Chapter 284 - Poem

As Stefan made his way out and dashed towards the Library under King Michael's possession, a Guard walked in carrying a handful of Parchments. He first started it off with an apology, "My King, I apologise for not knocking but this is very important!"

Not sweating small things like this, he just waved his hand for him to approach as he kept his glance towards his own plate of food. He would talk but his mouth is full so he can avoid the Romance Novel questions.

The Guard instantly specified after once reasoning was put aside, "A messenger from Pameres Kingdom has sent a letter requiring instant attention and answering."

Once he heard what all of this is about, he almost choked on fish meat and had to wash it down with a silver goblet of water. And some of Alama's water too. "Give it to me."

Reading the first letter, he instantly became amazed. 247 people just waiting to be picked up, it would be the source of stupidity if a King refused this offer without a proper reason. But King Michael became confused about why this letter is sent to him, when the Zamerians are clearly quoting King Zar.

It didn't make sense, until he took a peek at the second letter stating. "Just take it as he is talking about Gaster Kingdom and write me a Parchment back telling me what you think, we need to answer him in the next delivery."

Now it was made clear what the topic is, and King Michael couldn't help getting goosebumps about the idea. Sure he doesn't have many people under employment now, but the more people he has to his disposal the easier it would be to bring business in Gaster Kingdom even though at the start he has to give more than double the food.

These people don't have any skills, like the King described. But here where population is very scarce, King Michael would even take a chance taking in bandits to work. Even though he would have to teach those bandits some manners.

Alama was waiting patiently for a reply, King Michael's reactions however made her a lot less patient. Forcing her to urge under a low soft tone, "Well common!"

Let me cut it short for you, after nearly two months we will be expecting over 200 new Civilians here in Gaster Kingdom. Now she nearly choked on her food as well, but was a bit more lucky.

With her happiness raising a lot, but her curiosity stronger. She asked, "From Pameres Kingdom?"

"No, from Zameria." He answered with his lips stretching to a satisfactory smile. Afterwards he handed Alama the two parchments for her to quench her curiosity and for himself he grabbed the two other questions.

The hand writing on these two letters looks the same as the parchment of notice King Michael has read, he noticed it instantly since he is very used to this hand writing. If only he knew that Seer writes them all! To make it more interesting, this isn't a letter with business as a topic.

Reading his contents, he found it short enough to read out loud. "The following letter is a poem, please enjoy it as a small gift of gratitude from the ill.u.s.tratios of Pameres Kingdom. It has been sung for weeks now after you took your leave."

"Uu a Poem?" Asked Alama and instantly grabbed the letter from his hand, "I love reading poems."

Normally having contents snatched from his hand would piss him off, but what could he say to such a cute face? He just breathed in a bit and awaited for her to read it. However, her delicate tone proved as an antidote to his mood facing a nudge due to that previous snatch.

It sounds like 3 Angels singing at the same time in perfect harmony, with a tone that would soften the soul and carve one's nerves for the good the moment she sunk a verse deep in it.

"Fire and Blaze Source to be praised, a Hero came by with skills to Admire, Burning down enemies with his blessed Hellfire.

King Michael the brave, King Michael the deffender, facing the enemies with no plans of surrender!

Cursed Alliance and evil by blood, trying to throw our Defiance down to the Mud!

But what Chance did they have against King Michael the Brave?

With waves of Fire the Army was enslaved!"

Once reading the poem, she took a quick peek at King Michael and found him with his eyes wide opened and his arm hair raised all up, obviously goosebumps.

Giving him a smile followed by blush occupying her cheeks, asking. "You like it?"

"Yes, you're amazingly talented." He answered immediately once her question snapped her back to reality.

"I meant the poem, but thanks." She answered, her cheeks becoming more red and noticing that he shared the similar fate at a lower pace.

"Ugh... let's read this last letter shall we?" Grabbing the fifth from the table het set them down at, he cleared his throat hoping to avoid embarrassment and read its contents.

"As you see, these are words wrriten from an ill.u.s.tratio and spread like wild fire in the Taverns and streets. Although there still are a few hundred people who still fancy the illas and the Alliance it is in cooperation with, a lot of ill.u.s.tratios have seen the difference after the Revolution. They also knew what would happen if the Alliance took charge once more, poverty. So they are the most grateful for your huge contribution towards Pameres Kingdom, without you we would be not one but two steps closer towards failure. With this huge nudge of acceptance towards Ignites, I expect the productivity to increase once cooperation between the two races becomes more common. Specifically, this will benefit both domains. Pameres Kingdom salutes you."

"Wow, they see you as a Hero." Alama added, feeling a lot of admiration towards the King and what he managed to accomplish in a day.

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"Misses Wood, I've gotten you the books!" Bashed in Stefan with a lot of enthusiasm, carrying 7 Books on his hand but also feeling a bit bad about the fact that, "However, they are the King's personal property and you should return at least half of them under a month."

That's not what King Michael said but it is what Stefan feels to do, this is an old lady with barely any entertainment and people to talk to. So why rush to take books off her hand? At least for two months she will have books to read until Stefan figures out how to get more on his hands so he can give them to her.

"That's wonderful dear... What are they all about?" She couldn't help asking, she could see them clearly and did notice that each one ranges from a medium to large sizes but you can't judge a book by its cover.

"As far as I've read them, they are about Romance. You know... love." Stefan specified, feeling a bit embarrassed to put it in to word. But didn't worry much about it until now since Dea will be the one reading them to the kind Misses Wood.

"Oh... Well I can't wait to hear them out." She answered, feeling satisfaction no doubt. But perhaps this is a bad idea, she did loose her Husband years ago after all.

"Well, in that case let's have Dea read them." He softly answered and handed Dea the first book closest to his grip.

The title, "What an Ignite Heart can Carry." This instantly points out how old this book alone is, because Ignite based books in general have been burned in to ashes as soon as control has been attained from the ill.u.s.tratian Alliance. This fine piece of parchments sewed together is at least a Hundred years old if not more. There is still dust on it, which specified that King Michael has read it long ago.

"Ugh... Maybe we should leave them for later." Dea expressed, with a noticeable blush forming under her eyes.

"Common now Dea, no need to be shy in front of Stefan. He was kind enough to bring us these wonderful books." Well now it was made clear what's going on here, she isn't yet comfortable to read in front of Stefan even though until now she projected herself as quite extroverted.

Stefan couldn't help but smile and picked up the third cup of tea, set close to where the books were set down as soon as he walked in. Taking a sip, he added his own sentence to back up Misess Wood. "Yes, don't worry I won't judge you. No need to be shy."

"Alright alright!" She answered, and finally opening the thick leather cover of this wonderful piece of literature. At the first page it firmly stated, "Written by Diotrephes Katezet."

She couldn't help covering the gap through her lips once her mouth hung open in shock! "By the Source of Fire, this is a book written by my Great Great Grand Father!"