64 The War Room (2/2)

Soon we came to a building that was completely made out of marble. It had a fair number of soldiers that are posted outside and along the width of the steps. People were walking all around the buildings, and some came and went from the building with folders in their hands.

The closer we got the more I noticed the strained and stern expressions on the guard's face. It seems that they were also feeling the anxiety of the situation that they found themselves within. The moral was quite low.

”Lady Theodora,” a voice calls out as we near the guards that are around the steps of the building.

Looking up, I find a thin-looking man appear that has a head of white hair and a white mustache. Everything about him was neat, his hair was even tied back with a baby blue bow at the back of his skull.

He was dressed in a simple butler's outfit. He quickly walks down the stair and approaches us. The guard noticing Theodora straighten their back and give a small nod in her direction.

They give me a wary glance, but I don't pay any attention to that at all.

”My Ladyship,” the white-haired man says with a deep bow.

”Thorn,” she replies.

”Your Ladyship, your father wishes to see you immediately. He wants a report of the situation outside,” the butler, Thorn tells her.

”Very well, I came to report just that! Lead the way,” she gestures.

”Of course, your Ladyship. What about this child?” Thorn ask while looking at me with clear apathy.

He had brilliant blue eyes that are sharp like they are inspecting every inch of my person. I raise an eyebrow and stare him down with a sharp eye as well.

It would seem he might not like me.

”She's coming with me,” she states simply.

Looking at me once more, he removes his eyes and bows to her. ”As you wish, my Ladyship,” he complies. Turning he begins to walk forward, and Theodora follows after him. I follow her and we quickly climbed the stairs.

Arriving inside the building, it became a fortress. At the moment the interior reminded me of a war movie from my past life. A myriad of people are running to and fro. The volume in the room was almost deafening. Papers are spread out all along width of the tables that have been set up.

The noise was like a roar, it kept getting louder and louder. It felt like I'd entered into a war command center.

But that didn't seem to stop Theodora or Thorn. He quickly began to lead Theodora, and me past all the tables and people. Without breaking a heartbeat, we quickly head towards the staircase and make our way upwards.

The air throughout the building was with tensions and unspoken fears. It was like a pulsating heartbeat that was singing to the tune of fear.

”It seems like there are more preparations being made then you let onto,” I comment.

Theodora visible stiffens and I know that I hit a nerve. She had not been honest with me from the beginning. But it seems it wasn't a doubt that the goblins would attack. But more of a question of when they would attack and with how many.

”I didn't tell you the whole truth, but if I did! Who would be willing to walk into their coffin?” She asks me.

She didn't turn to look at me, but I could tell that she was nervous about my response. But that didn't matter to me, her doubt, or her even lying to me about the situation… none of it mattered. I had only one goal, and that was to slay all the goblins and complete any tasks that are thrown my way.

I'd win.

”Lead the way,” I state simply.

Her back that was stiff with worry and fear began to loosen.

”Thank you,” she says soft enough for only me to hear.

[Affection with Theodora has been raised from 10% to 30%. She's starting to warm up to you. The more her affection is raised the more she will trust you with information. Not only that but she will be more willing to hear your suggestions!]

Well, that was convenient. It seems that this was completely like a video from my past life. If I remembered correctly this world was similar to a videogame, the God of Life had been the one to tell me that.

It made sense that the Fate Temple would mimic a game, the better one completed the game the more skills and insight would be needed. This was the perfect way to decide a class for someone.

There might be a hidden reward if I'm lucky and complete everything perfectly.

After climbing the stair and walking down a long hallway we reached our destination. The door that we'd arrived at had the crest on it. The crest was of two eagles that are fighting each other. Two handles curved out from the door.

Without any hesitation, Thorn quickly grasps the handles of the door and pushes the door open.

A strong pressure burst out from the room and slams into my face. There were four people sitting in the room, that I could see from my vantage point from behind Theodora.

Three of them are seated on the couch.

A woman sat on one couch that was closet to me. A cup of tea was held gently between her fingers and a huge wide-brimmed witches hat on her head. A skimpy dress that cut dangerously low around her breast. They are almost falling out of her dress. Long green hair pours out from her hat, her face is completely obstructed from my view, however.

Sitting opposite of her is two men, one of the men looks like a standard military man. His back is ramrod straight and his posture is impeccable. A stern expression makes his strong features even stronger. His hair was a light blonde and shaved accordingly to match his military appearance.

A cup of tea sits untouched in front of him. His clothing choice was that of a military outfit and it was clean and tidy without a wrinkle in sight.

The other man sitting next to him was slopping and had an untidy appearance. His hair was shaggy and a deep brown, that covers his eyes slightly. In his hand, he had a bottle of alcohol and looked to be in a half-drunken stupor.

But something about him felt just as intimidating as the military man.

The final person was a man that was sitting at a desk with his hand firmly locked together at the desk. His face was the sternest out of the lot of them. He gave off an unbearable amount of pressure as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulder.

His hair was a warm brown and his eyes are violet the same as Theodora. He had a bit of stubble growing on his handsome jawline.

Theodora quickly steps into the room and I follow behind her.

[You've entered into the War Room!]