The Rings Deception Claiming The Ring

Master Of Mind Games

Chapter 11: Master of Mind Games

Estavon, an ordinary human, had no business with extraordinary things and creatures. Yet, he roamed the forest, searching for things others thought were mere myths. After failing to find the ring, he decided to create one of his own. With it, he would lure sorcerers and sorceresses, and take their powers.

Aria sat restless, her mind still reeling from the vision she had seen. Someone was coming for her. Her door creaked open, and she gasped, sitting up. "Who's there?" she called out, but there was no response. Her heart racing, she felt a presence in her room, something she couldn't see. Before she could react, Aria was gone, taken by the strange being.

Meanwhile, the spy grew worried as she realized the princess was still in her room, despite it being 9 am. She went to investigate and found the room empty. Had Aria gone to Eryndor? Or had Anderson come in as a spy again and taken her forcefully? The mere thought of it angered the spy, and she teleported to Eryndor.

As soon as she appeared, the guards attacked her, but she dodged their blows with ease, sending them crashing to the ground. The last guard standing triggered the warning bell, alerting the other guards, including Anderson.

"Stop!" Anderson ordered, rushing towards the spy. "Why are you here?"

The spy's eyes glowed, and she raised her hands, but Anderson stopped her. "You and your servant came to Zorek as spies, but because we were slow to respond, you both came again and kidn*pped her," the spy accused.

Anderson's expression changed as he interrupted her. "My servant is missing too. Do you think we're dealing with the same enemy?"

The spy's hands dropped, and she hesitated for a moment. "Come with me," she said finally. "If we work together, we can find out what's going on."

The spy looked at Anderson's outstretched hand, her mind lingering on the word "friend." The princess had never considered her a friend, never praised her or complimented her effort. But she pushed those thoughts aside. "The princess is not my friend; she's my mistress. I won't risk my life for hers. I'm leaving."

Anderson knew he needed her help. He was neither smart nor powerful, so he decided to bribe her. "What do you want in return for your services?" he asked.

The spy paused, taken aback by the question. No one had ever asked her what she wanted. "I will let you know when the time comes," she said finally.

Anderson nodded, knowing he had no choice but to trust her. "When I am King, I will grant any wish of yours," he promised.

The spy smiled, and together they walked into the palace, heading to the cell where Jeff was last seen. As they approached, Anderson's uncle appeared, his expression disapproving.

"You, a sorceress? You know magic is forbidden here. Why did you let her in?" Anderson's uncle asked, his voice dripping with disdain.

Anderson smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Come on, ignore him," he said to the spy. "My pleasure," she responded.

As they entered the scene of the crime, the spy looked around, sensing the energy that had been used to intercept the princess's spell. "We need to look for clues," she said, her eyes scanning the area.

The spy noticed a writing on the frozen guards and tapped on Anderson's shoulder, pointing it out. "Great, another strange language," Anderson muttered, frustration etched on his face.

Meanwhile, in Terry's room, he slowly opened his eyes, his head throbbing with pain. A beautiful woman sat beside him, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Finally, you're up," she said, her voice husky.

Terry stared at her, forcing a smile. It was supposed to be a one-night stand, but it seemed she had stuck around. He lifted the sheets, relieved to find himself dressed. "Get out," he thundered, his voice firm.

The woman quickly left, and Terry lay back, trying to piece together what had happened. The king entered the room, a wide grin on his face. "Finally, you're up," he said.

Terry sat up, his mind racing. "How long was I in bed?" he asked, his voice rough.

"A week," the king replied. "Jeff was accused of doing something to you. He was locked up in prison and now has gone missing. Prince Anderson has gone to investigate."

Terry's eyes narrowed, his mind working overtime. Jeff, a servant, was missing, and Anderson was investigating? He needed to find out what was going on. "And where is Anderson now?" Terry asked, his voice cold.

The king's expression turned serious. "No one would know better than your uncle."

Terry quickly left to find his uncle, who was eating peacefully in his room. "Uncle," Terry called out, his voice firm.

His uncle looked up, his eyes indifferent. "Oh, you're finally awake. To what do I owe this honor?" he said, his tone sarcastic.