Reincarnated Lord: I can upgrade everything!

Chapter 306 Unknown House

Chapter 306  Unknown House

Geriant's brows came together.

"In the land of humans."

Gerald responded with an affirmative nod. "Through the tracking artifact we discovered she indeed is beyond the mountain range that divided our lands from the humans."

Geriant rose up, his aura palpable. "Are you certain of this? Humans were the ones who abducted my child?!"

Gerald stayed silent for a while. "... We are not certain of that, Your imperial Majesty. The thief could have encountered a human and the child was taken."

"That's a flimsy excuse!" Jared roared from the back. It was a tough experience to be in the presence of three angry members of the imperial family, each having the power to kill whoever they desired in the empire.

Yet, Gerald maintained his calm. As the most powerful knight in the four dukedoms of Cyrenia, he had dealt with cases more dire than this.

And he had the power to speak against the emperor if need be.

This moment called for it.

"You want a war then?!"

He faced Jared, glaring at the emperor's heir and first born.

But in true sense, he was speaking to all three of them.

"I want my daughter back, I don't care if the human lands have to burn." Argenta, a silver haired fairy said coldly.

Her eyes didn't quiver despite the fact that a word from her could cause the death of hundreds of thousands.

"If bringing back my sister would cause a war I would very well face it. The knights of Cyrenia won't back off from a fight against the humans in that land."

Gerald sighed deeply. "You speak like a child despite being over 200 years old. The knights in the human lands are not like those here. The ones here are not as shrewd or twisted in mind like those over there."

Geriant shut his eyes for some seconds before he opened them. "War is not an option."

"Your Majesty!"

"Father!"

Argenta and Jared exclaimed with shocked faces.

"A wise decision, Your Majesty. We the knights of the peacekeeper order and the mages will do our best to retrieve —"

"No."

"Your Majesty…?" Gerald's eyes widened upon hearing the emperor's short yet firm retort.

"Send no squadron, no troop, no mage nor noble."

At this point, Jared and Argenta had ugly expressions.

Even Gerald was confused. Did the emperor for the sake of the empire plan to forgo his daughter.

But each member of the imperial bloodline had the power to form elite troops through their potent talents.

"I send you, Gerald, the nameless knight and Cyrenia's anchor. Go and bring my daughter back to me."

Gerald's eyes grew wide.

"Y… Your Majesty, what about the abyssal creatures? The time for the prophesied apocalypse is approaching."

"I believe you will be back before then and with my daughter by your side."

"Then, I shall go."

Gerald turned heel and left with large strides. He knew the reason the emperor sent him. Sending him was no different than sending hundreds of thousands of knights!

After all, he was the strongest knight in the empire and to be the strongest, one had to step into the forbidden realm of power.

The Awoken One realm!

…

The trotting of horses and the gentle creaks of the wheels of a carriage fell into the ears of the natives of Vale, the capital of the Dukedom of Mormonts.

On this broad, well paved street, dozens of carriages could be seen along with men on horsebacks.

Asher, sitting on the plush red cushion inside the carriage, leaned back. His back sank inside the foam behind him whilst he crossed one leg on the other.

He dressed like a proper noble with a long silk trench coat, exquisitely made by his best tailor, Anna from the silk made by the silkworms gained as spoils from Zebulun.

Clad in this trench coat over a black shirt, pants and long black boots with buckles, Asher looked like the young prince of Sacred Flame Empire.

Seated opposite him was Nero, clad in black gambeson, leather pants, long boots and two arming swords by his waist.

His curly hair fell over his forehead. His eyes were focused on the crowd outside, nothing like Asher's relaxed demeanour.

The crisp sound of a page being opened fell into his ears, followed by Asher's deep voice.

"We're here for a ball. Don't be so tense."

He averted his eyes from the book toward Nero.

The kid also looked at him.

"But my job here is to protect you not to dance."

Asher raised an eyebrow.

"Who trains you?"

Nero was startled. "You and uncle Alec."

"Good. I brought you here to mingle with the young nobles because you shall ascend, and take the position of a noble that you father couldn't live to gain."

Nero blinked. This was outside his scope of understanding. Was he going to be dancing with some girl?

He would rather swing his sword at a tree throughout the night.

"It's an order from your lord."

Asher's words sealed his fate. When Nero looked away, Asher smiled.

Looking at Nero, he could see a young Alex.

Outside the carriage, the paladins garbed in expensive clothes with their weapons at each side of their mount.

Six rode before the carriage and six rode after the carriage. What made them attract the public's gaze more than those that had been trooping in was the golden helmet's covering a portion of their faces.

Clip! Clop!

The hooves of the war mounts made sounds as it tapped the cobblestones.

Moses looked at the magnificent castle, leagues ahead of all in their county with a solemn expression.

"I've never seen a black flag with the head of a white wolf before. Which House is this?"

A passerby asked.

"I don't know. Could be one of those small barons."

A man standing outside his shop, since no customer was coming in, said casually.

"Tsk! What kind of baron has such an expensive carriage and soldiers. Have you taken a proper look at the wood of that carriage or the material those men are wearing." another man who had been watching the convoy the entire time retorted.

"I'm not a carpenter neither am I a tailor. Besides, why should I care." The shop owner shrugged.

"Oh you should. Inside that carriage is the man who beheaded Archduke Nubis son and brought several wars to the north. His soldiers are all forged in combat making him possess one of the strongest armies in these parts."

The man turned to the frozen shop owner.

"Around him you whisper or he'll remove your head as he did Count William. He favours beheading I hear."

Chills seeped into the shop owner.