The Calling of Wrath - Book 2 - Chapter 37 - Meeting a Guardian (Patreon)

Cassandra
Year 820 | Month 3 | Day 22

“Why?” the king asks without giving any sort of reaction to their statement.

Deciding to leave the discussions to him for the moment, I look around in an attempt to find the Guardian watching us. While, of course, still listening in on their discussion.

“I assume you know about Fafnir by now?” the invader’s leader says, prompting a nod from the king before he continues, “And you know the only way to deal with him?”

I can’t help but notice the king send a brief glance towards me at that, but I ignore it as I finally lock onto a tiny presence that I had overlooked before. One that is hiding in the middle of the invader army. The presence seems to belong to one of the regular soldiers, but when I narrow my eyes on him, I can’t help but notice the soldier nod their head at me.

Interesting.

Looks like I found the Guardian.

I turn my focus back to the leader of the invaders to find them looking at me as they bow their head and state, “We apologize for any misconduct our fellow visitors have done here in Midgard.” The man then raises his head and directly meets my eyes while adding, “However, know that not every visitor here shares the same beliefs on how things should be done. In fact, only a small minority – albeit most of which are from the more powerful planes – actually believe in taking Midgard by force.”

My eyes narrow again as I notice the multitude of political bullshit hidden in that statement.

He replaced the term ‘invader’ with ‘visitor’, politely shifted any blame to the other invaders while painting themselves in a good light, hinted that most of the invaders won’t try to take over Midgard with force, and hinted that there are also some planes that will likely try to take us over in other ways.

The question is how these invaders stand.

“Before we continue with these talks,” the king states while stepping forward, closer to the invaders, “know that the princess here is not obligated to involve herself in our affairs and may leave whenever she wishes.”

I can’t help but lift a brow at the king coming to my defense before lowering it again.

Guess he feels obligated to help me thanks to what I’ve done to drive off the invaders. That or he just doesn’t like the idea of the invaders overlooking him to talk to me.

Either way though, it’s a nice out for me. Because I really don’t care about this talk. If I need to talk to someone, I’d rather talk with that Guardian.

I turn to look at where he was again, only to find the Guardian missing from his spot. So I close my eyes to sense with my aura for his presence, but still fail to find him. Leading me to put in more of my aura into the search, making it visible to the naked eye and more easily sensed in the process.

After briefly noting and then ignoring the surprised reactions of those around me which basically constitute to nothing more than slight twitches, I eventually find the Guardian floating high above us in a patch of clouds.

I raise my head to look at him again, just to find absolutely nothing there.

Some sort of cloaking skill, maybe? Because I can still sense his presence there even if I don’t see anything.

Out of nowhere, right as the king and the invader’s leader begins talking again, a voice resounds in my head. One that I can tell no one else is hearing simply by looking around at the others to see their reactions.

‘I knew you were growing quickly, but to find that you’re already capable of sensing me. It’s rather impressive.’

So the Guardian can talk to me through their mind? That’s interesting. Kind of like Roxy’s Telepathy Talent.

But how do I respond?

As if hearing my thoughts, the rather deep and slightly growly voice comes back, ‘Come.’

Then I find myself suddenly appearing high in the air, where I stumble for a second until I realize that I’m somehow standing on some sort of invisible floating platform, looking down on the two armies, and the king and invader leaders. The king of which seems a little surprised, along with the princes at my vanishing act. But the invaders don’t seem too surprised. In fact, they actually look up at me before returning to whatever they were talking about when I vanished.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Wrath,” I hear that same voice, but out loud this time. When I turn to look at the source, this time I find a regular looking man. Albeit with a rather large build, fancy red armor, and a large hammer that fits his build.

I blink in surprise as I see a spark of fire leave his eyes. Then another.

Okay, maybe not regular looking after all.

“Just call me Cassandra,” I tell the Guardian while taking a step back to better examine his armor. The red armor is of a color somewhere in between blood and fire, and it seems to be very much unlike the rest of the armor worn by the soldiers below. In fact, it looks a little bit more like the ‘high tech’ armor worn by those from that plane called Earth. It has several different plates of metal stacked on top of each other, with large amounts bunched up at his neck as if it could separate and spread out or something. And the armor has a crimson glow radiating out from underneath each plate.

The Guardian nods his head in a polite manner before introducing himself, “Then call me Hephaestus.”

Hmm, this guy’s actually rather polite for a Guardian. All of the Guardians I’ve met so far have been quite rude, so this is a little bit refreshing.

“So what is it you’re wanting to speak with me about, Hephaestus?” I ask, getting straight to the point.

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