A Tale After Four Lives - Volume 2: Rise Of Samsara Chapter 50 50: A Saints Glory 2

“Nice of yah to finally show up… Sister”

Khan stared towards the edge of the camp, atop a tree where a tall woman was standing, she wore almost no clothing except for to cover some essential places, her long pointy ears betraying her leakage as an elf.

“If I left it up to you, the demon would have gotten away.”

The elven woman smirked as she jumped off the tree and made her way towards Amer, chanting a spell she quickly set to heal him.

“As if he could run from me”

Khan spoke in dissatisfaction before joining her in healing Amer. After some time Amer’s eyes slowly opened as he woke up, in his daze he saw two people kneeling over him sending light energy into him to heal his most grievous wounds.

“The demon aura got in quite deep, might have to ask the old man to take care of him”

Amer heard Khan speak, the woman next to him replied with a sarcastic tone.

“Don’t always go and hide behind the saint just because you’re lacking in certain areas”

Amer immediately recognized her as one of his Sister in arms, the one usually by Khan’s side, they were powerful on there own, but together even a grand paladin had to handle them seriously. Sadly due to their particular style of dress, they were labeled as the Adamite duo.

“Brother Khan, Sister Lyeecia?”

“Still now, we’ll take care of the worst wounds and then take yah to the old man, he’ll fix yah up… always have.”

Khan said, he smiled at Amin, but due to his particular looks, he looked as if he was preparing to murder him.

“Stop smiling your giving everybody the creeps.”

Lyeecia, quickly spoke up, causing Khans to face to turn dark making him look even more terrifying.

“You, sure you aren’t a demon? You sure look the part.”

Lyeecia said as she “seriously inspected ” Khan.

“Who the hell are you calling a demon you tree humper”

“How dare you!”

Brother Amin stared at the duo as they argued, and even started throwing profundity at each other all the while healing him in the perfect sink, he didn’t know whether to laugh at there antics or to cry due to them both being renowned paladins of the grand order of light.

After treating the worst of Brother Amer’s injuries, Khan picked him up like a bag of potatoes and started heading into the camp.

“Be gentler you oath, he’s injured!”

Lyeecia said, Amin was about to thank her but his face froze when he saw that she had a smile on her own while not even trying to make the effort to stop Khan.

“Don’t matter what I do ta him, as long as he sees the old man he’ll be up and running in no time”

Khan replied, causing Amin to want to key, but he suddenly remembered something, and his expression turned serious.

“Take me quickly to the saint, I have urgent news”

Seeing his expression, Khan didn’t say anything and quickened his pace, Lyeecia also stayed quiet and followed.

…

Within the middle of the Military camp, a massive tent was erected, within it an old man sat in a chair behind a desk, slowly looking at some maps of the current region, he had silver-gray hair and a majestic beard, his eyes shone sky blue, and just by looking at him he should have been handsome in his youth, but right now he just looked tired and the slight aura of death hovering over him didn’t help anything.

Standing next to the desk was a tall woman, with blond-graying hair, but not a single wrinkle could be seen on her beautiful face. What was strange about her was that she had a horn growing from her forehead, a long silver horn that shined within the light.

“Just try it, Lambert!”

She spoke loudly while staring at the old man. Her golden eyes pleading as she stared at him.

Lambert let out a light sigh as he shifted his gaze from the maps and stared the woman in the eyes.

“Enough Benicia.”

He spoke in long drawn out words, his words carried all his weariness. He was tired, tired of war, tired of battle, tired of bloodshed and… tired of life.

“My time has come…there is no elixir that can stop it. You have tried to dozens of potions, miracle drugs, and miraculous treasures… All wasted on an old man at the end of his life.”

Tears threaten to come out of Benicia’s eye as she heard him.

“How can I not try, how! Two- hundred and fifty-three years, we have had each other back for over two centuries, how do you expect me to just sit back and watch as you wither away into a barely recognizable heap of bones!!!

Another long sigh, escaped Lambert’s mouth as he took in Benicia’s words.

“I am merely human… I was foolish in my youth, and sought power… as quickly as possible, which led me to sacrifice much of my life span. Even so, I have lived longer than any grand paladin ever has… I was talented and might have reached this hight, given a few extra years of training. Impatience… a trait all youth’s share.”

Lambert sighed again

“I did this to myself… and have excepted it, I do not ask you to do the same…but do not squander the resources meant for others on me…It only burdens me more.”

“Bu-”

Just as Benicia was about to continue but a half-n.a.k.e.d muscular man barged into the tent carrying a lightly armored man like a potato sack followed by a mostly n.a.k.e.d elven woman.

“Old man, Amin needs help, he got himself beaten up but those demon sc.u.m and came running like a scared rabbit towards the camp with them chasing him like wolves an… am I interrupting something?

Benicia scored at Khan but just shook her head when she saw Amin’s state.

“No”

Benicia said as she moved to the side where a massive couch was and sat in it. Khan walked up to the table and threw Amin on it as if he was nothing but a sack of potatoes.

“Ugh”

With a grunt, Amin landed on the table throwing Khan a glare which khan ignored.

Lambert smile at there antics before placing his hand on Amin which was still lying on the table.

“Heal”

With those words a light radiated from his hand and surrounded Amin and then disappeared after that in a flash.

“There… all better…what happened…why were you chased?”

Amin quickly got of the table feeling as good as new, he turned to Lambert before speaking with a grave tone.

“We have a problem Lord Saint, a massive demon army are marching on us as we speak, I was spotted while scouting ahead leading to them chasing me and almost ending me, good thing I’m and old fox”

Amin said with a small smirk, which Khan quickly shot down.

“Quite proud for someone who almost died.”

Lambert was quiet with a frown on his face.

Khan noticed it could help but ask.

“Old man, something wrong?”

“How many…were there”

Lambert asked Amin.

“About a hundred thousand at a minimum”

His answer only caused Lamberts to frown to deepen.

“We must retreat!”