Mormir, Caden, and the rescued mages arrived back to the castle.
"Finally, it took you so long!" Cassandra "welcomed" them.
"We met the Imperial army. But still, we got them," Mormir replied.
"Great, what do we do now?" Cassandra said.
"How are our new allies doing?" Mormir asked.
"Elves? I'm good, but not even I can learn to fight someone who hasn't seen a weapon for thirty years, in a day," Cassandra replied.
"So they can't do anything?"
"Don't laugh to me, Mormir! I didn't say that. They know the basics."
"They really love each other, don't they?" Merill laughed and walked away with Caden.
"So you destroyed the Imperial army?" Merill asked.
"I doubt it, it certainly wasn't the whole army. But they were many," Caden replied.
They both sat down near the fire.
"Do you know that it was formerly called the Gregorian Army? Emperor Enric was irritated by it, and he had it renamed," Merill explained.
"And you know what's funny? Emperor Enric had the third name Merill. He took the name to honour the elves, so they won't attack the Empire. It was after the Empire's infamous lost war with elves," Caden told him.
"Hmm... interesting, you've got to be tired. We have nothing to do, Mormir and Cassandra obviously intend to continue with the training of the dark elves, which will take at least a few days," Merill lay down on a piece of cloth.
The next day in the Imperial City...
The high warden was negotiating with the highest of wardens and general Jedar, in the great hall. A messenger entered the room. "Sir! An undead army is marching through the Green Grove, they are heading west!"
"Undead army? Are you sure about that?" the high warden asked.
"They are attacking villages and are not afraid of attacking the cities, sir. Some of the undead are said to wear the armour of the Imperial army."
"Ah... you can go," the high warden's gaze fixed on general Jedar, crouching in his chair.
"So the Imperial Army... I'm wondering who might be able to send the Imperial Army to death without thinking. Who got control over it?!"
"Sir... I didn't send the whole army," general Jedar replied.
"And how many soldiers did you send?"
"About three hundred, maybe four hundred..."
"So, because of your dullness and arrogance, we'll need another five hundred, maybe six hundred soldiers now to deal with the result of your brilliant strategic decision!" the high warden shouted.
"Sir... I'm sorry, I'll lead them personally and destroy the undead!" Jedar stood up.
"I hope for it, Jedar. I will not tolerate such a failure again. Now go! Get out of my sight!"
General Jedar stopped by in his office, where archbishop Coren was waiting for him. "Ah, finally, what took you so long?" Jedar called.
"The Church of the Saints has more important things than meeting the wardens."
"For example, what? I warn you that the magicians are criminals in the Empire, and anyone else who is helping them too," Jedar proclaimed.
"Why do you think we help the magicians?"
"You have the aptitude. I just want to warn you in a friendly way. If a trace of magic is found in any temple of the Saints, it will have fatal consequences for you."
"General, the right to worship each member of the Saints belongs to everyone, no matter what, whether it's an elf, Stormer or mage. This is what the church's founders have already laid down, and I am not going to change it," Archbishop answered.
"You're mad. Do not bring the wrath of the wardens on yourself, monk, you know that you have no chance against us."
"Um... We'll see, general. If that's all, I'd like to return to my duties," the Archbishop stood up, bowed and left.484Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4YPpFGuh6o
