The Story of the Wind Wanderer
Additional Soldiers Asmodeus #152

One day had passed, Zephyra Palace was heavily guarded by countless warriors and knights. Not only that, the sorcerers of almost all grade levels were also taken down and assigned to guard. In addition to guarding the palace fortress that stood firm and magnificent, they were also assigned to guard the royal fort or the capital. More than a dozen to tens of thousands of personnel were deployed, not only from the Kingdom of Zephyra alone, but there were also tens of thousands of soldiers from the Kingdom of Victoria and the Kingdom of Lagarde who were also presented.

The atmosphere of the capital city was very crowded and tense. Living under fear, anxiety, and anxiety. Polemics between and various waves of society ensued, creating many assumptions and speculations that are still uncertain. The news of the fall of the Pearl Territory as the final frontier of the South of the Zephyra has been widespread, and is no longer a secret or news among the higher-ups.

Just this morning, Queen Caitlyn was in her room, with two healers who were experts in healing magic. Not only the two healers, in the room there are also Princes Welt and Kenan standing by the window. King Aiden lay weakly on the bed in a very bad condition. It seems that not only his left hand and foot, the king also almost lost his left body completely due to some internal injuries that cannot be seen with the naked eye. The blood that had previously come out had been cleansed, and the clothes that the king had worn had also been replaced.

"The deep wounds he suffered were quite severe, Your Majesty. But it's still treatable, and he can't move too much." One of the female healers spoke to Queen Caitlyn who was sitting right on the edge of the bed, next to her weakly lying man with both eyes closed.

A black-haired male physician appeared to have just finished treatment with magic on the king's left leg, before reporting his condition to Queen Caitlyn saying, "I've stopped some of the bleeding that's happening, it's just that these overly exposed wounds can't be cured instantly and take time."

Queen Caitlyn looked chaotic, visible from the expression of her face that was still in shock to accept what was going on right now. But the beautiful woman still smiled even though she looked pretty hooked and said, "thank you, you can come out" to the two healers who had helped her, and slightly treated some of the severe injuries sustained by King Aiden.

The two healers lowered their heads as a sign of respect, before they both walked out of the room. Shortly after the two healers were finished, Prince Welt stepped a little closer to his mother and said, "we have representatives from Victoria and Lagarde's side, want me to meet them first?"

Queen Caitlyn, who seemed unable to get her attention off the man who could only lie down, nodded and replied, "please, yes, Welt." His gaze looked teary, described a deep sadness, and seemed fixed looking at the face of the husband who still closed his eyes.

Prince Welt lowered his gaze for a moment near the lying King Aiden, before he finally moved out of the room. The steps were followed by Kenan.

"Kenan, wait ...!" queen Caitlyn called the knight who brought the king home alive.

Kenan's second foot stopped at the doorway of the large room, turned around and asked, "what's the matter, Your Majesty ...?" with gentle intonation.

"Did Franz also survive the Battle of Pearls?" queen Caitlyn asked, remembering one of the soldiers who usually acts as a news anchor.

Kenan's gaze tended downwards, he shook his head and said, "i don't know, Your Majesty. The situation there was so chaotic, those who survived and could still run to each other scattered leaving them injured."

"I've been separated from him ever since the battle broke out," continued Kenan, harboring enough sadness behind his cold and flat expression.

Queen Caitlyn lowered her gaze down and said, "sorry."

"It's okay, Your Honor. It's the consequences that must be faced" said Kenan, smiling thinly even though it seemed bitter.

Queen Caitlyn then stood up from the bed, stepped closer to Kenan with a deep look, and said, "I actually want to give an important task to both of you, but ...."

"Tell me his duty, Your Majesty. I am ready to do it with or without a partner!" sahut Kenan, slightly interjected and cut off the talk of the queen who seemed hesitant.

"You have worked hard at the Battle of Pearls and brought the king back safely, so it is better to go to the medical side and take some time to rest" the queen replied, he seemed sympathetic to one of his knights.

Kenan suddenly half-kneeled right before the queen, and with his head bowed he spoke, "I am ready to accept whatever duty and command you give me, Your Majesty."

"I have promised myself since the academy to become a knight and serve this country" Kenan continued, asserting that he was able to accept any important order or task.

"Alright, if that's what you want," said queen Caitlyn, looking softly at the black-haired man with the knight's armour that bends its knees before him.

Astaroth walked along the ravaged shore of the bay and pier, and looked out toward the ocean to the West. A beautiful natural landscape with a sky in the West that looks very bright this morning, but the bright scenery does not apply in the region where he set both feet at this time. Astaroth's two blue irises slowly lifted, looking and watching the dark clouds that always followed him and his army wherever he went.

Not only that, when Astaroth looked at the conditions of the surrounding environment. Appearing plants as well as various other vegetation that were reluctant to get close to him, they all died or froze every time passed by Astaroth.

"The squad is ready to take the next order, Your Majesty. Moreover we seem to be getting additional help from His Majesty King Asmodeus." Baltazhar suddenly appeared as usual, and stood next to Astaroth who looked calm looking at the ocean.

"What kind of help?" astaroth asked, without turning his head or even glancing at the slightest black-robed figure standing next to him.

"Soldiers from hell consisting of demons, fauns, satyrs, minotaurs, to werewolves. They were brought in by Asmodeus just before sunrise in order to adapt to the environment in this world." Baltazhar spoke, and mentioned several factions of soldiers brought in by the esteemed figure of Asmodeus.

"How many are they?" ask Astaroth back.

"Twice as many as our army, Your Majesty. It seems that His Majesty Asmodeus is not playing games and wants to win this war immediately" Baltazhar replied.

After hearing all the explanations and answers from Baltazhar. Astaroth then turned his head and looked at the cloaked figure as he said, "find me with the troops ...!"

...

Standing on a hill, Astaroth could see the troop of standing troops filling the hillsides as well as other hills. They are very numerous like ant colonies, and consist of a wide variety of forms.

Devils, they have various forms, but their bodies are almost entirely black, having a pair of horns on the head, nails and sharp claws, and the ugly look of the alias has a very terrible appearance. Their numbers are currently very large, and armed by a variety of large-sized weapons, as well as shelter behind thick black armor.

Faun, they have a unique and strange form. Their body size wasn't too big, even when compared to the demon army obviously they lost. Their physical characteristics are male human bodies, but have both goat legs and nails. At the head there is a pair of horns like goat horns, and sharp.

Their satyrs, forms and physical features are more or less the same as the Faun. They were half-goat humans, but with both eyes were blood red and had an extremely large number.

Minotaur, a human-shaped but half bull with a very stocky body, and armed by several large sharp axes. The more terrible, because their number is enough to flatten one village.

The last one is the Wolf Man, they have a form that is no less stout and dashing like a minotaur in the side row. Although not armed by anything, but they can rely on sharp fangs and claws owned. Not only that, their movements were also very agile like a starving wolf.

"20,000 more, Your Majesty, and that is not total with our current army. Hows it? His Majesty Asmodeus isn't kidding, is he?" Baltazhar reappeared right next to Astaroth, and then spoke as the black-haired man silently looked at the sheer number of his troops which could be said to be fantastic if it was plucked.

BOULEV ...!!!

Simultaneously, the overwhelming number of troops knelt down to create a loud rumbling sound, even the ground felt trembling as the strange creatures knelt down simultaneously. They seemed to bow their heads, paying their respects to the figure of Astaroth who was standing quietly on a hilltop in front of them.

"It's gonna be a lot of fun, isn't it? We will immediately attack and conquer Zephyra, before then propagating to other regions and continents!" astaroth said to Baltazhar, and looked haughty grinning before finally laughing cynically by himself with his still cold demeanor.

Astaroth then turned his head, looked at Baltazhar and gave the order, "fly, Baltazhar, use your power to envelop Zephyra with darkness ...!"