Marrying a Werewolf To Save Her Hybrid Sister. - Chapter 288

Master Gaven appeared in the middle of the courtyard, he studied the station. Men were fixing the walls and giant spears that were crooked. They were under attack.

“Who are you?” He felt a sword on his neck and grinned.

“I see that wolves have a brutal temper, yet!”

He slowly turned back and his eyes met Holcane.

“I am coming from king Edward.”

“Withdraw your sword idiot! He is a big magician of the great table.”

Silphya almost shouted. She could see the man’s aura and his strong magic that was lashing the air and these stupid people couldn’t even sense it.

Holcane pouted as she disrespected but his brother asked him to take care of her. Taking his sword down, he walked away, didn’t bother to guide the man.

Master Gaven was looking at the faerie in bewilderment. She was the seventh member of the great table. The person who had never attended the meetings; her current magic was weak, her body also sounded fragile.

“I am Gaven Fitherdin. I know you, Silphya Horethin.”

She eagerly smiled, finally, a normal person who knew her appeared here.

“It is a pleasure to see you here.”

The man bowed his head, she was very older than him. Couldn’t deny that his head ached for looking up at the tall Lady.

“Master Gaven?”

Huxley saw the dwarf and went to greet him.

“Sir. Huxley, I must see Lord James.”

He had an urgent matter and was required to get back soon.

“Follow me.”

“Have a nice day, milady.” He was curious about her but the Lord could confide him about her, how could they find this missing elf. After serving respect to the Lady, he strode after Huxley.

“Is Aya fine, master?”

“Yes, your mother came and took her to your house. Hopefully, they treasure the princess.”

Turning to another aisle, he asked, “how about Lady Luna?”

“Well, she has a noisy life.”

Hux’s head chilled, he wished that not a bale had happened to her because it could drive Wilmore mad.

“Where is prince Wilmore?”

“Talking to Harold Robinson.”

The dwarf nodded.

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Wilmore looked at the boney man, “I have heard that you are not eating.”

“I have no relish.”

His messy bangs were on his eyes.

“Harold, I must tell you something. My sister doesn’t work for the vampires.”

Harold chuckled, nothing bizarre about Livia Bolingtone. She played with him.

“But a vampire was on her side, he took a female vampire to me and she planted this here.” He raised his hand and pointed to his neck, the shackles jingled.

“It was a betrayal.” From the dark corner, Tristan came out. He told the prince to let him listen to the man who used to say vampires enticed him for chaos in Bolingtone.

“Who are you?”

Wilmore sighed, shook his head.

“Idiot! He is the prince of vampires. Tristan Jodian.” Natasha introduced.

“What!” Harold was now shaking, his body chilled.

“Your father was helping us to convince the global parliament so we could submit our kind. How did you end up in such a foolish trap?”

Tristan mocked like always there was an amusing grin planted on his face.

“Because of you, he died.”

“He died because he wanted to become the tyrant of Sargona.”

Wilmore answered it.

“Your sister was misleading me.”

“Because you were a fool, not my fault. We have a question. During assisting her did you see her meeting dark magicians of witchberg?”

“Do you really think that she would tell me everything about her plans? She just told me that she would do her best not to let you sit on the throne.”

Natasha flooded forward and punched him.

“See, when I heard Robinson, I couldn’t have even imagined that was you, your father was a betrayal,” Natasha growled.

Harold spat the blood out on the floor of that cell.

“Why are you so emotional Natasha? You are the next one she hates the most.”

Natasha gulped, she knew it. The King always treated her nice and Livia loathed it.

“Let’s leave, he doesn’t know much. They toyed him.”

Natasha turned back and heaved out.

“How many vampires did you meet?” Tristan asked before leaving.

“Three.”

“They were stray vampires, perhaps, those who committed a crime and we banned them.”

Answering this, Tristan strode after her.

Wilmore stood there for a while, he wasn’t sure what to do with him.

“Eat Harold. You might want to live and find out why Livia had played with you.”

He walked outside of the cells, going to see the Lord. They received a message from minister Holin of Alovena and were tending to get to the gates with their permission, no need of using the awful portal of faeries. The king simply cleaned his name from any accusation, if they were accusations at all. Anyway, Velator wasn’t allowed to prick the king of Alovena. As he smelled the aura of this land, they were stronger than ever.

Reaching the Lord’s office, he saw Master Gaven and Huxley coming from the front corridor.

“Gaven, I see my father sent you here.”

The scent of his father was still close to this man.

“Yes, what a stroke of luck to see you. Please join me. We must talk in private afterward.”

Wilmore couldn’t wait to ask about Luna, he missed her so much and was worried recently.

Entering the room, the Lord and Dorian Black were talking over a map. They were looking for a road that was proper to move and dispatch the imps on the way.

“Gaven, what a bliss.”

Lord James was happy to see him. Leaving the table he bowed his head for the old fae.

The rituals ended fast and he asked about the elf first and they told him about her. He pouted after knowing that her magic was absorbed by dark magicians.

The Lord handed him the letter that came from Alovena.

“This is the permission for joining minister Fihad and destroying the imps.”

“Why did he send Lady Saya away?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t want to work on that matter. We have no clue but gladly prince Dedar is in safe hands.”

The dwarf nodded. He put his hand in his robe and took out the envelope.

“The King emphasized that you should not interfere with Alovena’s court matters.. We should not cause war.”