"Oh! Lord, you are here. What can I get for you today?" The male fairy asked. He fluttered there with his small apron saying up and down.
"Give me two sets for the both of us of whatever you got an abundance of. Whatever you make is always so good it's to die for." Blake loved this fairy's cooking. His name is Yandal, and he was one of the refugees that came when the orc army was on the move. He took up cooking after having some of the food from the city and became interested in it himself. Surprisingly he was quite good at it and knew how to make meat skewers very well. Blake came here any time he was in the city.
"Right'O. They will be a bit. I have a few customers before you." Yandal was never one to show favoritism. No matter who it was, he would always stick to his first come, first serve policy.
"No problem. Your food is worth the wait." Blake rubbed his hands as he smiled. He couldn't wait to sink his teeth into those meat skewers.
King Frondor watched the interaction between the citizen and the ruler and realized that they did not treat him very differently. While yes, he would be given some things here and there, that was just the citizens showing their respect towards the man who watches over them. But they never treated him too differently. "You are loved by your people."
"I don't know if I am loved, but I do know that they rely on me. And I do what I can to keep their peaceful lives intact. In return, they will answer my call to arms. They also do not blame me for the deaths of their loved ones. In truth, I am grateful that they do not see me as a tyrant." Blake knew his people respected him, but he was still worried that they would one day see him as a tyrant due to the loss of so many lives during the war.
"Lord, you can't go saying that we see you as a tyrant." An old man walked over and smacked Blake on the back of the head. "Lord, you have fought on the battlefield with those who died, never staying hidden in your castle. You fight for us and try to protect us to the best of your abilities. Wars come, and wars go. Lives will be lost. Although sad, we will never think you are the cause. During the last war, we all were united and wanted to fight. Even this old man was standing on the front lines. You rushed in and slayed the demonic general in his dragon form to end the war. But the thing you did best was that you allowed us to fight. You allowed us to understand how this world truly is."
"Yes! Old Tom is correct. Lord, you can not look down on us. We will never think you are a tyrant. We would not erect a statue of you in the city if we ever thought of you as a tyrant." An old woman came over and, just like Old Tom, smacked Blake in the back of the head. They were trying to knock some sense into him.
Blake rubbed his nose but then scratched his head. "Statue?"
"You haven't seen it? It's in the city center…. But now that I think about it, you haven't gotten to the city to look around in a while. Your daughters come all the time and hug the statue's legs. This has become a new trend amongst the children. They line up now to take turns hugging your leg." The old woman answered.
Blake really did not know what to make out of the whole leg hugging thing. He turned his head and looked towards the city center, but it was hard to see with so many buildings in the way. "I didn't even notice it. I will visit it later today."
Within a fortified city, a young woman sat in her chair behind her desk, feeling a little empty inside. "He lived…."
It had taken her and her army almost a week to travel to the destination, only to have to turn back around and travel another week to return. The morale of her people had hit rock bottom. This was because, in the face of absolute power, there was no way to fight back. "He lived, and even became a demi human…. He is no longer a human… He even took my Tobie away from me…."
Grace clenched her fists. While Tobie was a demi human, Grace had to admit she cared a lot about her cat girl lover. But she was the exception. Grace hated those who took everything from humans. She wanted to control the demi humans and have them work for the benefit of mankind. But now…. She had a roadblock. "Blake Harrison. Why couldn't you have stayed dead? Why did you have to look so handsome as a demi human? Why must you aggravate my heart that had grown so cold?"
Grace let out a sigh. She had to send a message. She hated the idea of contacting those people at Destiny City, but she had to send a message and see if her Tobie was okay and if Tobie wished to come home….
Sitting in a large cafeteria made for the refugees who had been rescued from benign slaves. A young cat girl sat at the corner of the room at a table by herself. The spoon in her hand unmoving as she looked at the bowl of freshly cooked soup that had large chunks of meat and vegetables in it. But unlike the other beast kin and demi humans she was not happy at all. Her face showed a sad expression. She missed her mistress. She was highly devoted to her mistress. This was somewhat due to her mistress treating her so well and the kind of relationship they had, but mostly because she loved her mistress even if she was hit once and a while.
"Mistress Grace, do you miss Tobie?" Tobie asked the wind softly. She knew she would never get an answer, but she still wanted to go back. She wanted to go back to her mistress…
