Free Void Wielder 2 Legacy of Chaos by Cesar Gonzalez Page A

possible. “It’s not only Sandoria that was attacked. I’m sure you are aware that the Suteckh Empire sacked the Asian city of Zhangshao. They have set their eyes on conquering the entire planet.”
    An imposing man who wore a dark uniform with countless pins and ribbons on his chest stood. Falcon recognized him immediately. He was Chonsey’s father, the general of Ladria’s army. “Our army is more than a match for the Suteckh. Even if your story were true, we could take care of them with ease.”
    “But it’s not only the them,” Falcon countered. “The Suteckh have garnered the support of many of the outskirt clans. Including the Northern Barbarians, the Omega warriors, the Hollow Clansmen of the Lost Sea, and the Scaiths—”
    “Do you have proof of these wild claims?” the general asked.
    “Yes, the Ghost Knight himself told me.”
    The table erupted in a fit of scornful laughter.
    The general sighed heavily. “The Ghost Knight? That’s your proof? This is ridiculous.”
    “Who is this Ghost Knight you speak of?” asked Emperor Romus.
    The General’s voice boomed. “He’s a nobody who roams the land pretending to be a hero. His word is not to be trusted, sire.”
    “That’s not true,” snapped Falcon. “The Ghost Knight is simply trying to help everyone, including you.”
    “That’s enough!” shouted Emperor Romus. “I had enough of this conversation. Remove yourself from my presence at once.”
    Falcon held up his finger. “But you must see the urgency of the matter.”
    The emperor slammed his fist on the table. “Enough, I say!”
    “Fine. Stay blind.” Falcon stood and stormed away. He should have expected as much from the leaders of Ladria. They had always been too prideful to listen to anyone but themselves.
    As he headed toward the door, a bulky figure obstructed his path. “Going somewhere, traitor?”
    “Get out of my way, Laars.”
    “Don’t tell me you’re still sore because of the beating me and Delita gave you.”
    Falcon pursed his lips. “I said get out of the way.”
    Laars licked his thick lips. “Nice little dame you brought back from Asturia.” He looked over at Faith, who was sitting at a table speaking to the twin sisters, Drusilla and Elvira. “I would have taken my sweet time too if I had found a hot girl like that.”
    “You better not do anything to her.”
    Laars put up his hands innocently “Relax. I’m simply getting her a drink.” He held up a cup of red juice. “Of course I might accidentally spill it on her dress. Then being the gentleman that I am, I will have to escort her to my room so she can change into something more comfortable .”
    Falcon had heard enough. He clenched his fist and grabbed Laars by his collar. “I’ll teach you to—”
    “Let him go,” said Hiromy, stepping in front of Falcon.
    Falcon threw Laars to the wall.
    Laars smiled and wiped off the drips of juice that had spilled on his suit. “See you around, traitor.”
    A frowning Hiromy stood before him. “Ignore him. I’m the one who is talking to you right now.”
    Falcon forced his attention to Hiromy. “Yes?”
    “Where do you think you’re going?”
    Falcon remained quiet.
    She brought her hands to her hips. “I asked you a question.”
    “I was going anywhere that wasn’t here,” said Falcon thickly. “You heard your dad. He doesn’t believe the Suteckh are planning to attack Ladria. I failed at convincing him. What other reason do I have to be here?”
    Hiromy’s eyes became glossy. “So that’s why you invited me? You used me to get close to my dad?”
    “No. It’s not like that.”
    “That’s exactly how it is! I thought you were different. But you’re just like everyone else. You just want to use me for your own personal reasons.” A tear escaped her eye.
    “I’m so sorry, Hiromy,” said Falcon, feeling like the biggest low-life in the world. “But there are bigger things at stake than you and me right now.”
    Hiromy stared into his