Tangled By Fate

Chapter 564: THE PERMISSION



Veronica waited for a reply from Elven King Erestor Culnámo. However, he didn't say anything. He seemed to be thinking of something.

"Your Majesty," she spoke.

King Erestor Culnámo looked at her and said, "Follow the path you must follow. However, you can always come here as this is your home."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

King Erestor Culnámo added, "There will be many circumstances that will make it unbearable for you. You must know that you can always step back. You have the right to choose the path that removes your hardship."

"...Thank you, Your Majesty."

Veronica found it extremely strange for the Elven King to speak out. He suddenly acted like a parent would to their children. Any child would expect their parents or guardian to support them emotionally - something Veronica never had when she was a child.

All the same, she had Arthur now who would support her in any situation. She had faith in him. She didn't need anyone else. Even so, it felt nice to be supported by someone other than her husband.

After she went back to the room, she packed her bag. As she was ready to leave, Felix came to her with a somber expression.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"There are soldiers in front of the house," he stated.

"What do you mean?" Veronica looked outside the window. She saw around ten soldiers. "Are they perhaps there to escort us to the portal?"

"No," Ironin said. He was at the top of the tree, watching Veronica going to the Royal Palace and then coming back. He saw Felix come inside. Then, he came in through the window. "More soldiers in the back of the house," he mentioned. "More are hiding behind the trees." After staying around elves for so long, he got accustomed to their ways.

"There shouldn't be that many soldiers to escort us to the portal, should there?" Felix commented. He didn't seem surprised. "I had a feeling it would be hard for us to get out of this place."

When Veronica wanted to stay behind for Felix, Arthur warned him that something like that could happen. They all were prepared for it. Unfortunately, Veronica wasn't.

"There must be some kind of explanation," she said. "This isn't the first time I've been here. I never had a problem leaving this place."

"That was before they found out that you were married to the Master of the Magic Tower.," Felix bitterly commented.

"What's wrong with marrying a magician?" Veronica couldn't get it. Long ago, she noticed that the elves didn't have a good relationship. Urulas and others were hostile toward Arthur and other magicians.

One time, she was curious and asked Urulas about it and she only heard ill comments about magicians. However, she knew more than anyone how magicians behaved. Whatever the history was behind magicians, one or two magicians' actions couldn't represent all the magicians. She didn't retort back at that time because she thought it wasn't her place to comment on one's prejudice. However, now, she wasn't so sure. She slightly regretted not trying to stand up for the magicians.

"I will talk to them and try to find out what they want to say," she declared. As she opened the door, the soldiers bowed to her. Their commander politely bowed and said, "We will guard you, Lady Veronica. You have nothing to worry about."

"Guard me from what? Do we have any enemies here?" Veronica asked. When she didn't get any reply, she said, "You don't have to bother to guard us. We are leaving."

"That cannot be done, Lady Veronica," the commander calmly stated. "His majesty the King has already ordered us to stand in guard. We cannot allow you to leave."

"Am I under house arrest right now?" Veronica was stunned. "This isn't my home! I have to go back home!"

"This is your home, Lady Veronica," the commander said.

Veronica's mouth was wide open. She couldn't believe their audacity. 'This won't work,' she thought. 'I need to change my tactics.'

She said, "I'm studying something very important. I need to go to the Holy Temple to get a scroll. I will come back afterward. If you don't have any faith in me, you can come with me."

"That is not possible, Lady Veronica," the commander replied. "We dare not mistrust you or judge you. You are our Great Dragon. We have absolute faith in you. However, we cannot disobey His Majesty's order."

Veronica nodded as though she understood. She shut the door on his face and entered the living room. "I can't believe this," she said. She was fuming.

"Can we not wait until they let their guard down?" Felix suggested.

"Never happening," Ironin curtly replied.

"How about we leave at night?" Felix said.

"The last people you should underestimate are the elves," Veronica said. "There must be something we can do."

"You can't," Felix commented. "They want you to stay here. We can leave." He pointed at him and Ironin.

"I should contact Arthur," Veronica said. She took out the communication device and then suddenly stopped.

"Why did you stop?" Felix inquired.

"We can't contact him," she said. "If we tell him, he will most likely bring the magicians. They are still recovering. They cannot win against the elves in the Elven Realm. A good number of innocent lives and resources will be eliminated just because of a person's greed. I cannot let that happen."

"You are the wisest," Felix commented. "But our wisest Elven King cannot make the wisest decisions. This is upsetting."

"He has his reasons," Ironin stated.

"Just whose side are you on?" Felix asked him. "We have to get out of here no matter what his reasons are. Veronica has a husband and loved ones waiting for her in the Human Realm."

"...Talking about loved ones..." Veronica muttered, "We can contact Ovior and ask for his idea." Using the communication device, she contacted Ovior.

Ovior answered the call. "Good to see you, Veronica. How may I help you?" He sounded refreshed. His tone was light and gentle. He seemed to be living in dreamland.

"Ovior, we are in trouble. The soldiers are surrounding us. We cannot leave the place!" Veronica told him.

Ovior frowned. "Are you ready to come back?" He didn't hear anything from Arthur since he was on holiday.

Veronica told him everything in detail and requested, "Now please give us some solution. We cannot skip their guarding eyes."

Ovior was in deep thought. He took his time to answer while others patiently waited, "King Erestor Culnámo is a smart king. He knows that you won't contact Arthur. You don't want bloodshed. That's why he didn't confiscate your communication device. This is completely useless that's what he thought." He smirked. "If you cannot use magic or walk out right in front of their eyes, there is only one solution."

Veronica thought she heard it wrong. "...Dig a hole... you mean you want us to dig a hole until

we reach the portal."

"Good luck doing that," Ovior said.

Veronica was astonished. "What do you want us to dig a hole with? Hands?!"

"We can get some shovels outside," Felix said. "Or maybe we can make some."

"Iron in the Elven Realm? I don't know if we can get any," Veronica wasn't so sure.

"We can't make them suspicious," Ironin said. Iron or not, if they brought some items that

could be used to create holes in the ground, they would be alerted. They were sharper than any

human in the world.

"Wooden forks and spoons will cork too," Felix put some of them on the table.

Veronica didn't know whether she should cry or laugh.

Magic Tower

Dorothy was checking out the wedding dress designs.

"Lady Dorothy, since you love flowers, we have made a few designs, especially for you. Please

check them," the designer said.

In the tower, the finest designer of Tybu came with her newest designs. She is the one who designed Veronica's wedding gown as well. Moreover, all royal gowns are designed by her. Dorothy looked through the designs and got confused. She looked at Ovior with a pitiful expression. "I don't know what to choose. They are all so pretty. I like them all!" Ovior was accompanying her. He knew that floral design was her weakness. He suggested, "We can order all of them. You try them on. The one you think is the most special, you can

wear it to our wedding."

Dorothy's eyes widened in surprise. "How can that be?! It will be very expensive! More than that, how can I have so many white gowns? It doesn't make sense."

The only reason she wanted a white gown was because of her wedding. With her colorful taste, she could never wear white gowns at other parties.

The designer's eyes were sparkling when she heard that she could sell all her designer clothes.

Just thinking about the money she would get by selling all the gowns, she realized that she would live a lavish life for the rest of her life without working at all.

She said, "I can change the colors of the other gowns. I will change them taking your taste

into consideration. You have nothing to worry about."

'I didn't know I was marrying the king,' Dorothy thought.