Chapter 134: Spoils of the Sylvanate
The morning sun filtered through the thick glass windows of my private bedroom.
I sat at the edge of the large mattress. I felt completely refreshed. The boiling tension in my core was entirely gone.
Lysandra slept peacefully beneath the silk sheets. Her breathing was steady. Her beautiful face finally looked relaxed.
BZZZT.
The heavy Arcane Radio sitting on my wooden desk suddenly crackled to life. A glowing blue rune flashed on the receiver.
I picked up the brass microphone.
"Report your status, Lord Hardsteel," I commanded.
"Victory is absolute across the entire frontline, Sovereign," King Regent Hardsteel declared. His metallic voice echoed with pride.
"Our troops are currently processing the surrendered Elven soldiers and securing the perimeter."
"What is the casualty count?" I asked.
"We suffered minimal losses on our side," Hardsteel replied.
