CHAPTER - 93

  Narrator: Upon arriving at the cafeteria, Dav headed toward the kitchen and found Iris, still angry, focused on chopping onions.

  Her expression betrayed her frustration.

  Dav, with a mischievous smile, approached and hugged her from behind, whispering:

  "I’ll be away for a day or two. I’ll be back very soon."

  Iris, with a tone caught between sadness and fury, her eyes glistening, replied:

  "Idiot..."

  Dav held her even tighter. "There’s no need to cry over an amazing hero like me," he said affectionately.

  Iris turned around with a scowl, yelling:

  "I’m not crying! It’s the onions, stupid!"

  Dav chuckled, looking at her fondly.

  "Do you want anything before I leave?"

  Iris stopped chopping the onions and, without a word, took his hands firmly.

  "Be careful," she said with determination.

  "If you don’t come back, I’ll personally come to get you, wherever you’re hiding."

  Then, with a swift movement, she kissed him. A kiss that lasted a few seconds, filled with emotion.

  Dav gave her a small smile and, before stepping away, gently tapped his forehead against hers.

  "See you soon."

  Meanwhile, Margherita watched from the corner, surprised, while Matteo beside her couldn’t hide his shock at the passionate kiss.

  Dav (thinking): Great, Iris is taken care of too.

  Now I can leave without an impending murderous intent chasing me.

  [He headed to the cafeteria, where Stefan, Valeria, and Lucrezia were waiting for him.]

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  Stefan: Shall we leave then?

  (Pausing at a scent) Did you eat onions?

  Dav: (Smirking) Iris threw onions at me. She's still mad.

  Lucrezia: (Laughing and pointing at Dav) Ahaha! Serves you right!

  Dav: (Grabbing Lucrezia's head with one hand) Maybe I should open up this little head of yours to see if there’s still something worth saving.

  What do you think?

  Lucrezia: (Screaming in pain) Valeria, help me! He’s crushing my head!

  Stefan: (Laughing) Alright, let’s go, ahaha.

  [In the car]

  Stefan: (Sitting with crossed legs) We should arrive at the Tower of London in about two hours with the royal jet.

  You can rest if you want; I'll wake you up when we reach the airport.

  Dav: (Curious) Are you just a royal advisor, or are you also a fighter?

  Stefan: (Raising an eyebrow) Such a direct question…

  Let’s say I’m not just an advisor—I also have a bit of strength and skill.

  Dav: (Nodding) I see.

  Valeria: (Observing Stefan with a skeptical smile) All of this just for his son?

  I don’t understand what Dav has to do with it.

  He could’ve had them transferred without a problem…

  He definitely wants something from him.

  Stefan: (Replying to Valeria with a note of uncertainty) Honestly, I don’t know either…

  He just asked for the hero to be brought upon his request, without explaining why.

  I hope it’s a quick matter and that we can all go our separate ways.

  (Sighing)

  [At the airport, 10 minutes later]

  Stefan: (Checking his watch) Let’s go, they’re waiting for us on the runway.

  [Two hours later]

  Lucrezia: (Excited while looking out of the jet window) London is so beautiful!

  Valeria: (Thinking with a mischievous smile) I’ll make sure to take some nice pictures with Dav, hehehe.

  Stefan: (Pointing at a black car in the distance) That’s our car.

  Let’s get in.

  [Arriving at the royal castle]

  Narrator: A grand, majestic, and splendid palace.

  Guards, dressed in the royal household’s uniforms, stood at attention in vigilant watch.

  Banners featuring a great crimson lion and a black lion with red eyes waved in the wind.

  The palace’s interior was adorned with red and white columns and equally imposing walls.

  Statues and portraits of past kings and queens decorated every corner.

  The rooms were vast and luxuriously furnished, with furniture arranged with care and taste.

  The guests observed Dav, whose majestic and imposing presence did not go unnoticed.

  His battle uniform—the same one he had worn in the duel against Azrael—made him even more striking.

  Gossip among the nobles spread quickly.

  Stefan led them toward the throne room, where the king, the queen, and their son awaited them.

  The doors opened with a solemn creak, and the sight of high-ranking guards in position and nobles in their elegant attire created a tense atmosphere.

  END OF CHAPTER - 93