Becoming Legend - Chapter 338: Prince Aesril: Journey, VI

Prince Aesril sat over a cold chair pressed with vines made out of his mana. In his hand he held a vial, opened without the cork, full of red dust.

“Burner,” Prince Aesril muttered what had Jack told him. Under the Mask of Careé, he could not contain himself of anger and pity. “Oh, humans, you had enough. Yet you wanted more.”

He frowned, his human appearance hasn’t changed with his mana constantly injecting into the magical item. Who would have thought that a traitor to the human was mingling together with them? He fingered his chestnut hair, he was trying to imitate humans as he saw them doing the gesture whenever they were trying to impress the opposite sex. High nose sniffing the red dust which made his Elvian body shivered. He felt the moment he breathe a speck of the red dust, his mana went violent that he could barely control.

The room he was staying in was of Captain Creft’s cabin. Was.

Two days had passed after the storm, Captain Creft’s ship: Dacota, almost sunk with its mast snapped to half. The storm left the starboard side of the ship with a giant hole they have to stop at the nearest port to get it fixed.

But this time, not without its Captain, or the hunters merchant Jack employed.

Capitan Creft died after he was washed out of the ship together with half of his crew, Prince Aesril could do nothing as he already informed the Captain before the storm. To no avail, none had listened.

Edok, the Gold Rank Hunter, lost both his legs after he was thrown together with Captain Creft off the ship and a horde of Zealot feasted on him. He died three days after the storm with no medical intervention nor magic to heal him.

The rest of Merchant Jack’s henchmen died five days after the storm. On the hands of Enrol. Jack’s men fought Gelethorn after the Wood elf confronted them about the red dust. They died with half of their body thrown off the ocean, with the half remained on Dacota to satisfy the trailing Zealots. As they were being fed.

To make an example of the remaining crew, Gelethorn: acting as the human Enrol, torn off Jack’s other arm.

The killings happened with Prince Aesril sitting on the table locking himself inside the cabin for days, unable to witness Gelethorn tearing apart human limbs. Yet, he felt nothing. As a surviving High Elf, he must understand that things shouldn’t go his way even though he was the Prince of the remaining elves. He let Gelethorn did the killings and hoped that it didn’t take his best friend’s sanity. Their goal was their priority, and they would stop from nothing to achieve them.

It has been seven days after the Dacota was fixed by the artisans of the Little Fae’s Port, somewhere in Scattered Bay. And Prince Aesril stayed inside the cabin during that time while Gelethorn did all the management of the ship. Everything went smooth as long as Gele was the to manage the ship as he used to command a little less tub s hundred elves during Hunts.

A knock came in through the door to the Prince’s right. Prince Aesril hastily recalled all the vines slithering under him, and stood with the vial he locked and tucked in inside his chest pocket.

“Come in,” he said.

The door creaking over the wooden floor. Greyish hair man came in and could barely look Prince Aesril in the eye.

“Master Ely,” Jack said, his remaining hand hidden behind his back. Eyes boring the varnished floor.

Prince Aesril spun, robe brushing the floor. He stopped before a stained glass, where an image of a human was blown in the glass.

“What is it, merchant Jack?” Prince Aesril said, adjusting the mask without looking at the merchant bowing behind him.

Merchant Jack’s face turned pale, his greyish hair didn’t fare well either as they hang loose, half-covering his face. There was a marking sighted on his chest. The look of superiority was completely gone off the wind after Gelethorn taught him some lessons.

“Lord Enrol wished to see you,” Jack said, voice lose in between. A stain of red under a white cloth where he wrapped his torn arm.

Prince Aesril smirked under the mask. He never thought that his friend was now the master of the ship.

“I will come,” Prince Aesril answered, trying to hide the anger as he looked at the perpetrator. “Please tell him that.” He finished calmly and waved a hand to dismiss the weak Jack.

Jack was a veteran soldier for the Empire of Ekan, but losing his family to the war at the hands of the Royal Knights of the Kingdom, he swore to have his revenge. Slowly, he was smuggling Burner to the Kingdom.

It was just one peaceful day when Captain Creft decided to receive an additional pair of kids. Unbeknownst to him, the two kids were powerful Mages. Now, the revenge he wanted to exact lost as he was nothing but their slaves now.

Jack bowed and left with his eyes sweeping the floor, still unable to look the Prince in the eyes.

Prince Aesril went to the cabin where Gele, as Enrol, supervising the ship. There were a dozen left out of the hundred Captain Creft hired their destination to man Dacota. But for Gele, the remaining dozens were more than enough to reach their destination.

As he walked past the humans, Prince Aesril shrugged the thought of him giving mercy to the innocent-looking humans. He wanted to help the wounded, but the thought of the humans killing and turning his kind to slaves. Guess he’ll leave the gore to Gele.

“My Pr—”

Prince Aesril raised a hand to cut off Gelethorn. The remaining humans inside the cabin bowed, and same as Jack, they could barely look him in the eye—or Gele.

“Brother Enrol,” Prince Aesril said instead. “How are things in here.”

Dacota was supposed to stop somewhere in Great Divide, to an island nearest the border of Cassan where the ship would try to make to the border before Hunters and Royal Knights increase the defense since half of the continent was currently undergoing what the humans called Hunter Exam.

Gelethorn wore the thinnest cloth he could find in the ship after he felt that it was hotter than usual. Perhaps it was due to him being a Wood elf that he was highly sensitive to the heat of the sun even though it was breezing with morning dew.

“We’ll going to be in the Under Current soon, Brother,” Gele answered, a smile he wore under his long and dark hair. “By then, it would only take a month to reach O’rriadt.”