134 Request For Chaos (1/2)
As soon as I and Roswaisa reach Glice, ”We are greeted by hopeful looks by the denizens of the planet.”
”Is something the matter here?” I ask the guards who are accompanying us on the way in.
While they were ignoring us before, now that I am the king of this planet, they have to answer when I ask.
”Yes, your majesty.” One of the guards says and directs us to a man with in a purple robe standing right in the middle of the street. Because his face is also covered by the robe, I can't tell how he looks like but he definitely has a short stature.
Seeing me look at him, he starts walking towards us.
”Hey!” I ask Roswaisa in the hopes she can make a good guess, ”Who do you think he is?”
”I think, no … I know that he is a denizen of Frost, the planet that Dues has sent Irium to.” She says with confidence.
Since she deliberately corrected herself and said that she knows this, it's probably true.
”Your majesty?” The guards look at me with worried expressions. As I have come to know in the past month, Glice rarely gets any visitors. And when they do, 9 out of 10 times the visitor would be introduced by Kaylith or Trevor. Neither of them is around anymore so the responsibility now falls to me.
”For how long has this been guy here?” I ask the guards.
”It has been around 20 minutes since he came here.” The guards answer. ”He was able to break through all the defense mechanisms without killing a single one of us. When asked why he was here, he only said that he wanted to meet you.”
”Did he give his name?” I question to the guard but,
”MY NAME IS RAKA.” The man in question himself answered in a loud voice as he walked towards us.
”Roswaisa?” I question the obvious question and she nods to answer 'yes'. What that means is that all the questions I just asked were answered truthfully.
So, I face Raka and ask, ”Is there anymore to your identity than your name?”
He answers while simultaneously taking the purple robe off his face, ”As your friend there has already told you, I am a Frost. And I have come here with a request from Temple of Temur.”
He is a bald blue man with a head that looks to be out of proportion with his body and gives him a cartoonish vibe. Like his head, his eyes are larger than one would expect as well.
”What the hell is Temple of Temur?” I ask, curious as to what even Temur is.
He answers with an expression that I can hardly read though, ”We, the Temple of Temur, are a sect on Frost that opposes Dues ex machina and her supposed 'godhood'.”
I see.
”You are living the dream then.” I say sarcastically before asking with a serious expression, ”What request have you come here with?”
”We would like to request for you to lend us some support as we are about to go on a major attack against the followers and supporters of her.” He says as he bends one of his knees to show his sincerity and respect. However, before I can respond,