Chapter 402 - 402 Don’t Ignore Me

402 Don’t Ignore Me

“Sure, sure.” The guard who was standing in front of Everard snorted in between his laugh and taunted Everard even more. “If you are the King of Xanmar then I am the General of Orsenia.”

All the others laughed even louder when they heard that comment from their fellow guard. None of them suspected for even one second that what the visitor was saying could be actually true.

It was not their fault for not believing Everard’s words though. Right now, Everard didn’t even look like a nobleman, let alone a King.

His clothes were covered with dust and sweat from all that running. Even his face and tied-up hair looked very dirty as a result of dust particles being stuck in his sweat. To make matter worse, Everard was carrying a traveler’s bag. And he wasn’t accompanied by any guards, nor did he arrive there in a grand carriage.

The laughter and mockery from the guards didn’t take a name of stopping.

The more they laughed, the more Everard’s blood started to boil. Rather than embarrassed, Everard was starting to get angered by all the mockery he was facing.

“Just turn around and come back at a later date, Sir.” Another guard, who sensed the anger on Everard’s face suggested to him. “You might have an urgent business, but we cannot do anything when the King is busy. It is better if you return home for now.”

Everard took a deep breath to calm his anger to some extent. He grabbed the bars of the gate and stared at the guard in front of him. Then he threatened that guard in a much controlled low growl, “If you don’t stop laughing right now, I am warning that you all will regret it.”

All the guards who heard Everard felt provoked rather than feeling threatened. Some more guards came and stood right in front of Everard, giving him a death glare.

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“What did you just say? Did you just threaten us?”

They all did stop laughing, but now, they looked at Everard as if he was a rabbit and they all were wolves who were hunting that rabbit.

“You will be the one with regrets if you don’t go back to where you came from this instant!”

Everard couldn’t hold in his anger anymore. “I am not going back without meeting Alex!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. He flared his nostrils and slammed his palm against the iron bar of the gate, causing it to bend on impact.

All the guards were now slightly scared by what just transpired right in front of their eyes. They all had just witnessed something that shouldn’t have been possible. Someone just bent a thick iron rod with their bare hand.

“H-Hey!” One of the guards who were inside the gate shouted at the one who was standing outside, on Everard’s side. “W-What are you waiting for? Drag this man away from here before one of the King’s Guards spots the commotion.”

Two armed guards who were quietly holding their position until now, on either side of the gate, marched towards Everard and grabbed his arms from both sides.

One of them politely requested, “Sir, let us escort you away.”

Everard gave a side glare to one of the guards who was holding him a bit too tightly and said in a low chilling tone, “I don’t need you to escort me away. Get your hands off me if you don’t want your Crown Prince to be mad at you for mistreating his best friend.”

“Sir, please!” the other guard who was holding him spoke. “Respectfully, don’t make our job any harder.”

“Then do your damn job better!” Everard glared at that guard and asked in a cold tone, “Run to the Crown Prince and inform him that his best friend is here to have an urgent meeting with him.”

“Sir, please–”

Everard suddenly elbowed both of the guards in their stomachs, making them crouch and grimace in pain. Before the other guards could run outside to suppress the ‘madman’, Everard grabbed those guards by their necks and slammed them into each other.

While doing so, he was careful not to use even a quarter of his true strength.

He pressed both of those guards against the gate the others were trying to open and further ordered them, “Say to the Crown Prince that his best friend, the King of Xanmar, risked his life by coming all the way here alone but you lot stopped him at the gate, manhandled him, and tried to send him back without even letting him enter the gates.”

“What kind of a monster is he?” the guard who had initially mocked Everard happened to think out loud in his stunned state. He didn’t mean to shame Everard or call him names. Rather, he was truly impressed by that inhuman strength that Everard was displaying.

Everard was, however, obviously ticked by that word. “I am not a monster!” he snarled at that guard so terrifyingly that it looked as if that guard was blown away just by the frequency of Everard’s voice.

Everard kept on glaring at that very guard and shouted, “Either go and inform the Crown Prince about my arrival or let me enter!”

That guard was now too afraid to even talk back to Everard. The way Everard was urging them to call the Crown Prince, he was sure that whatever that man had said until now was all true.

The guard quickly crawled and then picked himself up from the ground. He then ran towards the Crown Prince’s quarter to inform about the arrival of someone who claimed to be the King of Xanmar.

After seeing that guard stumbling and running from there, Everard finally managed to suppress his intense anger. He let out a deep breath and let go of his hold on those poor terrified guards who he was pressing against the gate.

As soon as Everard let go of them, they both touched their chest while panting and coughing. They thought that their chest was going to burst open because of how much force Everard was using to press them. And although they were free now, and although they had loaded rifles with them, they didn’t dare to move a finger against Everard.

All of the guards kept on awkwardly staring at Everard every now and then while Everard was folding his arms and looking through the gate with his impatient eyes.

He was waiting for his friend to come to him. And while waiting, he was chanting in his head, ‘Alex, forgive me for coming here without informing you first. But I had to. Please don’t ignore me. Please don’t ignore me. Please don’t ignore me.’