Chapter 84 Arms and the man
Ambassador Dearmond was discharged from the hospital the next morning. The moment he was discharged, he left the hospital and immediately headed for the airport. He has had enough of the kingdom and going to his was going to ease him of a lot of pain.
Spending just two days in the kingdom he'd already been kicked once, had to run up a flight of stairs like he was some athlete, and had also had to see people get shot to death. His mental and physical health required therapy and he wouldn't deny himself of the enjoyment when he reached Vance.
Counsellor Beckman trailed behind him and he shot him an angry look, ever since the chaotic event they hadn't said a word to each other, partly because they never really spoke to each other they hated each other's guts and mostly because Dearmond believed he'd abandoned him in purpose.
The second counselor, on the other hand, Mr. Thames was so low in class to either of them that he dared not speak. Dearmond groaned as he walked towards the airplane. It was a private jet and the Alpha had commissioned it for him to ensure his safe travels.
"Your honor," the lady hostess bowed and greeted them.
Dearmond licked his lower lips, he'd thought the hostess was beautiful since he first saw her. Maybe he'd find out a little bit more about her and then marry her, he'd already grown tired of his fourteenth wife at home.
It wasn't a crime in Vance to be married so many times, nor was it something people looked at with disdain, probably due to their short life expectancy, you are meant to enjoy life as fast as you can and as much as possible. All this was because of the Moon Rage.
"What do you think about her offer?" Dearmond bit back his pride and asked Beckman at last. This had been on his mind since they'd left the hospital, and God knows he'd been trying to push it aside. It felt too good to be true. He didn't want to give himself the hope that they all could be saved by a twenty-year-old girl who should be preparing for marriage.
"I think it's a bluff," Beckman replied and then slowly added, with a hint of sarcasm. "Your honor."
Dearmond had also thought in that direction that was what he had on his mind the whole time. "So what do you think we should do?" He asked.
"We are not to do anything, we inform the king of our findings," Beckman replied
"Oh, cut the crap," Dearmond said in annoyance, such underhandedness was the reason he hated Beckman. "You know what I mean, if we leave him to solve the issue, he'd just plunge us all to war!" he said angrily.
"And why are you so afraid of war?" Beckman asked with a smile.
Dearmond shook his head, he'd never experienced war himself if he ever did, he knew he wouldn't be alive, but he'd read a lot about war, and an entire library of war books was locked under the basement of his house. He knew what war was and he never wanted to experience it ever. It wasn't just because of him though, he was just a pathetic old man with a serious obsession with women, he wasn't living a healthy enough life, neither was he that much of a good person but he loved children.
That was probably the only redeeming quality he had. His love for children was also an obsession of sorts and that was why he had more than eleven children. Yet he knew them all personally, spent time with all of them, and listened to them every time. Most of his children didn't like him much anyway but he still didn't play with any of their welfare. For them, he could never allow their kingdom to go to war, never.
"I am afraid of war because I don't wanna watch us die, and fade away as another noise in history," he said, calmly. "You might not understand what war is, but I do and I never want to fight one," he said with a smile.
Beckman sighed and then turned to Mr. Thames who had his face held downwards, he was afraid to even look at them. "Tell me, Thames, what do you think?"
"Me?" Thames said, absolutely surprised. "I…I think… I think… that, the Luna wasn't bluffing," he replied.
"And why is that?" he asked
"She has no… no allies and I think she needs… she needs us as one," he stammered on, his legs shaking so much they were knocking each other.
Dearmond chuckled. "Nice thoughts Thames, I find that intriguing," he said and Thames replied with a bow. "So," he turned to Beckman. "What do we tell the Alpha, how do we advise him not to plunge us into a war we would lose?" he said.
"Why do you even think, it is certain we'd lose?" Beckman asked.
"That Luna, Greydon's daughter, she is different. I mean you watched her catch a bullet with her bare hands. When I was in the room with her and those assassins turned on us, she prioritized protecting me and when her subjects came, they had this abject loyalty towards her. A leader who is physically strong, mentally capable, and has servants loyal to them and will die for them isn't a weak leader," Dearmond narrated. "We were trying to prioritize their division and weaknesses. I tell you, there is nothing weak about them, that girl probably makes them stronger," he said.
"So you believe a girl that young can run a kingdom successfully?" Beckman countered. "Is she special or what?"
"How many normal girls have you seen, catching bullets?" Dearmond smiled.
Beckman didn't reply and the entire flight was silent. To spice things up for himself, Dearmond had the beautiful hostess sit on his lap throughout the flight. It would take about six hours to reach home, so he decided to enjoy the rest of his flight.