FVN Chapter 179
Chapter 179
Chapter 179: 179Alvera stayed quiet, her eyes locked on him like a hawk.
Kael continued, "And the troops? They weren’t locals. Most wore Night Star’s colors, but their accents were wrong. They are transporting heavy machinery."
"Did you take anything?"
Hearing this Kael smiled.
Silence stretched between them for a moment.
Then Alvera asked, voice low, "And how much of that did you take with you?"
Kael smirked. "Enough to confirm I wasn’t dreaming."
She frowned slightly, then sat straighter. "So you were spotted."
"Only at the end. I was listening to their conversation while hiding in the vent.I made sure to mask my presence...Alas!I found out."Kael clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"They fired without warning. I had to ditch the cloak. Took many bullets here and there"
He tapped his side gently. "Not a bad aim."
Alvera didn’t respond immediately. She watched him, measured him, then finally said
"You realize what you’ve stumbled into, don’t you?"
Kael’s eyes sharpened. "Something bigger than a hidden port. Something even you are afraid to touch directly."
Her mouth curled just slightly. "Afraid? No."
"We are just cautious.We, the Ice Elves, don’t tread into wars, we didn’t light ourselves. Especially when there’s too much smoke and not enough flame."
"And yet you asked me to look into it," Kael pointed out.
"You’re not us. That’s your strength—and your weakness."
Kael chuckled. "So this is where we trade, isn’t it? You want more. I want to know what this prophecy actually means."
Alvera’s gaze cooled. "That depends. How much more are you willing to give?"
Kael leaned back in his chair, eyes glinting.
The frost of the chamber did little to cool the heated air between them.
Alvera sat straight on her silver-wrought seat, eyes narrowed, fingers intertwined in a poised yet stern manner. Kael, seated across from her on a fur-covered bench, leaned back casually, but his eyes were sharp—calculated. The slight bruising on his cheek and the barely healed gash near his ribs still pulsed under his tunic.
Alvera’s voice sharpened.
"How many strong fighters?"
"Hard to say. I encountered at least two dozen knights, and more eyes in the shadows. Enough to assume they’re guarding a secret, not a port."
"Who led them?"
Kael’s eyes darkened.
"Didn’t catch a name. But there was a mage—combat trained, swift. She used compressed fire spells, and something like a tether chain made from reinforced mana. Gave me a tough time. If Iris hadn’t appeared at the end, I wouldn’t be breathing right now."
He touched his ribs briefly with a wince.
Alvera watched him closely, silent for a beat. Then she folded her hands.
"And how much was being shipped? What quantity, and at what rate?"
Kael’s lips tightened ever so slightly. He looked away just for a second before responding.
"Enough to matter. But again, I was dodging blades, not counting crates."
Her gaze pierced him,
"What is this thing that has immense power? Something that can change the status quo to change the power balance.Allow you to destroy the nation and give you extreme power."
The more Alvera spoke the more Kael’s expression worsened.He wondered if she was joking with him by speaking all that useless shit.
"What did you mean by that?"Kael asked with a frown as his piercing gaze bore down on Alvera who stood firm and replied.
"I meant what I said."
Kael not knowing what this answer is.
"From the question, I am sure about one thing."
Alvera raised her brows and asked,"Now what’s that?"
"That you don’t know shit.."
CRACK!
Something crack but it wasn’t an object.