Chronicles of Legends

Volume 6 Chapter 6 - Speech

[NA/N: I spent way too long on Gary's speech, hope you guys like it!]

|Gary|

The soft rays of sunlight filtered through the ethereal curtains, gently rousing me from my slumber. A dull ache pulsated in my head, prompting me to cradle it with my hand. Turning my gaze, I discovered Kathyln peacefully asleep beside me.

I playfully nudged her cheek to rouse her from her slumber, causing her eyes to flutter open.

"Did you really have to wake me up so early?" she groaned, stretching her arms and eliciting a lighthearted giggle from me. It was a stark contrast to her public persona, revealing the true person she was in my presence.

"Indeed," I replied, "We have the Paladins' announcement ceremony this morning, followed by the grand celebration with nobles tonight to honor Lancelot and Rachel for their heroic actions in dismantling the fleet that threatened Etistin. So, let's get ready promptly."

"And here I thought you would relish the sight of me like this," she grumbled with a playful pout before slipping off the bed and making her way to the bathroom.

Adorned in bulky armor that served no practical purpose in battle but exuded an aura of grandeur, Kathyln and I made our way down the spiral staircase towards the teleportation room. Though I possessed the ability to teleport us there effortlessly using spatium, opting for the room ensured a seamless transition without any potential complications.

The resounding clank of my metal greaves against the stone pathway reverberated through the narrow corridor, alerting the stationed guards of our approach. As we reached the familiar iron doors, the augmenter and conjurer guards greeted us with a deep, respectful bow, swiftly unlocking the imposing entrance to the circular room.

"Commander, Princess, everyone is waiting inside," the augmenter announced as he slid open the metallic door, unveiling the central figures of this war.

A captivating scene unfolded before us. Bairon Wykes, Mica Earthborn, Alea Triscan, Varay Aurae, and Aya Grephin, the five remaining Lances, stood proudly adorned in elaborately decorated white armor, mirroring the ostentatiousness of my own attire.

The other five Paladins—Lancelot, Rachel, Tessia, Arthur, and Alistair—donned gleaming silver armor, a touch more subdued yet still brimming with elegance.

Sylvie stood at Arthur's side, her human form captivating Tessia's attention, as the young Paladin lavished the cute dragon with adoration.

"Go ahead," I encouraged Kathyln, noticing her intense gaze fixed on Sylvie. I knew she was eager to greet the adorable dragon.

Virion, positioned closest to the teleportation gate, had shed his black mourning robe in favor of a resplendent olive tunic that cascaded gracefully past his knees, accompanied by silken white trousers. The noble garment boasted intricate aureate trimming, perfectly matching the golden sash elegantly encircling his waist. A bronze circlet adorned his brow, accentuating his features, while his flowing white hair cascaded freely over his shoulders.

Standing beside the elder were his son and Tess's father, Alduin Eralith, and his wife, Merial. Alduin donned a silver tunic, crafted with similar adornments and exquisite design as his father's attire. Merial, complementing her husband, wore a striking silver dress, its elegance carefully chosen to harmonize with her partner's ensemble.

Blaine, noticeably aged since our last encounter, sported more streaks of grey within his fiery maroon hair. Clad in a silken black tunic beneath imposing gunmetal pauldrons that enveloped his shoulders and collar, he emanated an intimidating aura. His wife, Priscilla, opted for a fluttery black dress adorned with delicate engravings of silver flowers. Her ebony locks were elegantly gathered, revealing a neck that appeared pure white against her dark attire.