21st Century Archmage

Chapter 88: Evening Banquet of Outcasts

Translator: Lei

Proofreader: Imagine

“Not over there, you stupid fool!”

Cl-clunk, cl-clunk.

‘Its totally a construction site.

There were no more refugees staying at the covert—instead, the hangars and various buildings were filled up with wyverns, and workers were bustling around making repairs.

‘I need to move soon, seriously.

But the city of Denfors was old and worn down. Besides the covert, which was taking up the most space in the city, there wasnt anywhere else I could move to. Of course, there was Gadain Castle, the former base of Viscount Lukence, but I didnt want to use a castle someone else had used, either.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

“Wyverns are landing!!!”

‘So theyre finally here.

Ryker and Janice, who stuck together like peanut butter and jelly, were escorting our guests from the Havis Kingdom in a slow fashion, landing in the coverts central clearing.

‘Hrm? That wyvern, havent I seen it somewhere before?

I was watching the envoys from Havis when I saw a familiar-looking wyvern.

‘R-Rosiathe!

A female Skyknight descended from the familiar wyvern. It was Rosiathe, the woman who had happily eaten roast boar with me.

After Rosiathe alighted, Havis Skyknights fell in behind her with a clatter of metal like inseparable shadows. Considering how practiced their VIP guarding movements were, they were definitely Skyknights of the Royal Guard.

‘A welcome guest has come, huh.

There was no doubt they had come to discuss the national invasion, so I was prepared for the worst. I was someone who would even shoot magic at the Crown Princes wyvern in a fit of pique, so I wouldnt allow myself to be threatened by a frail kingdom.

However, my feelings changed the moment I saw Rosiathe.

PR/N: Simppppp

As the Havis Kingdoms knights and Rosiathe headed towards me, my knights ran over and assumed positions next to me.

‘Theyve grown a lot.

I had no need to envy any territory. Wyverns were milling around the covert like chickens looking for food. The sight of Gold Wyverns among them would instill fear in these ambassadors.

Rosiathe removed her helmet with a click as she walked over.

“!!”

“Mm…”

Stunned by her uncommon, wavy golden hair gleaming in the sunlight and blue, diamond-like eyes, my knights and soldiers exclaimed in spite of themselves, proving without a doubt that Rosiathe deserved the titleFlower of the North.

“Haha, welcome, Princess Rosiathe.”

I bowed towards Rosiathe, who wore a happy smile. No matter how high my rank was now, the other party was the princess of a kingdom.

“We meet again, Count Kyre.”

Since she wasnt wearing a dress, Rosiathe gave me a slight nod in response.

‘Hmm, she smells good.

The faint smell of pansies came drifting over as Rosiathe approached.

“What are you all doing! Show your respects to Princess Rosiathe!”

Cla-cla-clang!

“All, hail!”

Around 20 knights drew their swords in a salute at my command.

“Thank you for the warm welcome,” said Rosiathe in appreciation for greeting her without a single hair out of place.

“It is nothing. You must be tired from traveling so far, let us quickly go inside.”

“I am not tired. The sight of the Nerman Plains full of vitality completely refreshed me as we flew.”

Since everyone was watching, I imitated an old nobles mannerisms to converse with Rosiathe.

“But where did those Gold Wyverns over there come from…?”

Havis shared a border with the Laviter Empire, so Rosiathe knew better than anyone about Gold Wyverns. She was looking at the Golds who had been reduced to sorry, patchy little mutts from getting their asses kicked by Bebeto and the beastmen. Now, they were even enjoying naps outside of their hangars.