Chương 42: Footsteps towards oblivion

In a modest town called Levia, ten miles south of Ars Luma, the capital of Arcadia. A large host of knights currently rested in the town, filling all hotels and bars.

The man leading this army was none other than the king himself. 

He wanted to avenge his son's death and sought the aid of the church and surrounding nobles, even using favours that the Arcadium family had held for generations over other kingdoms and lords in Arcadia.

King Zephyr allowed his son Lucas to rule over Arcadia in his absence, while Galahad, his trusted knight, would support his son.

"Oi King, where are the ale and women?" The loathsome knight asked in Mordred's husky voice. That sounded like a rock dragging across the floor.

"Why would I prepare you for those things? You have money. Spend it how you wish."