Dungeon of Niflheim

Chapter 751: leaving Icethorne

751  Chapter 751: leaving Icethorne

Frost brought his fingers to his lips, there was a tingling sensation left because Avira attacked with a bit too much force.

'That sneaky little fox.' He said internally before breaking out into a warm smile.

She took advantage of his momentary lapse in attention to steal a kiss and then ran away before he had the chance to say anything about it.

Powerless to do anything after the fact he shook his head and lay down on the bed, staring absent mindedly at the ceiling, pondering over Avira.

"She's a real handful." He lightly chuckled before closing his eyes and returning to his blissful sleep.

Meanwhile after quickly returning to her own chambers Avira slumped down against the back of her door, her face a shade of pure crimson.

"Ahhhnnn!" She let out an embarrassed sigh as she hid her face between her knees. All her confidence and bravado crumbling the moment she returned. Just like an adrenaline filled warrior collapsing after the battle was over.

She couldn't believe the words she said, the boldness she exuded, the bravery she manifested in wearing something so provocative and most of all the daring she managed to summon when she stole that kiss.

"Ahhhnn!!" She let out another sigh as she hid her face even deeper, wishing for nothing more than to find a deep dark hole to crawl into.

While Frost may have been able to easily fall back asleep and rest peacefully she was unfortunately up for most of the night, reliving the embarrassing episode over and over and over.

Early next morning.

Frost awoke well rested and 20 minutes before his alarm was set to go off.

He stretched his body and felt as light as a feather, all the pain and injury endured in yesterday's battles gone, as if they never happened.

High level potions and a great night's sleep did wonders for his body.

"I really need to start investing in alchemy." The potency, effects and flavour of high level potions just couldn't be compared to the mid and low levels.

He was the son of the Dark God, a lofty Dungeon core with an established territory and a Fenrir girlfriend thus he really shouldn't have to cheap out with low class goods.

Unfortunately the market for such products was strictly controlled and or outrageously expensive thus limiting the effect of having a healthy coin purse.

"I should call up Wilsander at some point." Though his roster had become quite well developed over the past few months there wasn't a single species that specialised in alchemy.

His younger brother Wilsander however was a master of poisons and their antitoxins and thus had a plethora of alchemy skilled monsters to choose from.

The only problem being that not many of them could survive in such frigid temperatures. Even the warmest climate in his Dungeon was less ten degrees Celsius.

After bemoaning his shortcomings for a few seconds Frost entered the ensuite, took a boiling hot bath, got rid of any excess dirt and sweat with clean up magic, adorned his armour and robes and left the room with all his belongings.

Today he'd be leaving Icethorne and heading into the inner regions of the Glacial mountains, an environment far more treacherous and deadly than the external regions.

Thankfully he didn't have to go all that far minimising the potential danger.

After a healthy breakfast, a feast far removed from the dried jerky, dehydrated vegetables and poorly cooked monster meat he had gotten accustomed to during his journey here Frost said farewell to the embassy staff and headed towards the eastern catacombs with Kiba.

The large tiger was quite reluctant to leave after being thoroughly pampered by the staff but a sharp glare from Frost was all it took for him to hold his tongue and start marching.

He was a little early but since he wasn't leaving Icethorne alone it was better than being late.

"Lord Frost, how punctual." The moment he arrived the envoys from the War Ursa Battalion were already present and at work.

A couple were arranging for their travel supplies with the quartermaster, another was seeing to the battle mounts while the one who greeted him, an older looking dwarf with a healthy greybeard was talking to a group of high ranking officers, colleagues who were going over what the dwarf could and could not agree to.

"Major Pasha no need to be so courteous, I'm clearly the last to arrive." Ten minutes clearly wasn't early enough to beat these old military dogs.

"Hahahaha fair enough. We'll leave in fifteen minutes, make sure you've got everything you need." Major Pasha the old dwarf laughed in earnest before returning to his previous discussion.

Frost was just a temporary companion, if he was on time great but if he was late then they'd simply leave without him.

He had already said his farewells last night thus no one was there to see them off.

Avira only managed to recently fall asleep and was in no state to see him again any time soon while Borris was so overwhelmed by his newfound duties that he barely managed to even meet him yesterday.

Borris was the one who forged his glaive [wolf howling at the moon], the man who stayed in his territory for weeks helping both Daki and his frost dwarven monsters improve their craft.

To see him go just like that was somewhat painful, he was both a highly desired resource and a good friend.

Avira, Avira, Avira now she was a complicated mess, a friend, a possible love interest, a future competitor and perhaps even an enemy. Frost didn't really know how to categorise the young woman; all he knew was that he'd miss hearing her voice and fighting alongside her.

His eyes turned slightly red while Kiba started whimpering. He too was fond of Avira; she always stroked and petted him whenever he wanted and brushed his fur every morning.

Borris was nice too but who cares about a stinky old man.

"Alright enough whimpering, we'll see them again." Frost comforted the young glacial winged tiger.

"Garow" [You promise?]

"Yes, V intends to claim the throne of Northrend so of course she'll have to return at some point and Borris….well we can always visit him whenever we access the inner regions." He said while scratching the back of Kiba's ears, he always liked getting his ears scratched.

"Garow!" Kiba was much chipper after hearing Frost's promise.

A few minutes before they were due to depart Duke Runak and General Jared appeared.

"Pasha I don't need to tell you how important your task is do I?"

"No War Marshall you do not." Major Pasha and those accompanying him on the journey to Karak Kanz saluted.

"By my honour we will succeed."

""By our honour"" The others mirrored Pasha's words as they bowed their heads and revealed unwavering determination in their eyes.

Normally they would be more considerate of their talented guest, but the task given to Pasha and the other envoys was of the highest priority.

"Thanks Jared." Frost smiled through the pain, even his light taps were still the taps of an A-rank powerhouse.

"Don't die out there kid."

"Not planning on it."

Once the formal send-off was over Major Pasha, Frost, Kiba and the other envoys entered the eastern catacombs.

"I hope that stubborn old dwarf is open to reason." Once they left Duke Runak couldn't help but mutter.

The Ice dwarves of Karak Kanz especially the ruling caste were as stubborn as mules. Even if the offer was beneficial if they didn't like you then they'd toss you out on your ass without a second thought.

"I'm sure the king will understand the situation clearly and if he doesn't I'm sure the Grand Prince will say a few words in our favour. He holds a great amount of respect for you after all." Duke Runak and the Grand Prince of Karak Kanz had a somewhat healthy rivalry, at least in the Grand prince's opinion.

He saw the Duke as an honourable man, someone who could be trusted and relied upon when the time came.

And it was mainly because of his efforts that the relationship between Karak Kanz and Icethorne remained neutral despite the conflicts in their economic interests.

"Haaaaa that's wishful thinking Jared." Duke Runak sighed and shook his head.

"Though our relationship can be considered friendly that's only on a purely personal level. He's not foolish enough to let such a private affair affect the rise and fall of his nation."

He shared respect for the Grand Prince and because of that he understood him. He would not vouch for their alliance just because of their own friendship.