.
The young Crown Prince sounded so firm and General Randal couldn't argue anymore. As such, he bowed his head. "I will get prepared then." With that said, he walked out of the Crown Prince's chamber.
Once the General left, Crown Prince Emor summoned Minister Hankin and informed him of the situation. He told the Minister to take charge of the matter while he was gone and then left for the border with General Randal, Theo, Alena, and some soldiers as soon as dawn arrived.
* * *
It was morning and Iria was standing on top of the high pavilion in the camp. Her attention was on the training ground where the soldiers were trained.
In two days, she will be leading the main and final war to put everything to an end.
Though the Queen was confident, she was aware of how much of a risk she was taking by agreeing to attack right from the front. However, she trusted Andres who sent that letter to her.
She believed that her cousin won't fail her.
While the Queen stood still with her eyes on the training, General Hanson came to her and stood beside her.
"Are you thinking of the final attack, Your Majesty?"
The Queen briefly turned to Hanson before she shifted her gaze back to the soldiers. "That's right."
"I think a war is quite a miracle, Your Majesty. No matter how many times we fought in the past, it still makes us nervous, be it a small or huge one," Hanson Lorin pointed out.
"I think we feel that way because it involves so much life, Hanson," Iria muttered with her gaze still on the soldiers. "As their superior, all the lives of those soldiers depend on our decision."
"I hope you can stay confident this time," Hanson said to the Queen.. "You know that we will trust in you no matter what decision you make."
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