Transmigrated as My Support Mage Avatar Chapter 64: Ch:64 I Swore to Be Her Shield. Even If the King

Stella sniffled, wiping the last of her tears as she sat up slightly, trying to fix her priestess hat. Her cheeks were still red from crying, but she tried to smile.

"Ah... right," she said, chuckling nervously. "King Harvey said—" she cleared her throat with a soft cough—"he’s really, really angry, though... ahahah..."

Sarios’s eyes widened slightly. The blood drained from his face. "W-What?"

She gave him a light pat on the chest. "He said... and I quote... ’The mont that hero wakes up, I want him in front of within the hour, bandages or not!’"

Sarios’s soul nearly left his body.

He stared up at the ceiling in silence, a cold sweat starting to gather at his forehead. His bandaged hand trembled slightly. "I’m dead..." he muttered under his breath.

Worried Stella tilted her head. "Yeah— figure in was About our friend Princess."

Sarios shook his head. "Yes about Dila..."

His heart sank deeper as he closed his eyes. Images of that night—the veil, the masked man, Dila being taken, the crumbling ground, Fran crying, the guilt—flashed like a curse behind his eyelids.

"What... what do I even tell him?" he murmured, voice cracked with sha. "How do I explain I let her get taken right under my nose...? What if... What if the King—no, what if everyone blas ?"

Stella stayed quiet for a mont, then leaned closer, speaking softly but firmly.

"Then tell them everything. Tell them how hard you fought. How you stood up to a monster with nothing left. Tell them the truth."

Sarios clenched his jaw, his eyes still trembling with doubt. But her words planted a seed of resolve in his chest.

"...Even if it costs everything," he whispered, "I’ll get her back."

After Sarios and Stella has prepared everything before going to the king’s throne.

The grand doors of the throne room creaked open with a deep, echoing groan. Gold light from the stained glass windows poured through the vast space, casting warm but tense shadows across the marbled floor.

Stella entered first, her priestess robes gently swaying with every step. Her expression was composed but faintly nervous. Behind her, the wooden wheels of the old dical chair squeaked slightly as she pushed Sarios forward.

Sarios sat quietly in the chair, leaning heavily to one side. His body was wrapped in fresh bandages—across his arms, torso, even his forehead. His right hand, still swollen, rested limply on his lap. The air in the throne room turned still.

King Harvey, who had stood when he heard the door open, froze mid-step. He had expected his knight to arrive injured, yes—but not this battered.

Sweat rolled down the side of the King’s face. He gripped the edge of his gold-lined armrest and finally muttered in a stunned voice,

"...Co in."

Stella gave a nod, pushing the wheelchair further forward. The long carpet muffled the wheels as they moved toward the center of the throne.

Sarios, however, kept his gaze low. He didn’t et the King’s eyes.

Harvey’s voice lowered, trying to remain strong, yet cracked with disbelief. "Sarios... what happened to you? What in the gods’ na, why are you that injured So that’s why your out cold for too long...?"

Sarios stayed silent.

The King’s tone stiffened, uncertain whether to shout or show concern. "You vanished for an hours no contacts. After you co to this castle your heavily battered in last few days ago. Then you show up like this?! Covered in wounds—what happened? And What happened to the Princess?!"

At that mont, the throne room felt like it shrank into silence.

Sarios clenched his fist—his uninjured one—and finally looked up.

"...I failed you, Your Majesty."

His voice wasn’t loud, but it was sharp with guilt. "I failed to protect Princess Dila. She’s... been taken."

King Harvey’s expression shifted—his jaw tightened, but his eyes... flickered with sothing more complex than anger.

Stella held her breath behind Sarios, waiting for the storm to begin.

Sarios said a bit quietly with worried face and look away." It was the masked man elf attack it was brutal i didn’t Stand a chance I’m sorry." He look guilty. "Plus there’s no doubt that his been spying inside at this castle all along eyeing for Princess Dila!"

King Harvey’s brows lowered as his fingers slowly curled into a firm grip on the throne’s armrest. The room dropped into a tense silence. His eyes, once calm and kingly, now shimred with a dangerous fire.

"...A masked elf?" His voice was controlled, but filled with quiet rage. "An assassin, from Eldor, inside my castle all this ti?"

Sarios couldn’t lift his eyes. "Y-Yes, Your Majesty. I didn’t realize it either until it was too late. He now knew things how easily infiltrate. Then when we are fighting, He used a veil spell to trap us... and overpowered with just a fraction of his strength."

He coughed lightly, the bruises tightening around his ribs. "He said... he was under orders. Directly from the King of Eldor. To retrieve Dila."

Harvey slowly stood from his throne. His cloak billowed gently behind him as his heavy boots echoed on the marble floor. He walked down the steps in front of the throne—each step louder than the last.

"And you’re telling ..." he said slowly, dangerously, "that King Albedo—the man who caused your misery just to forcefully retrieve her—is making his move... and took his daughter?"

Sarios’s head snapped. "Yes a bad experience."

But Harvey just said. "that’s about it, but atleast never ever hurt my knight hero."

Then, the King looked to the stained glass, where the rising sun of Exonory bathed the floor in light.

Then King Harvey’s voice echoed with a grim finality. "It’s over you don’t have any obligation to protect her now she’s in good hand."

Sarios response softly " No! " he cried

King Harvey a bit confused."What do you expect to do?" he said again, slower this ti. "March into Eldor... and steal back a daughter from her own father? What kind of ssage would that send?"

Sarios froze.

The king turned away, his cape fluttering with his movent. His shoulders, broad and regal, now slumped with the weight of decisions no man wanted to make.

"She’s ho now, isn’t she?" Harvey said, almost bitterly. "In the kingdom of Eldor... the place of her birth. That assassin—masked or not—completed his task. And King Albedo..." his voice dipped, low and distant, "...will now finally rest his grieving soul."

Sarios clenched his fist harder over his chest. His knuckles turned pale. "So you’re just giving up...? Leaving her there?" His voice cracked. "Dila didn’t go with them by choice. She sacrificed herself so we wouldn’t die."

Harvey didn’t respond right away. His back still turned.

"She looked happy here even for a mont because atleast she’s free to do what ever she wanted..." Sarios continued, eyes trembling. "She made friends. She smiled. She had peace. And you’re telling that just because it’s her birth kingdom—we leave her there? With him?"

The silence deepened.

Finally, Harvey exhaled.

"You don’t understand," he said, eyes still facing the morning sun. "I have to weigh peace over love, Sarios. If I make one wrong move, it won’t be Dila’s rescue... it will be the beginning of era that so call continent-wide war."

Sarios bit his lip, his voice trembling. "Then what are we supposed to do?"

King Harvey turned slightly, his eyes shadowed beneath his crown. His face was no longer the warm king of Exonory—it was the hardened face of a ruler caught between duty and heart.

"We do nothing," he said. "Or just we wait."

Then he walked past Sarios, each step sounding heavier than the last.

"Because peace..." he added darkly, "doesn’t last forever."

Sarios’s voice trembled as he pressed his palm to his chest.

"I know peace doesn’t last forever... but you have no idea how deeply we bonded with her. How much she started to smile again... laugh again... live again."

He looked up.

"She was more than just the Princess of Eldor or to us."

His gaze drifted, flickering with mories—Dila sitting beneath the Exonory oak tree, scribbling alchemy notes. Her faint chuckle when Stella called her "tiny storm." The way she’d stare quietly at the stars, whispering her dreams when she thought no one was listening.

Stella placed her hand gently on Sarios’ shoulder.

"Sarios... please. I know it was good while it lasted. I have warm mories too. But calm down. You’re shaking."

Then King Harvey stepped forward—his boots echoing heavily in the chamber.

His voice thundered:

"How dare you."

Sarios tensed.

"You’re a hero of this kingdom. You protect people. You don’t get to trade peace—national peace—for your own selfish attachnt."

He pointed. "You were supposed to protect all of us, not one girl."

Sarios’s face darkened.

"So I’m disposable then," he whispered.

The king said nothing. He rely turned his back, staring out the stained-glass windows. Silent.

Sarios tightened his jaw. The quiet was louder than any insult.

"Fine," he muttered.

He turned the wooden wheel with his only good hand, pushing himself toward the exit. The wheel creaked over marble with a slow, dragging echo.

"Sarios," the king called.

But Sarios didn’t stop.

"I said—Sarios, get back here!"

The doors opened with a heavy groan. Sarios kept going.

Stella bowed deeply at the threshold.

"My lord... forgive him. He’s... he’s just a little moody today."

King Harvey clenched his fist at her words, but then—he exhaled.

Long.

Weary.

The weight of his crown never felt heavier than it did in that mont.

He said nothing more.