Tangled By Fate

Chapter 522  HIDING OVIOR

"Can I meet your father?"

Urulas looked like he heard the most impossible question.

He crudely stared at Ovior. Then, he looked at the front, without bothering to answer.

"I guess not," Ovior muttered.

"We will do our best to hide your presence," Veronica promised.

"I don't think you can," Ovior mentioned. "The Elvish soldiers already noticed my presence."

Veronica was stunned. "Did they? They didn't say anything. Their expressions also didn't change."

Ovior pointed out, "Just because their expressions didn't change, doesn't mean they didn't notice."

Veronica still had a hard time believing it. She said, "I know they are sharp but how did they notice? I made you wear an Elvish cloak and I added some mushy paste on your skin so that they can't smell you."

"Perhaps they sensed my mana," Ovior guessed. "We can't underestimate their senses."

"We shouldn't." Veronica shook her head. "They are the best warriors you can ever find. I wonder if Elves and wizards ever fight who will win."

Ovior stared at her. "Why? Just why would you think about war?"

Veronica shrugged. "I wasn't. I was just wondering."

"Don't, please. We already lost so many lives. I'm not ready to be wiped out yet."

Ovior was exhausted just thinking about the word 'war'.

"It's not that I want to pick a fight," Veronica said. "I wonder why you think that you will lose."

Ovior replied, "That's because we just had a war with the witches. It will take us time to recover. Although the Elves are physically strong, we know nothing much about them. "They know about us more than we do because they were spying on us. We are also not as secretive as them. They will beat us in logic and strategy. "Well, that's what I think. I'm sure if Arthur ever wants to fight the elves, he will have a plan ready." The source of thɪs content is Novᴇ(l)ꜰɪre .ɴᴇt

"I will do my best to prevent that war," Veronica said. She also believed if it was her husband, he would definitely come up with something.

When they reached their destination, they found a beautiful elf was waiting for them.

He bowed and greeted them, "Welcome, sacred Dragon's blood and Your Highness the Second Prince. I've been waiting."

"Thank you for your warm welcome, Juv," Urulas brightly smiled at him and gave him a warm hug.

"You have become fatter," the man called 'Juv' jokingly teased him.

"I became lazy," Urulas laughed in response. "It's not to hard to guard someone sacred you see."

He looked at Veronica and introduced him to her, "Veronica, he is Juvelius, the second-in-command. When I'm not here, he commands the rest of the army."

"That's amazing. It's an honor to meet you, Juvelius."

Veronica gave him a slight bow.

Juvelius hurriedly said, "Oh, no, you mustn't bow to me. I'm your servant. The honor of meeting you is all mine."

Veronica firmly stated, "I have no servant. I don't need any servants. I do wish to have friends. If you want to be one, I'd be very happy."

"That would be my wildest dream, Your Holiness" saying Juvelius took her arm and kissed on the back of her hand.

"Juvelius, call me Veronica if you want to be my friend."

Juvelius smiled. He already started liking Veronica.

He replied, "I will try. Please come this way. By His Majesty's order, we have prepared a room for you."

"Please show me the way," Veronica responded.

He took her in front of a gigantic tree. Inside the tree was an elegant but simple room.

There was a bed in the middle of the room, a reading table and a chair beside the window. There was a wooden shelf to keep clothes and books. All the furniture was made of wood.

Veronica looked around and couldn't help complimenting, "This is perfect. Thank you so much."

"I'm glad it suits your taste," Juvelius was relieved.

"It does," Veronica pressed. "This style suits my taste."

Juvelius politely replied, "It's wonderful how your taste matches us. Are you sure you are not an elf?"

"Since you are settled, have some rest. We will meet my father tomorrow after breakfast," Urulas said.

"Okay," Veronica agreed. She looked behind Urulas. Ovior was not there.

'Could he be with other members since he couldn't come with me?' she wondered.

"You know that you have to prepare another room, right?" she whispered to Urulas.

"Nothing to worry about. My house is big enough to fit a group," Urulas assured her.

Only then Veronica relaxed. After Urulas left, there was only one person with her.

"So," Juvelius mentioned, "are you sure that you can revive her? Your friend I mean."

"…"

Veronica stared at him without speaking.

Juvelius said, "Please, no need to be suspicious. Urulas, my friend, told me about your circumstances. He told me to help you as much as I can."

When she heard it, Veronica let her guard down.

"I'm glad to hear that. Please, help me however you can. I need it."

"And… your friend…"

"I can't be certain." Veronica's voice was filled with uncertainty as she replied to his previous question. "But I can only try."

"Do you think it's the right thing to do?"

"Bringing back life from the dead, it's against the rules. I know that. But what can I do? I can't just sit around and live a wonderful life knowing my friend died and it was part of my fault. I can never bear that guilt."

"You don't care about the consequences, do you?"

"I do but as I said - I can't bear the guilt. Call me selfish if you want." "I can never do that," Juvelius replied. "There is nothing to be called 'selfish'. The Holiness can never be wrong. If you choose to do it, it means it's the right thing to do."

"Oh, I'm not always right," Veronica denied his claim. "I was wrong many times. I keep making mistakes."

Juvelius disapproved by saying, "That's not true. Everything you call 'a mistake' is an opportunity for you to do something right – that's what we, the Elves, believe. We also think you can never be wrong and we want to stick with it.

"Even though you broke our rules, we still believe what you did was the right thing to do."

"What rule did I break?"