Mistress Of Enchanting Dragon - Chapter 241

And that was Donovan doing it right now. Silja was smart but when she felt that she was being cornered she started to become aggressive.

Swishh

Donovan swung his sword at her while Silja struggled to keep up with his pace.

In her defence, she kept moving backwards while Donovan kept pushing her.

Their swords Crossed and locked their wrists. In just a matter of two seconds, Silja moved and kicked Donovan, aiming at his lower abdomen.

Bammmm

But Donovan grabbed her ankle with another hand. Silja pushed him hard and staggered back, hardly managing not to fall. They again exchanged a few more moves,

Clank

Clank

“Tired already?” Donovan mocked the girl.

“No, just trying to guess what are you going to do next,” Silja replied casually. And Donovan chuckled.

Both of them walk in circles at a safe distance. Donovan’s hand-bound behind his back while Silja huffed softly. She looked at Donovan in his eyes.

The man was looking at her with his best smile on his lips. His gait was steady and slow.

He looked as harmless as he was to her, not like an opponent that was on the ground fighting her.

She couldn’t tell what he was thinking nor what his next move would be.

Silja waited but the man had no intention of taking initiative either. So she did.

Silja spun around and struck Donovan hard.

Donovan swiftly moved his left hand which was holding the sword and stopped her.

He pushed so hard and Silja fell to the ground, her sword flung away.

“Not bad,” Donovan smiled. And that smile didn’t sit well with Silja.

While Silja shook her head and sat up. She will try again and again until she will defeat him.

Another session started and this time Silja managed to stand for more than twenty minutes.

In the end, she was again thrown on the ground by him.

She massaged her wrist which was hurting because of taking Donovan’s hard blows. The part was already red and swollen.

Donovan threw his sword away and sat down beside her.

“Let me see,” he took her hand and saw her wrist turning red.

She sure was strong, even for a witch, fighting him was not an easy task.

“You are strong…” Silja stood up.

“And you have speed,” Donovan praised.

“But don’t gloat, I will not let you win,” Silja said.

He then gently kissed her bruised wrist and lifted her in his arms.

“Where are we going?” Silja furrowed her eyebrows.

“For rest,” Donovan replied.

“What? We just started!?” Silja whined. They just fought for less than an hour.

“That’s enough for today. It’s not like we are going to war tomorrow. We can take it slowly,” Donovan said.

Silja wanted to say more but she kept her quiet.

Donovan took her back and both of them fell asleep soon after. After many days Silja did some physical training which made her fall asleep easily. While Donovan waited till she was asleep.

When he heard her even breathing he gently removed the bedsheet and moved out of the bed.

He left the room from the balcony and went to the main castle.

His steady steps were silent like that of a lion as she passed through the corridor and entered the council room.

Inside the room, a few people were waiting for him.

“Your highness,” everyone greeted in a low voice.

Donovan nodded and took the main seat.

On the table were sitting ten people who were Donovan’s trustworthy.

They include his two brothers, his squire and partner Garrett, human minister Darwin, commander of their army, two merchants and three other advisors of the family.

“Sire I have found the news that the witches who helped Gwendolyn to kidnap her highness were from the rogues of the dragon creek forest,” the army commander said.

Donovan’s eyes narrowed hearing that.

“I never heard that duke Mason has any shady dealings with that Dwarf Drystan,” one of the advisers raised his suspicions.

Everyone knew that duke Mason was a loyal man to the Regalhelm family. So there was no way he had a joint hand with the rouges.

“He hadn’t,” Donovan shook his head. After the whole incident, Donovan has thoroughly checked Duke Mason’s family and the man might have committed some small crime of invading tax and filling his own treasury but there was no sign of him having any type of relationship with Drystan.

“Then? Why did Drystan help that girl?” One of them asked.

“Maybe it was the girl that he wanted to help,” Samuel said.

“Do you want to tell Prince Samuel that the girl was a pawn? While the actual culprit is someone else who did this whole thing and trapped Duke Mason’s family?” Duke Darwin asked.

“Not necessarily. Gwendolyn has ulterior motives from the start but she might be lacking the help she needed. But at the time of her desperation someone just gave her a helping hand,” Samuel elaborated.

“Duke Mason’s family is equally guilty and none of them is Saint but there are other people who are involved here,” Samuel added.

Donovan mulled over it for quite some time before he looked up at his younger brother who was master in finding such whisperers.

“Zivan, do you have any news?” Donovan turned towards his brother who was sitting at the last seat with his head low.

Hearing Donovan’s questions, Zivan looked up with his sullen face.

The man was very quiet today and no one knew why except Donovan.

“Samuel is right,” Zivan spoke.

“Lady Gwendolyn was meeting someone in the last two days before the wedding. Although it’s not clear who the person was, that person is undoubtedly the one who provided her with those Witches,” Zivan said without looking up.

Instead of his usual cheery attitude, the man was in a very low spirit today and everyone could see that. Alas, no one made any comments.

“Find who that person is and until you do keep eye on everyone,” Donovan ordered.

“Hmmm” Zivan grunted softly.

“In the meantime, everyone, one of you, gets your man ready. We are going to get the forest of dragon creek back from the hands of rouges,” Donovan ordered.

Donovan has avoided attacking the forest all these years because there was still some tacit understanding between them and the rogues, but Drystan has declared by attacking Silja that he no longer desired peace. And if so Donovan also couldn’t tolerate that part of his land was occupied by others. Be it Witches, humans, dwarfs or dragons themselves.

“It won’t be an easy fight. We don’t know how many of them are living there. Not to mention their powers,” one of the advisers spoke out his doubts.

“That is the reason I asked you to prepare your forces and about their power, don’t worry I have my plans,” Donovan smiled.

“Any other doubts?” Donovan asked.

“Moving such a large force can alert the enemies, especially when there is someone among us who is already with them, “Garrett spoke.

“We won’t move whole force in one go. We will send small troops from all the sides,” Samuel said.

“Garrett has a point. Design a plan and show it to me in the next two days,” Donovan ordered.

“Alright,” Samuel nodded.

“If nothing else this meeting is dismissed,” Donovan ordered and everyone stood up and left the council room.

“Zivan you stay, I have something to discuss with you,” Donovan stopped the young man who was in hurry to leave.

Zivan murmured something under his breath and turned around.

“What is it?” He walked back and stood up near the last chair. His eyes wandering around, refused to meet Donovan’s eyes.

“Look at me,” Donovan said in a low voice. When he didn’t Donovan repeated himself.

“I said look at me,” this time his voice deep and dangerous. Zivan immediately did what was told.

He looked at him with his lips twitching.

“What is the matter with you?” Donovan asked.

“You know what is wrong with me,” Zivan said.

Donovan pursed his lips and stayed silent for a while.

“Sit down first,” Donovan ordered. Zivan looked at Donovan and sigh.

Not daring to disobey his order any more.

“Is it about the marriage?” Donovan asked.

“Yes,” Zivan looked away.

“Do you believe me?” Donovan asked.

“Not anymore,” Zivan turned his head to the side like a small kid.

Donovan sighed and stood up.

“Listen to me and do what I say. Meet the girl and then make a decision,” Donovan said.

“I have met her and that is the reason I’m refusing to marry her,” Zivan cried out.

“You know brother, how different of a person we are. How can you punish me in such a way,” Zivan pleaded to hold Donovan’s shirt. Seeing such a big man crying like this made Donovan’s temple throb in pain.

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