The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 276: Tour In The Silver Castle

Their journey commenced as Dalen led Rama through the towering gates adorned with intricate runes, opening into a courtyard teeming with lush gardens and colorful flora.

Passing through gardens filled with vibrant flora, Dalen led Rama to a tranquil pond at the heart of the castle grounds. Crystal-clear waters mirrored the clouds drifting lazily in the sky. Exotic blooms with petals that glimmered like starlight surrounded the pond, emitting a faint ethereal glow that bathed the area in a surreal luminescence.

As they strolled along the cobblestone paths, Dalen revealed the castle’s history, narrating tales of ancient spells and heroic feats performed by the white witches of the past. He pointed out towering spires that kissed the heavens, their crystalline tips shimmering in the sunlight like beacons of enchantment while Rama observed, completely awe stricken.

They ventured deeper into the castle, where Dalen unveiled rooms adorned with shimmering tapestries depicting magical chronicles and celestial phenomena. Murals adorned the walls, illustrating legendary battles between mystical creatures and valiant warriors, each stroke of the artist’s brush bringing the scenes to life.

Dalen exuded an air of serene power as he guided Rama, through the expansive corridors of the Castle. As he explained and gestured, she watched him with keen observance and listened to his stories that seemed to leave her engrossed and filled with questions.

Tall and lean, with piercing silvery grey eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of centuries, Dalen’s long silver hair cascaded down his back, accentuating the elegant lines of his face. His attire, a flowing robe spun from shimmering threads of moonlight, bore intricate symbols embroidered in silver, representing ancient spells and celestial alignments.

As they ventured deeper into the castle, Dalen’s soft voice resonated with a melodic quality, enchanting Rama as he narrated tales of the castle’s rich history. The walls adorned with tapestries depicted forgotten battles fought by the White Witch ancestors, each thread intricately woven to portray scenes of valor and mystic triumph.

" .... We were at the mercy of the dark witches, they killed so many of our kinds, until the vampire king offered us a deal. In exchange for protection, we serve him and give him whatever he desires. The queen had no choice, we were almost wiped out, so she immediately took his offer." He narrated.

"Vampire king?" Rama queried, eager to know more about this mysterious vampire king.

"Yes." He replied hesitantly.

"Who is this vampire king?" She asked, her jade eyes glistened with intrigue.

"He rules Voltaire empire, he’s nothing but the embodiment of evil as much as the devil itself." Dalen spitted out in evident revulsion, his face twisting with anger the more they mentioned him.

"But he helped your kingdom and saved your kind from extinction, despite the deal he made, he saved you all from meeting your ultimate ends." Rama pointed out.

"You have no idea the amount of evil he has infected the world with, if only you knew, you would despise him as much as I do." Dalen remarked with a heavy tone.

’Good riddance, I hope he never awakes from his slumber.’ he thought inwardly. The mere thought of his absence in the world brought a smile to his face, he had done enough damage and he was now only facing karma for all his sins.

"What did he do?" Rama asked in curiosity.

"Mass murder of innocent women, children and men, literally anything you can think of, he’s a monster." He hissed, his eyes bleeding rage but she noticed it was more of a personal rivalry with this vampire king than the fact that he was a monster.

"It seems more like what the humans in power do, I doubt that is the only reason you hate him, perhaps there’s another reason?" She asked slowly, making sure not to offend him with a wrong choice of word.

He smiled, a sort of bittersweet grin as he shook his head "Lets continue the tour."

She knew better than to coerce him to speak even though she was well aware he was burning in personal hate, but she kept her mouth shut, it wasn’t the right time to reopen old wounds.

Proceeding with the tour, they ascended spiraling staircases adorned with carved runes, Dalen and Rama reached the observatory tower. A breathtaking view awaited them, the realm stretched out below, a tapestry of lush forests, shimmering lakes, and snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Guiding Rama towards the grand library, Dalen unveiled rows upon rows of ancient tomes bound in leather, their pages yellowed with age. The books whispered forgotten incantations and held knowledge beyond mortal comprehension. Sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting colorful hues upon the worn wooden tables, illuminating the pages of spells and arcane knowledge.

He watched as Rama brushed her fingers past the books with intrigue.

"You like to read?" He suddenly asked as he watched her.

She chuckled "I probably do, but I lost my memories remember? So I’m not quite sure about it."

"Anytime you want to read, the library is always open." He intoned and she beamed.

As dusk descended, Dalen led Rama to the Great Hall, where a feast awaited them. Tables groaned under the weight of sumptuous dishes prepared by enchanted hands. Candlelight flickered, casting shadows that seemed to dance to the rhythm of the soft music playing in the background.

Aurora was still busy, so they had dinner without her and afterwards they continued as the castle was ridiculously enormous.

Through their tour, Dalen’s kindness and wisdom shone, his guidance a blend of mentorship and friendship to Rama. He explained the delicate balance between magic and responsibility, emphasizing the importance of using their gifts for the greater good.

In the quiet moments between marvels, Dalen and Rama conversed about life beyond the castle walls. Their closeness grew stronger, bridging the gap between their different worlds. Rama marveled at Dalen’s compassion and humility, traits that defied the stereotypes often associated with powerful sorcerers.

As the tour drew to a close, Rama realized that beyond the wonders of magic and mystique, it was Dalen’s genuine nature and willingness to share his knowledge that made the experience truly extraordinary.

Dalen led Rama to the observatory, a celestial haven perched atop the highest tower. Here, an awe-inspiring telescope stood sentinel, offering glimpses into distant galaxies and astral phenomena that stirred the soul. Rama’s eyes widened in wonder as she beheld the cosmic ballet unfolding before her.

Vontinuing their odyssey, Dalen escorted Rama to the Alchemy Chamber, a sanctum resonating with the harmonious hum of arcane energies. Vials of iridescent liquids lined the shelves, emitting a soft glow that illuminated the room. Dalen elucidated the art of alchemy, explaining its pivotal role in the fabric of his kind’s existence.

Their tour reached its end as they ascended to the Castle’s apex, a panoramic balcony offering a breathtaking vista of the kingdom’s vast expanse. Mountains cloaked in mist, crystalline rivers weaving through emerald forests, and a skyline painted with hues of twilight stretched before them, captivating Rama’s heart.

Throughout their expedition, Dalen’s guidance was as gentle as the whispering winds, his knowledge a wellspring of enlightenment. He regaled Rama with anecdotes of kindness, emphasizing the white witches’ dedication to preserving harmony between magic and humanity.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow upon the land, Dalen realized the depth of her admiration for Rama and her curious nature to learn.

Standing at the balcony, she pressed her body against the rails as she leaned forward, feeling the wind whip past her as it carried her hair to dance with the evening breeze.

"Be careful, I don’t want to have to inform the Queen that you fell to your death on my watch while I was supposed to protect you." He flashed her a wary glance before facing forward.

She giggled as she stood straight "But you have magic, you won’t just watch me fall now, would you?"

He shrugged "Perhaps I will, I don’t very much enjoy being a baby sitter." He said sarcastically.

But her face suddenly fell at his words, thinking her presence was annoying, but she was more concerned that her plans would fail.

"I apologise for being a hassle to watch over, I’ll retreat to my chambers immediately and refrain from invading your personal space as much as I can, I really did not mean to..." She blabbered, genuinely feeling sorry for having invaded his space.

Dalen simply just looked at her for a moment, making her wonder why he was staring, but then in the next beat, a short amused laughter rolled off his lips.

"I was only being sarcastic, your presence is no hassle at all, so don’t think of yourself like that." Dalen assured her.

"Oh.." Her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment that she hadn’t caught the sarcastic joke.

"You’re actually quite...." He trailed off as he muttered softly to himself.

"I’m quite what?" She asked with eyes squinted skeptically at him.

"Nothing." He brushed it off immediately as he glanced at her.

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