Chapter 251 (1/2)

Chapter 251: Heartless and Cold-Blooded Lord

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Damn it, why did you stop me!”

Romilson was extremely agitated the moment he woke up. He rushed towards Link and grabbed him by the collar as he screamed.

Even if he were to ignore the fact that Link prevented him from going to Milda’s rescue, Link actually knocked him out using brute force! How could a Magician ever resort to such tactics?

It’s simply unbelievable! A savage, crazy man!

Link allowed this High Elf to roar and go berserk for half a minute. After making sure that he had calmed down, Link laid out his hands helplessly and said, “Have you calmed down? You must understand that every second you waste is also one second more dangerous for Princess Milda.”

This sentence was akin to a bucket of ice water, dousing Romilson’s fiery rage in one blow. He then picked up the blood-stained rocks on the table and strode towards the door. As he walked, he turned to Link and said coldly, “Magician, I’ll remember you! When I return to the Isle of Dawn, I will request for an audience with the queen. I’ll make sure you are blacklisted as one of the unwelcomed people of my race!”

He then opened the wooden door in rage. After taking just a step out of the house, Romilson stopped and stared at the scene in front of him in horror.

There were bodies lying helplessly on the ground as the mercenaries and residents cleaned up the mess silently. One could see some people weeping for their losses, some places on fire, some collapsed wooden houses. The stench of fresh blood filled the atmosphere. It was the complete opposite of the peaceful and calm Ferde Wilderness Romilson had seen just a while ago.

“How long have I been sleeping?” Romilson asked as he imagined the fierce battle that ensued.

“Not more than half an hour,” Link said as he walked towards him.

“There were many assaulters I assume?”

“There weren’t many, only 50 of them. However, each one of them was extremely powerful. If I wasn’t present, my territory would have been in ruins by now.” Link’s voice was calm. He seemed unaffected by Romilson’s previous threat.

Romilson could not help but turn to look at the human Magician beside him. There was not a shred of agitation or rage on Link’s face. Usually, a lord would have been enraged and depressed after suffering such huge losses. How could he stay so calm?

Romilson was baffled by this Magician in front of him. He also did not want to understand his peculiar mindset. The tragedy in front of his eyes completely doused the rage he had as he whispered, “I will be going off to find the princess.”

“I’ll accompany you.” Link stayed by his side.

Upon hearing those words, the rage that just subsided within Romilson’s heart was once again ignited. He bellowed, “Oh, you are finally interested in saving the princess? To think that the princess gave you the Heart of the Puppet in the carriage just now. It would be fine if you refuse to save the princess yourself, but how could you stop me from going as well? What a cruel and heartless lord you are!”

“You will die if you go alone,” Link reminded.

“Then I will die with no regrets!” Romilson growled.

Grenci had had enough of Romilson’s tantrum and shouted furiously, “Young lad, Master Link did what he was supposed to. The person who made the decision to leave was Your Highness herself. Since she was the one who made the mistake, she naturally has to bear the consequences.”

“Hmph, I know what you people are planning. You guys are afraid to be implicated by the princess’ death and are only leaving me alive as a witness. Humans are such hypocrites!” Romilson shouted as he strode out of the territory.

When Romilson reached an open space, a warm glow enveloped his wand as he summoned a black horse. He then mounted the horse and headed straight towards the East gate of the camp.

“He is a young lad after all. How stubborn,” Ferdinand sighed.

There was no right or wrong in the decisions made throughout this incident. The only thing that mattered was the difference in perspectives. Ferdinand was of the human race and would definitely support Link’s approach to the matter from his perspective. He would have done the same if he was met with this dilemma.

Grenci then sighed, “He is still too young and arrogant. He is talented and powerful, but he is not seeing the big picture.”

As Romilson was about to leave the territory, Link said, “Alright, I’ll leave the territory in the hands of the two Masters. I’ll be accompanying him to find Princess Milda. Celine, you will stay with the Masters.”

Link knew what he had to do and would not be easily swayed by Romilson’s insensitive words.

Link could care less about what Romilson said; the High Elf Magicians in this timeline were generally the same after all. They had enjoyed peace and luxury on the Isle of Dawn for over hundreds of years. The younger generation had never quite understood the cruelties of the world.

“Alright, you take care then,” Celine said in a concerned tone. She was also not angry at Romilson. In her eyes, the High Elf was merely just a little more than a moody little brat.

Lin nodded and summoned the Wind Fenrir immediately, chasing after Romilson all the way out of the Scorched Ridge.

Grenci stared at the disappearing figures of the two young Magicians into the darkness and finally said, “Let’s hope that Romilson will stop throwing his tantrums on the road.”

Ferdinand nodded as he said, “Both of them are young genius Magicians. However, Romilson’s character is a far cry from Link. He is too unreliable, indeed, a disappointment.”