Blood Elf Monarch

The last time the two siblings took a flight, they were transported to this unknown and peculiar world. Honestly, the experience still felt a little bit bizarre for both of them. 

Deep down, Tristan still could not believe that he had lost his human body, and that the fact the two of them were stranded in this world - unable to return to Earth. Even though there was nothing worth remembering back on Earth, the sentiment was still there. 

Realizing that he was lost in his thoughts, Tristan quickly shook his head and scanned the interior of the flying ship.

The flight they were currently on was definitely not a commercial flight. Tristan could not even spot a single window, which meant he had no idea where they were going at the moment.

The inside of the flying ship was spacious enough, half the size of a basketball court. Its appearance looked like a hangar, where its walls curved inwardly and connected on the ceiling, creating an egg-like shape.

It was pretty empty with only ten seats being placed on two sides of the wall. If Tristan was asked to pick one word to describe it, he would say: simplistic.

At the moment, the 12 members of the Kingsblade squad already sat and split evenly across the 20 seats in the ship. The siblings picked two seats located right next to each other and sat there.

When the ship began taking off, Tristan suddenly realized that his sister's hand, which has been trembling ever since, no longer trembled. It was obvious that Layla was still traumatized by the previous accident. Luckily, it seemed like she could handle her composure.

Naturally, as the epitome of an ideal brother, Tristan did not miss the chance to tease his precious sister.

"Wow~ Improvement, I see." commented Tristan in a playful tone. He continued his words with a smile. "No longer scared of flying, aren't you?" 

Tristan could feel Layla's hand was still shaking, albeit slightly. Even so, he was proud that his sister managed to administer her trauma in such a short time.

"Seriously Tris, with all the shits happening recently. There's no reason for me to be scared of flying anymore"

Recalling the experience they had gone through up until this point, Tristan silently nodded his head.

"That's true."

She lifted her head and locked gazes with her brother. "What will happen to us, Tris?"

Even though Tristan could see a smile on his sister's face, he knew that it was strained. Sighing inwardly, he could only say, "Don't worry. We'll be fine, ill make sure of it"

Layla lay her head on his shoulder, and a moment later she started to doze off. Tristan can't really felt it with his Elf body, but Layla is a normal human. The thing that just happened must have taken a toll on her. 

Tristan let Layla asleep on his shoulder for a few hours before he carefully lay her on the seat. He then approaches the Kingsblade captain, the middle age lady, and asked, "Captain Raika, how long would the trip take? And can you tell me what the king really wants with us?"

Unfortunately, the short haired middle-aged woman just kept her eyes shut and did not respond to his question. It was clear that the woman had no intention to answer him.

"Is it because you don't know or is it because it's classified?"

But the lady was still unresponsive. She was steady, like a stable mountain. 

Looking at her attitude, Tristan could not help but curse the woman harshly in his heart. 

Without further ado, Tristan shifted his attention to the other Kingsblade member. Then, he noticed something strange. 

The eleven figures who had fought fearlessly against the barbarians before, all had pale faces as they sat on their seats.

"Captain Raika, your men don't look so good."

When he still heard no response from the captain, Tristan was furious. It was unacceptable for him to see these people, who clearly were not in a good condition, being ignored by their superior. Tristan was about to lash out at her when he realized that Raika looked even worse compared to her men.

Tristan confused. He didn't know what had happened to these people. Heck, he even remembered they were fine before they boarded the ship.

Wait... before boarding the ship?

A word appeared in Tristan's mind, hesitation was apparent on his face, Tristan asked, "Captain, don't tell me you are…"

Another sound suddenly heard coming from the door located at the other end.

"Airsickness."

When Tristan looked over, he saw a dark skinned woman coming out of the said door. She was tall and had an exquisite kind of beauty on her. 

"These are their first flight after all"

"Airsickness really?" the thought dumbfounded him, knowing such great fighters have trouble with flying.

"Don't worry, they will be fine when we arrive, most of the other Arcadians do" continued the woman while keeping her gaze on Tristan. He could feel that the woman was looking at him curiously, especially his face.

Seeing the unexpected person, Tristan asked, "Who are you?"

"Name is Zoe. I am the co-pilot of the ship" Still staring at him curiously she continues "They said to pick up a fellow outlander. I didn't realize that the outlander would be an elf. You are special indeed."

Tristan was puzzled by what she said. Hence, he asked about it. Apparently, she never heard of an Elf outlander before. She then proceeded to tell Tristan how she was also an outlander that was stranded in this godforsaken land with her husband the pilot. 

Zoe took Tristan to the control cabin at the front, and introduce the said pilot name Wash. It was a blond man that, in Tristan's opinion, looked a little bit funny. The man was seen fully concentrating on steering the ship.

"Everything fine here Cap?" asked Zoe

"We'll manage" the pilot answered with sweat on his face.

Tristan was about to ask more about these outlander matters when the pilot said "We have arrived!, welcome to Prontea, the capital city of Arcadia"

Through the front window, Tristan could see the ship was approaching a magnificent city with a tall castle-like building built in its center.

Soon, the ship parked itself in the clearing at the back of the castle-like building, it wasn't a smooth landing but the pilot seems pretty satisfied with it.

When Tristan look at the backroom, The faces of the 12 Kingsblade began to recover their color with the ship finally touched the ground.

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Written by Avans, Published exclusively by W.e.b.n.o.v.e.l,