Bab 41: Chapter 41: Battle

Cerant chuckled and sipped his wine, setting it aside as he said, "We should see who else has seen the white demons." He winced as his head abruptly started hurting.

"Something is wrong," Sorin said, pressing a hand to his chest. "Wait here. That means you, too," added when Koray tried to stand. He left the room, calling to his men before the door had closed behind him. Koray rolled his eyes and rose, flicking his hair impatiently out of his way as he followed after Sorin.

"How is your head, Master?" Neikirk asked quietly.

Cerant shrugged. "Killing me. How did you know I had a headache?"

"You always get them before something goes wrong," Neikirk said. "I do not know how you have never made the connection."

"I—" Cerant stopped when he realized Neikirk was correct. "I don't understand why I would. I'm no magic user. Royalty has always been quite ordinary as regards such powers. Ours is to rule, not to wield the Goddess' power."