Trapped In The Alpha's Kingdom

The War Has Just Started

The War Has Just Started

“Brothers, let’s gather for a while. Have you seen Theophile?” asked Johnny in a highly exhausted tone.

Ralven breathlessly answered Johnny’s question, “Not at all. I’ve been to the edge of the forest too. Brother Theophile was nowhere to be found.”

“So what about you, Jeno?” Johnny glanced at Jeno, who was trying to wipe away the remnants of sweat that had dripped down his forehead—even though the sweat didn’t reduce his handsomeness.

“I didn’t find him either, or maybe he went to another city to seek help? Or a city that has experienced the same—”

Johnny raised his palm to signal Jeno to stop his words. “I have a lot of bad thoughts about this. I suspect that Theophile went to Vanyacia’s place alone.”

“How could that be, Brother Johnny?” asked Ralven slightly, raising his charming eyebrows.

“Theophile is a person who worries a lot and acts recklessly despite Elder Jun’s stipulations,” replied Johnny.

The two young vampires looked very surprised and could not understand Theophile’s actions which were quite reckless. Ralven and Jeno both know that Theophile loves his future sister-in-law very much but, can’t Theophile wait for the right coordination to fight the cruel Elf queen?

“What should we do now, Brother Johnny?” Jeno asked with a panicked face.

“Of course, we should go home first and discuss this with Tristan,” Johnny shrugs.

“Okay.”

They returned to take their respective horses, immediately spurred them to run a little faster, and headed for the refugee camp. The distance from the city center to the refugee camp is approximately two hundred kilometers because the refugee camps are still around their kingdom’s area.

“Hurry up a bit, Jeno!” shouted Johnny, who always rode his horse behind his younger siblings just in case an enemy attacked behind him.

Jeno just obeyed the order and hit the Arabian horse’s back to speed up its movement. No doubt, the horse with brownish-orange fur immediately drove away from Ralven and Johnny.

“Good job, now it’s your turn, Ralven. Don’t spend too much time enjoying your race, “said Johnny.

Sometime later, they stopped in front of a refugee camp, saw his brothers who had distributed the breakfast menu that morning. Jeffrey, who saw their arrival, immediately went to Johnny with a face full of questions.

“Did you guys run into a problem?” Jeffrey asked.

Johnny, who had just got off his horse, immediately called a soldier to take care of his horse and sighed in response to Jeffrey’s question. “Actually, I’m not quite sure about this. I didn’t find Theophile in town at all. This makes it clear that Theophile is not surveying a city that is about to undergo redevelopment.”

Jeffrey knit his brows in a question mark. “Then where did Theophile go?”

“I was worried about my own answer because I thought he was seeing Vanyacia, and I don’t know where Vanyacia is,” Johnny emphasized his opinion.

“If that really happens, this is an awful thing, and of course, we have to catch up with Elder Jun immediately,” Jeffrey retorted.

“Right, now tell me… where is Tristan?”

“He’s in his tent,” Jeffrey replied.

Johnny nodded in understanding, then answered Jeffrey, “Now listen to me, the four of you, prepare your weapons and order some of the strongest brothers to stand guard here while the others will go after Theophile.”

While elsewhere Theophile and the Magic Pony had reached the gates of the forbidden valley, the Magic Pony actually dropped Theophile at the entrance to the forbidden valley—though that didn’t make Theophile flinch for a moment. Theophile was not afraid to go alone into the forbidden valley because her intention was to save Lavelle and her future child.

With furious steps, he walked to open the rusty iron gate quickly, killing the two guards who were blocking him with a single claw right in the pit of his heart. Theophile smirked in satisfaction, however, not as satisfied as if he had managed to kill Vanyacia with his own hands.

Vanyacia’s guards kept arriving. This made Theophile even more excited to hit a punch and a claw as well as his favorite kick. The stuffy atmosphere in the room made the fight even hotter, mixed with sweat which added to the aura of fierceness between them.

Theophile knew killing all of Vanyacia’s armies would surely make the cruel Elf queen find something odd where she had kept Lavelle.

“GO TO HELL, YOU b***h!” shouted Theophile as a guard pointed a silver dagger and was about to stab him in the heart, but Theophile was more intelligent than anyone because he immediately clawed at the back of the guard’s hand.

“Finally, you have come here too, my prince.” A voice sounded over the valley.

Theophile looked up and found Vanyacia’s smiling face viciously—even though she looked so beautiful, she was just like a giant and annoying demon.

“You’re the one who invited me here, Vanyacia! Now at my request, free my future wife!” said Theophile.

“Don’t you want to marry me?” asked Vanyacia.

“I don’t want to marry you!” Theophile quickly argued.

“What did you say, honey?” asked Vanyacia with an undefined face.

“I don’t want to marry a cruel woman like you! I won’t make the wrong choice again!” shouted Theophile.

“Why would you do that to me, dear Theophile? Don’t you know that I love you very much?” asked Vanyacia a little teasingly.

Vanyacia took a deep breath, then looked at Theophile, who was staring at her full of hatred. Theophile looked at her in annoyance, even with the obvious veins on her neck.

“Jeez, how about just making a bet? Free them if I manage to kill all your’s soldiers,” Theophile challenged Vanyacia.

“And if you lose, you will marry me?” asked Vanyacia.

“You’d better just dream.”

“Well, you will know my pain.”

Slowly but surely, millions of soldiers came out from various directions, making Theophile reflex fly away from the attack. He knew Vanyacia was a cunning person, but he did not expect that Vanyacia would fight with those millions of soldiers.