Chapter 782: Say Goodbye


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    Along the way, she witnessed her nsmening and going with bags on their backs, their sad faces disyed an obvious reluctance to leave their homes.


    Since their ranks had dropped down to third, they would be distributed to the much smaller houses of Stone Castle. It would be even worse for the people who were no longer be eligible to live in the castle. They were going to be moved to the campsite in the outer street. Even though it belonged to the Iron Sand City, it would be inconvenient whenpared to the central area.


    After all, the big ns Stone Castles controlled the limited pieces ofnd around thekes and oases.


    Lorgar etched their expressions in her mind and stored it in her heart.


    As the guard stationed outside her father’s bedroom saw Lorgaring, he couldn’t help but smile. "Princess, you... are healed!"


    "Yeah, as good as I was," Lorgar joked. "Is my father in his room?"


    "Lord Chief is always in there, however..." The guard hesitated. "He is not alone."


    She had an idea who they might be so she didn’t bother asking.


    That’s when she heard the sounds of an argumenting from behind the closed door.


    "I thought we settled this already. Your n would vacate the main castle within three days. So, why are you still here?" someone inquired loudly. "Are you defying the vow of the Three Gods?"


    "Mind your attitude, Kabucha!" a voice chastised. If she had correctly identified it, the voice belonged to her oldest brother Rohan. "Now that you’ve absorbed the ck River n, you should make them vacate, so we can move in. We can’t share a space with them while they are still mourning their loss, they still have white linens hanging on the walls."


    "You can send your men in to tear down the linen. Our Lord Chief wants results, not your excuses."


    "You—!"


    "Ha, since your n conceded during the holy duel, you shouldn’t bother trying to be arrogant. Your chief still hasn’t spoken and yet you dare to criticize us? Stay out of the way and be quiet."


    Others started to join in, "Exactly, ept the results or we can defeat you again!"


    "Cang—"


    Subsequently, the sound of swords being unsheathed rang out.


    Just as the guard outside the room drew his weapon to join the fight, Lorgar stopped him.


    "Leave it to me."


    "But..." The guard murmured as he attempted to argue. However, his next words were quelled by Lorgar’s peremptory gaze, he lowered his head as he replied, "I understand, My Princess."


    Lorgar pushed open the door and walked in, her face sullen.


    The warriors of the Wildwave n stood with their arms crossed, defiant, as they ignored the sharp des near their throats, betting that the Wildme n wouldn’t dare to swing them.


    The warriors had guessed right. Both, her brother and the guards, only dared to threaten harm, making the Wildme look weaker.


    Guelz Burnme was seated behind a square table and his eyes reflected the rooms unsettled mes. Momentarily, the room was silenced.


    "Stow your weapons."


    Lorgar’s voice broke the tension.


    Guelz smiled, "Finally, you’re awake."


    "Sister, you... are... no, I mean... this is great!" Rohan sputtered in disbelief as she approached them. At first, Lorgar wasn’t able to read her brother expression. She couldn’t tell if he was shocked or surprised.


    Lorgar suddenly realized that her father hadn’t told anyone about the Divine Lady of the North. Only her father and those who had cared for her knew, the rest still remained ignorant.


    Even her brother was surprised, not to mention the Wildwave warriors.


    "Lo-Lorgar? Weren’t you... badly wounded during the holy duel?"


    "It’s impossible! I saw clearly with my own eyes that her legs had been crushed and bloodied, as she was carried off the tform!"


    "What’s that I see... a wolf’s ears and tail?"


    "She’s a monster!"


    Lorgar, unmoved, walked over to the Wildwave warriors, who had clearly lost their cool as they continued to argue, "Anyway, Wildme yielded during the duel on the Burning Stage, which was witnessed by the Three Gods! You have to wait six months before your next challenge."


    This rule about participants who yield not being allowed to challenge the winner before six months had passed was a safeguard against nned surrender for the preservation of power and it was well known and epted throughout the Sand Nation.


    "We epted the results, just like we believe in the Three Gods." Lorgar gave the answer which relieved the tension in warriors chest, unfortunately, it wouldn’tst long. What she said next tensed the room up again, "So... who’s Kabucha?"


    "I am!" the head of the Wildwave warriors had no choice but to step forward. "Now that you have promised to respect the results, move out immediately. You are no longer the strongest n. Do you really still want to cling to this castle?"


    The reply was a right hook to the face.


    Kabucha was indeed a good fighter, even so, he wouldn’t be able to defeat a wolf w that had instantly emerged in front of him. He had been blown away, breaking the door, before hended outside in a crumpled heap.


    "You—" The other warriors red at her, and yet, none of them dared to charge at her.


    "Even though Wildme dropped to the third n, the dignity of the chief can’t be ignored, especially by someone standing in the middle of ournd. How dare you be so insolent?" Lorgar used. "Take that punch as a lesson and get out, all of you!"


    The moment Lorgar entered the room, the table had turned. Annexing ckwater had contributed to a great part of Wildwave’s force, so they hadn’t feared the holy duel or the possible private challenge, they were confident they would transcend Wildme. But, when Princess Lorgar of the Wildme n appeared before them, in the flesh, their confidence vacated them. They had to admit, even if Wildme had decided not to duel with them in six month, they still wouldn’t be able to afford losses to the giant Desert Wolf, who could sneak up and assault them, from time to time, in the future.


    Their day of reckoning woulde, for they challenged them in the first ce.


    For the Sand Nation People, revenge was as sacred as the holy duel.


    Wildwave warriors carried the bloody-faced Kabucha and left without a word.


    "Father, now that my sister has healed, can we move back to this Stone Castle in six months?" Rohan asked excitedly, his fists clenched. "Or perhaps you could negotiate with the chief of Wildwave and save us from the trouble of moving—since they wouldn’t stand a chance in winning the next duel, he should allow you the favor."


    "Yes, our Prince is right," the guards echoed in excitement.


    "Let me go and stop everyone who is packing."


    "Also, don’t forget to throw out the Wildwave nsmen who have been lingering in our castle."


    "Don’t forget to tell them to take their belongings with them."


    They prattled on delightedly.


    Guelz Burnme softly coughed and looked at his daughter, "What’d you have in mind?"


    That brought silence to the room. Everyone turned their eyes towards Lorgar and waited for her answer. Rohan was among them, slightly biting his lips, his eyes shadowed.


    Lorgar barely noticed. She took a deep breath and said clearly, "Father, I want to leave and I’m here to say goodbye."