CHAPTER 23
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CRITICAL MISSION : CAPTURE THE VILLAINESS' HEART
CHAPTER 23
Mission 23 : Walk Down the Dungeon Once More
HIS knees are a little bit trembling. Grey's feet were stuck to where he was standing. He can feel the tip of his fingers numbing and feels so cold like that of a corpse.
This man is really intimidating. The Commander just stood there but it gives him chills, like a superior being. Well, in fact, he is really a superior being.
"Why don't we talk about your matter with a breakfast."
"Sure, Commander . " The captain sat down and so he did.
"So, who is this man with you?" he asked.
Really? Does he not remember him?
"This is Grey, a man you will never expect to meet," Amber introduced him.
He doesn't know if it is right to feel special that time. He should be unique because of the capability he is possessing. It should boost his confidence. But it did not. For they might doubt him.
"I am guessing this man have something to do with the matter you are going to discuss with me," he said.
"That is right Commander, " she sighed. "But first, I want this matter to be privately confidential."
The Commander sat back on his chair. He moved his hand and started massaging his chin while looking at her firmly . The Cap tain also looked at him straight, trying to convince him.
"Why do you need it to be confidential?" he asked.
Amber leaned on the table after putting her cup on the table. " It 's about the summoned one," she whispered.
The Commander blinked twice. And unwilling ly yet moved towards her . He took a quick glance at him the back with the captain.
"Him?" he asked, still not convinced.
She nodded.
"You got to be kidding me," he blurted. He stood up and asked them to follow him.
"We shouldn't talked that thing here. Let's go. I'll get our carriage to be ready," he said.
He followed them.
They arrived at a nearby pub. They went straight to the bar counter. The Commander whispered something on the man who were on duty.
The man laughed again and looks like he did not hear anything. But he turned around and pulled something from the wooden wall behind him. He did not say anything more.
The Commander walked by the side of the counter where a rugged black curtain was hanged.
There were just a few people hanging on that pub. Some were just sleeping, obviously wasted last night and was drunkly fell asleep anywhere.
A passage was opened behind the curtain. It was deep and dark that the dim lights on that pub wasn't enought to light the way there.
The Commander went down the icy cold stairs. The Captain followed down while he went too, not knowing what lies ahead down stairs.
They keep on walking straight down that stairs until they could not se anymore. But there are no hurdles that could make them fall on the ground . They keep keep on walking straight ahead. There were no noise , nor even hushing or murmuring. Only the sound of a deafening silence were heard and their thumper s echoing on that dark way under ground.
They were not uttering any words. Even his breathing is too difficult to control. It feels like it would be a sin to make any sound that time. For he was imagining of some traps that would come out any time.
Soon, the Commander halted. They also stopped. A loud cracking of stone was heard. It was as if a giant fell asleep for a very long long time , that it began stretching.
There was a glint of light. It started to appear. from the other side of the big wall twisting, making a way for them.
He took a peek and saw some old bars lined up. It was familiar view.
"So, you are finally back?" said the familiar coarse voice of an old man.
And the scene that happened here started to flashed in his mind.
"I JUST NEED TO GO HOME, " he sighed as he slumped on that dirty floor inside the prison underground.
"Did you perhaps question them?" said an old man that has a coarse voice from an across cell with no lights.
Cells on that dungeon were made of stone like cage and with metal barriers that is as thick as baby' s wrist. No one can escape that easily with that design and structure.
He cannot escape on that type of cell. He had never been in a prison cell all his life. Not until he came to that strange land of Enchantria.
He can see the silhouette of that old man who just talk, though he can't see his face.
His forehead crumpled.
"What did they sentenced you? " the old man asked again.
"I don't know," he answered, not really sure what to answer.
"What did you do?" he asked again.
"I talked to the princess? " he said, unsure if that is really his sin.
"Ah. They're going to chop your head off," said the old man.
"Wh--what? But I just saw her face. Why would they behead me? "
That's kind of barbaric way. He just saw the princess' face. Why would they give him such heavy punishment?
"Curious, eh?" the old man spoke. "Are you also starting to get curious about why is that? Well, it's better to question them, rather than seeing the princess' face. Because you'll only end up like my state."
"Why would they hide such a pretty face? There's nothing wrong with that?"
The old man snickered. " Yeah, she got the face of an angel. But don't you know that the queen is prettier? " he said, nodding.
"Her mother? Of course, who would she inherit such pretty face from?"
A guffaw escaped the old man's lips, making him cough in too much amusement. "No. No. No. The queen who disappeared. The queen who was loved by the whole kingdom, yet was forgotten."
He has heard this this story before. No. He has read this story before. It was the book under his pillow that he read at their house. The one he couldn't read the final and just even c****x.
Questions started to pop on his mind. Everything is becoming puzzle that he doesn't even know look question.
"Who are you? " he asked.
The old man's face move forward, revealing half of his face. His smirk showed up under the dim lights coming from those fainting candle lamps.
"Just a crazy old man that's locked for life."
Yes. It was the crazy old man back then. It was the old man he talked to. And it was sitting just in front of him. It was also his first time to see his face a little bit clearer than before.
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