To be honest, Michael was stunned. The sight around him was too beautiful. The sweet smell of paddy and the sound of the fields dancing in the wind soothed his soul.
His momentary bliss was abruptly cut short when he heard a melodious voice from behind. Only then did Michael realize that Don wasn't there. He slowly turned around, only to be stunned by the elf standing in front of him.
She was beautiful, no…she was an angel. Her golden hair made the golden paddy fields pale in comparison. It danced around her shoulder as her hazel eyes stared at Michael with curiosity. She was the most beautiful girl among all the girls Michael had seen. No one could be remotely compared to her beauty, not even Gaya or Lailah.
The elf was in a different realm when it came to beauty. Michael had never felt speechless like this ever before. Her smooth skin, coupled with her perfect hourglass figure, stunned him. The emerald green robes she was wearing perfectly complimented her tall majestic body.
"You must be the otherworlder," she smiled slightly, making Michael's heart skip a beat. But Michael quickly snapped out of being mesmerized by the beauty.
"Otherworlder?" Michael questioned,
"Where are my manners? I am Amaryll Cameron, and you," she blinked curiously,
"Must be Ghost," contemporary romance
"One and only," Michael smiled, knowing there was no point in hiding his identity when obviously she knew about him.
Because of Michael's focus on Amaryll and her beauty, his brain didn't process the majestic castle on the horizon. The castle towers stood way above the clouds while the magnificent waterfall behind the castle helped the sky form a beautiful rainbow across the castle. The scenery looked stripped straight off from a fairy tale book.
Michael had never seen such a huge castle in his life. Countless round towers formed a protective barrier all around the castle and they were all connected by lower, chunky walls made of gray stone.
Just as the towers, countless windows scattered here and there in the walls asymmetrically, along with asymmetric crenelations for archers and artillery.
Compared to the castle of Everlight, the Guardian headquarters looked like a shabby house.
The farmers working the fields waved their hands with full smiles at Amaryll as they walked towards the gate. The castle ground was guarded with great metal doors, a regular bridge, and large crenelations.
As they were walking towards the castle gate, Michael noticed a group of elven and human girls approaching them with buckets full of flowers in their hands.
When they saw Michael, they stopped gossiping as they just stared at him without batting an eye.
"Lady Amaryll," they quickly bowed and greeted Amaryll,
"Didn't I tell you to call me Amaryll when Knight and Don are not around?"
They let out a reluctant smile as Amaryll noticed some of their gazes on Michael. Each and every girl in the group was pretty enough to rival the most angelic beauties in Michael's world.
"Lady Amaryll," one of the elves threw a glance at Michael,
"He is our guest. So behave yourselves,"
"Awww," the girls pouted as Amaryll and Michael continued their journey towards the gate.
"How may I address you?" after the girls walked past them, Michael asked Amaryll,
"Amaryll works just fine. Since you are not from this world, it'll be awkward for you to call me Lady Amaryll. Also, who knows what you are in your own world? Heck, you might even be a king,"
It was evident to Michael the elf was Chatty Cathy. She talked nonstop, and Michael could sense she had so many questions in her mind to ask him. Otherwise, she wouldn't look at him so often in the corner of her eyes.
"Rest assured, I am not a king. Do you know anything about me besides my name? How did you even know my name?"
"How else? Knight told me. In fact, they have been expecting you for some time," Amaryll surprised Michael,
"It's unfortunate you appeared in the middle of a battlefield. What happened back there anyway? Don wouldn't leave his training ground so easily. Instead of telling Arrora to meet you, he himself personally went there. You must be pretty important to him, "
"Where is he?" asked Michael,
"Must be with Knight or went to bring back Arrora. Don doesn't like when Arrora goes on a killing spree," Amaryll sighed,
"Killing spree? All those people, were they killed by one person?" Michael was shocked because even the scared soldiers were at the Soul Refining Stage. The battlefield was littered with dead bodies, and Michael saw at least hundreds of bodies. If they were all killed by one person, they would be at atleast the Fusion stage or Half immortal stage.
While talking to Amaryll, Michael noticed the two guards flanking the castle gates. They were in full black metal armor covered from head to toe. Surprisingly they all wore a cape that looked more than just a cloth.
Noticing Amaryll and Michael approaching the gate, the black armored soldiers pushed open the gates to reveal the castle grounds. Just like Michael expected, the castle grounds were artistic and ravishingly beautiful. The neatly pruned grass field, the colorful flowers dancing in the wind, the fountains spraying water and the rainbows above them, the sound of joyful laughter and giggles, everything merged to paint a picture in Michael's mind.
"Lady Amaryll," the guards bowed as Michael stared at them. Immediately he was stunned by the guards,
"Core Strengthening stage level 10," Each of them was at Core Strengthening stage 10.
Michael would have lost his mind if Amaryll's power wasn't at the Core Formation stage. Every single one in the place seemed so OP. Now Michael understood why Hunter warned Michael about this universe.
As Michael followed Amaryll into the castle ground, many people threw their glances at Michael.
"Is that His Majesty?"
"No. It's not,"
"He looks like our majesty,"
"Must be a friend of his majesty. Look how he dressed,"
"He looks friendly though,"
Amaryll giggled, hearing the conversations around her.
"You do look like Don. Dressed in all black and wielding two swords," Amaryll climbed the stairs leading to the throne hall and said to Michael,
"But you seemed to smile more, unlike our Don. You have a better chance of seeing the sun rise in the west than seeing Don smile," Amaryll didn't hold back as she talked talked talked. To be honest, Michael liked the girl. She seemed so pure and good-hearted.
He didnt feel any bad vibrations from her.
"When can I meet Don?" Michael asked, climbing the stairs with her,
"Soon. But first, we have a feast planned for you. So you will eat, and enjoy our Everlight hospitality. Then, you boys can play whatever you want,"
To be honest, Michael was kind of hungry and smelled something delicious in the air. Since he had no arch energy in the universe, he felt hungry and exhausted. Thus, Michael wanted to eat something and get his strength back. Who knows when the system would come online, and he would get back to the shadow realm?
Besides, unlike when he visited other universes, he was in his physical form in Don's. So he wanted to make the most out of this trip.
"So if you don't mind me asking, do you have any lion with wings here?"
As soon as Amaryll heard Michael, she stopped climbing the stairs and burst into melodious laughter,
"Hahahaha,"
Michael creased his brows as Amarylly punched him on the shoulder playfully,
"Lion with wings, hehehe. I never heard someone call Knight, lion with wings in a long time," finally Amaryll stopped laughing and resumed climbing the stairs,
"You will meet him soon. He just left to kill the King of Valencia. He will be home for lunch," she said so casually, like killing a king was not a big deal. Even for Michael, killing a king would bring him unwanted risks and dangers to him. Yet these people of Don seemed to care less about threats. Maybe it was because all of them were so OP.
Finally, when Michael climbed almost fifty steps, he was welcomed by the majestic throne hall.
Lustrous braziers enclosing each of the six basalt columns lit up every part of the throne hall, allowing shadows to play and dance where light could not reach. The large mirrors on the layered ceiling danced in the flickering light. At the same time, statues of Don and Knight looked down upon the gray wood floor of this extravagant hall.
A verdigris rug ran down from the throne for a few meters before ending, while ribbon banners with golden tufts dangled gently from the walls. Between each banner hung a lantern. They've all been lit and illuminated the mosaics of various persons below them.
Huge, stained glass windows depicting ancient legends were concealed by black draperies as the curtains were adorned with impressive needlework and jewels.
At the end of the throne hall, the throne of Don sat majestically upon an elevated platform, looking down. The throne resembled several dragons coiling around each other, forming one domineering throne to rule the world.
The throne sat beneath the overlooking statue of a dwarf holding a battle ax. It was adjoined by several large but far less ornated thrones for the founding members of Everlight.
The throne was covered in textured,layered marks, and a gem-encrusted head of a dragon was fixed on each of the elegant armrests. The light pillows were dark verdigris, which had also been adorned with ornate plumes.
Those wishing to witness Don could do so on the many lightly illuminated wooden benches, all of which were facing the thrones.
"Where is that little brat?" when they both stepped onto the silent throne hall, Amaryll looked around,
"Boo," suddenly, Michael felt rustling behind as his instincts kicked in. In a blink of an eye, Michael unsheathed his sword, turning around.
However, as soon as Michae turned around with his two swords, his hands stopped because a teenage girl was floating in the air with a bright grin on her face,
"Did I startle you?" the girl tilted her head with a playful haughty smile as Amaryll stepped towards Michael,
"Catalie, you shouldn't scare people like that,'
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