CRIMSON OVERLORD - Season 3 Episode 54

“No way!” Freya cried as she looked unto her father with her whimpering eyes. She stood frail with her red hair dispersed while her medieval silver tiara crown remained out of place.

“How disdainful!” Her father exclaimed as he raised his first finger adorned with gold rings towards her daughter.

“You weren’t brought up to oppose my will and pursue your futile way of life. Such a disgrace!” His voice resounding the entire hall. Fortunately, there wasn’t anyone around besides them.

“Father, please!” She muttered with a pitiful voice.

A few seconds later, she fell on her knees while tears continued to burst out from her eyes. Her pale-blue satin court dress could be spotted with wet patches- definitely from her tears. She laid out her hands- showing her light complexion- in a thorough manner, reaching the tip of her father’s cape.

“Never will I let you throw away our dignity” her father told her, pulling off his cape.

“Now, rise and follow my command!”

“But… Father!”

“My daughter, I have given you everything you deserved. This is the first time I have ever asked you a favor and will be the last time if you obeyed.” His father told her as he helped her daughter stand up with his precious hands.

Freya retrieved her hands as she spoke.

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“Indeed, your highness. But this one I don’t deserve. I would rather marry a thief, a peasant or any other low-classes than to marry a disgusting, horrible, ugly little ELF!”

His father grimaced then yelled “You…”and a soft growl began to developed on his chest, “Follow or-” a feeling of reassurance emerged before the second option “DIE!”

As if a severe concussion appeared on Freya’s mind as she heard the second option. Though she knew how her Father, the emperor of Midgard- the only land inhabited by humans- was very factual to his words, she would not, in this instance, be under his threat nor be subjected to his will.

On the first place, I am his daughter and ending up being murdered by him is really an undignified thing to do and dignity is what was being defended in this alarming conversation. She thought.

Standing by her side (point-of-view), Freya spoke with strong conviction.

“With all due respect-” She paused and looked into his father’s green eyes fiercely with her blue one.

“Emperor Charles Lucian, I, Freya Lucian will follow NOT your command!”

Emperor Lucian was suddenly wrapped with wrath. He was afraid of ending up in this way.

As Freya started to turn her back and walk away without any last glance, her father, Emperor Lucian, suddenly put out his scepter- a scepter infused with various supernatural powers- and pointed directly to her daughter.

Probably, an elf- perhaps with royal blood- once owned this such that Emperor Lucian just acquired this after having dug up the land just before the Midgard-Alfheim Boundary, which separated the human world with that of the light elves, during the completion of his Underground Tunnel Project. Though he knew very well that that elf still exists- for they are immortal- he still owned this without any second thought apparently because of its rareness and the power it could give.

Then Emperor Lucian screamed “You, excessive one, your heart is that of the lion. Now-”

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Then he hollered out in a very charming manner “val Ed’ i’ear ar’ elenea, ANGIM THANGA YASSEN TEMPLA ILLE!” (Translated as: By the power of the sea and star, I CURSE YOU!)

“The moment you heart fall in love, you’ll suffer DEATH!”

After, Emperor Lucien sang in a very enrapturing manner that Freya suddenly felt a short hysteria. Yet, bending over backwards, she continued to escape this delusion, stepping away, little by little.

Her feet seemed to be stuck between a rock and a hard metal until she reached the golden door adorned with precious gemstones. A feeling of relief occurred as she moved out from the private sitting hall- a hall packed with remarkable conversations that changed her entire life- to the center hall.

She never thought of ending up this way. She wanted to compromise but rather not. Her relationship to his father was severely ruined yet, she just fought for herself. For her own good. For her own freedom. For her own fate- her life.

She knew very well that this marrying-to-an-elf resolve is for the benefit of the entire humanity. Once she marry that elf and once they exchange sacred vows- though not done with love- the whole Midgard and Alfheim will be merged together. Thus, because of having a more superior territory, Alfheim will be under the jurisdiction of Midgard. And apparently, more power to the emperor of humans and that’s to his father.

Hence, how could Frey, the god of light-elves allow this kind of commitment?

One thing is for sure, since that Alfheim (Quendi, as what the elves called their entire land) is subdivided into different territorial-clans, where each kings is autonomously given power and sovereignty to each territories and to each clans as well- Elrond for instance, the Vanyar (Fair elves) king- then, one elf-king must have also resolved in this kind of commitment. And that’s maybe because of the recession happening to their territory.

As Freya headed towards the exit of the house, these were the fantasies that came to her.

Passing by the corridors with miserable face, she could clearly see the confused and confounded faces of the knights, slaves and even that of the earls, barons and viscounts. If they only knew what had happened and what is she going to do- escaping and planning not to return back forever- they could have ceased her and locked inside her room or even put into a dungeon. Luckily, they aren’t any orders released and declared so, they just continued what they have been doing and continued to think of stupid reasons, a million of miles different compared to the real happening.

Freya reached the grand gate and saw two knights guarding the passageway. They prohibited her from moving out- their top most purpose for guarding- but Freya insisted and pulled off her hands from their strong hands.

“I am now allowed” She said as she removed her tiara crown and gave to the guards.

“To Prove, I am no longer your master’s daughter. From now on, I am just Freya Lucian, or just simply Freya, going to live ordinarily”.

Shocked, the two guards felt numb, as if severely paralyzed.