Felor saw the heaviest snowfall of the year when winter arrived. The chilly air was filled with pale white dots and everyone had rather stayed ho around the fireplace. There was barely anyone out on the streets for the first ti in a while.
While everyone pulled their coats closer for warmth, Locke bustled around the snow-covered garden in all topless glory, adamant about sticking to his daily training regi. A knights cultivation approach was repetitive and boring when compared to the casters, one could say that it was excruciating even. There was no doubt that the ergency of every powerful being was the fruit of their blood, sweat and tears. His body was steaming from the vigorous exercise, manly pheromones filling the air. Locke reached out for the shirt and towel brought over by a blushing maid, finally calling it a day.
Darling, would you like to go on a trip to the south? Angelina asked affectionately once she spotted Locke entering the main hall.
Locke had been away at Glace and Suzzanes quarters last night. Angelina, on the other hand, occupied the laboratory all night long, much to her delight. There was an interesting phenonon in the prince consorts mansion. Glace would bring Kristin to ditate or run so experints whenever Locke stayed with Angelina and when Locke would stay with Glace, Angelina would have the laboratory all to herself. It was an unspoken arrangent that worked for his won despite the inevitable jealousy. Even so, everyone had to admit that Angelina had the best position since she was Lockes official wife.
The wons recent diligence was spurred by a singular source; Locke had finally found the answer to his fertility problem. Their largest obstacle was the gap in capabilities since quasi-Ritters were built differently from regular human beings. Their bodies possessed the strength and resistance akin to a high-rank major monster, which ant that these knights were basically walking humanoid beasts. The major key to successful childbearing with knights of this level required so luck, apart from the consistent nightly efforts no doubt. The chances were low with regular won, and it was almost impossible between casters and knights.
Due to the nature of their cultivation, casters had evolved differently from knights. As they focused on honing their ntal abilities, the mana that flooded into their systems would inevitably redesign their bodies to permit a larger capacity of mana.
Lockes estimated success rate with regular won was around 20% so his probability with a caster was not even close to 0.5%. This was simple math that a knight could comprehend, hed been following the Sanctum casters around for years, after all. It appeared that Suzzane was the most likely woman to bear his offspring, all things considered. Kristin was a potential candidate too but Locke dared not even entertain the thought with Glace and Angelina around.
Hed looked into the royal family tree and asked around among the knightly clans, finally arriving at a slightly reliable solution; he should consider procreating with a woman of equal power. This was difficult, though. Locke was currently a quasi-Ritter and there were barely any female knights of the sa calibre. Apart from Angelina, who reserved a shot at catching up in due ti, the other won were far too behind. Plus, he wasnt sure if the sa concept would work between casters and knights. Even so, He reckoned that having a direction was still better than nothing.
The south? Where exactly? asked Locke.
Angelina replied, The Ligia Union. My brother has coincidentally entrusted a task to you. There was a cunning glint in her eyes. The favour was a front for her selfish intentions. There was no way Locke could bring Glace and the other won along on an official trip with the princess.
Locke considered the offer. His progress had been stagnant and his bottleneck situation had yet to be solved. Perhaps a change of environnt would do him so good; he might even find a surprise among the new things he was bound to see. Sure.
Angelina rejoiced in her mind. She would have Locke all to herself again for two months! The only regrettable aspect was that the envoy to the Ligia Union would leave before New Year; it appeared that he wouldnt be ho to celebrate new beginnings with his family.
Soon enough, a large group of a hundred mbers began their march to southern Faustian. The temperature turned warr as they went further southbound. The snow had begun to lt in Dor province, leaving behind only a sheet of thin white on the ground. Despite that, the horses hooves still needed to be wrapped in sackcloth to prevent slippage.
The border that separated Dor from the southern kingdoms was guarded by Lockes humble beginnings, the Falcon corps. Soldiers and commanders of the third division were quick to welco the envoy warmly, allowing them a comfortable place to spend the night. Theyd even sent a few cavalry squads with them through the borders for added protection.
The southern kingdoms were heavily influenced by two major forces: the Ligia Union and the Kingdom of Jose in the west. The Ligia Union spanned dozens of dominions of various sizes. The smaller territories were inevitably swayed by the superior influences while the larger dominions would nominate the most powerful among themselves to lead them forward. All in all, it was a ssy group with an equally complicated system. Internal fights were never-ending and there were always new conflicts on the rise. Yet, the mbers were incredibly united in the face of outside threats.
Locke and Angelinas first destination would be the most powerful territory within the Ligia Union, the Kent domain.
By the way, wheres your stepmother? I havent seen her in a while. Locke drew a long yawn. The scenery had been rather interesting while it was new, it soon beca dull when all there was were unchanging foliages. It couldnt be helped since the Ligia Union was surrounded by dense forests, most of its plains were further south and the Kent domain was located in the central north. All Locke could see were pine trees with a veil of snow.
Well, lets just say that shes rotting away in the palace, said Angelina with mirth. She had never had fond thoughts of Queen Consort Kent whod tried to harm her.
Upon his rise to the throne, Kenzir had initially proposed to sacrifice Kent to offer their late father a companion in death. However, her lilight years were spent increasing the royal familys influence and she had the loyal support of her brother, Margrave Kent. With that, the court had decided to lock her away from the outside world. Given the new kings aggressive approach to leadership, this was likely the best outco for her.
The world beyond the palace walls was ssy and Locke wasnt too keen on learning more. Angelina was well aware of his distaste regarding the topic so she swiftly changed the topic. I heard that Lake Luna in the Ligia Union has great scenery. Shall we drop by on our way out?
Lake Luna was most famous for its native low-rank magic material, which was widely known as moonstone. The lake was one of the most famous attractions in the union.
Margrave Kent welcod the Faustian envoy with open arms as soon as they stepped into the capital city of the Kent domain, Freley City. The older man had a slim stature, spotting a brown patch of hair beneath his hooked nose. Hed brought his guards of honours to greet their guests, dressed in an aristocrat outfit that looked far too loose on him. He led both Angelina and Locke into his castle enthusiastically.
Locke gulped. He couldnt believe that a beautiful woman like Queen Consort Kent was related to a man as plain-looking as Margrave Kent. The siblings shared so resemblance, but only in the personality departnt; both Queen Consort Kent and Margrave Kent were gloomy and very calculative people.
Regardless of Margrave Kents intentions, the older man needed to be respectful and accommodating. The couple standing before him was none other than mbers of the Faustian royal family, after all. He settled Locke and Angelina down in the castle, promptly assigning servants and guides to ensure them a pleasant stay in the Ligia Union.
I have a feeling that Margrave Kent is after sothing. Locke raised a brow once they were given the privacy of their room.
Who cares. All we need to do is pass him the decree and my brother will handle the rest. She plopped down onto the soft plush bed, rolling around without an ounce of care. I have to say that the Ligian aristocrats sure do know how to enjoy life. Ive never slept on a bed this soft despite living in a palace, Angelina said with a pout.
Locke pressed a palm into the mattress and gaped at the texture. Wow. Maybe this is attributed to their special weaving technique? Should we buy so on our way out?
Angellina sunk further into the duvet. Hmm Maybe? She winked at Locke. That was all it took to have his self-restraint out of the window.
The official visit ended two days later despite Margrave Kents generous invitation to prolong their stay. Locke and Angelina had to bid him farewell; they still needed to visit the central territories next. Adamant to offer the best hospitality, Margrave Kent had so kindly dispatched a platoon of heavy cavalry to escort their envoy to the next destination.
So this is the famous Ligian armoured cavalry, muttered Locke as he studied the n around their carriage. Their full-body armour looked sturdy and each of them was equipped with a broadsword. Their equipnt was heavy and only moveable by Ligias native horse species, which had a lower centre of gravity than regular horses.
The overall competence of the armoured cavalry could certainly crush a vast majority of troops, especially on the plains. The Ligia Union had managed to persist for centuries as a scattered collective system for a good reason, after all. That was all there was to it, though. The union only had enough for self-defence so they couldnt expand their influence further. The sovereigns were busy fighting among themselves, which was already a huge challenge itself for their leader.
I heard that the light cavalry of Jose is as strong as the Ligian armoured cavalry, comnted Angelina out of the blue.
He pondered about their route ho. Can we head to Jose on our way back?
Of course, replied Angelina with smiling eyes. She was happy as long as she had Locke.
Admittedly, Locke was slightly excited about visiting Lake Luna since it was said to be breathtaking. In reality, it couldnt be even more underwhelming, most likely due to the season. The spot was best visited during the sumr and autumn; Lake Luna in the winter was nothing but an uninteresting span of icy white.
They watched several people cross the frozen lake, gingerly shaving away the frozen layers with the tip of their skates to reach the moonstone beneath. These were veterans and while the harvesting looked dangerous, it was actually far from risky. They worked eagerly since a dozen moonstones would promise them a comfortable six months.
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