The Story of the Wind Wanderer
The Owner of Power #99

Inside the empty, dark, and cold room. There was no other object in the room, and no one but Aurora was alone in it. Good fortune seems very far from the figure of a beautiful princess named Aurora who is currently languishing in the empty room. Even the condition looks very weak, sitting on the floor with leaning against the wall, and irregular breathing.

There is no small gap in the wall in the room, other than a small rectangular gap in the middle of the wooden door of the room that can only be entered by one palm only. Although the door is made of wood that looks like it could be broken and damaged, but a mysterious and transparent magic barrier seems to protect it and make it stronger, can not be broken even with great energy like a bull ram though. The only way to break down the magic door is with magic power - which Aurora no longer has.

Prince Asta or Astaroth forcibly took the magic energy that had inhabited his body since birth, and the result of the forced taking made his body now feel very weak, to stand even if there was no energy. His chest was also still tight, a pain deep enough, painful so that it made it a little difficult to breathe.

Sitting on the floor with a bend and then hugging his knees, lowering his head, hiding his face. His breathing slowly sobbed, with tears suddenly dripping down his cheeks. Desperation is the first thing that is felt and crossed Aurora's mind. Not being able to do anything in the kingdom as well as his own palace was certainly a nightmare, and it was experienced by Princess Aurora at this time.

"Mother, I miss you," Aurora said with trembling intonation, slowly sobbing, and still with the face she hid, letting her beautiful white hair unravel down.

"What should I do in a position like this ...? I ... don't know," continued Aurora, speaking to herself, still with a bowed face and sobbing breath.

ARNOLD ...!!

Aurora choked, surprised that the door of the room was re-opened in a very rude way. He raised his gaze, and saw a terrifying figure standing before the door. A man of great stature was gallant, with dark skin, a red look of eyes, and a pair of black wings and claws on both feet like eagle claws but large. In both hands the man carried a tray of apparently frozen wheat bread, and a cup of water that was also half frozen.

Because of the high stature of the creature or figure, making him have to lower his head to be able to enter the room. With a sinister, heavy and low intonation he spoke, "you should thank His Majesty Astaroth for his concern for you," while putting the tray on the cold floor just like rough like feeding a pet.

After which, the tall, large man walked out of the room, before finally the door of the room again closed violently and the magic barrier activated again, leaving the Aurora alone inside a very dark and not vast vacuum.

***

Standing in the coldness of the enormous and majestic throne room with light blue jewel ornaments on the ceiling, and huge pillars made of extremely sturdy ice. Prince Asta stood in front of one of the many large windows in the throne room alone. The black-colored crown he was wearing seemed to sparkle when exposed to the reflection of light from the many shining gems in the room. The armor as well as the black-colored robe he was wearing also looked very gallant, making him have a stature that could be said to be perfect as a prince in the eyes of a layman.

Both of Asta's irises are bright blue, signifying his current calm and less raging mood. His handsome paras looked extremely cold, with a flat gaze looking at the view of the heavy snowfall outside the palace window. All he saw was white and light blue, the color of snow and ice that filled the country.

"How, Baltazhar?" cetus Asta, speaking alone, before finally a black-robed man with a dark aura enveloping his body suddenly appeared like dust that clumped right behind Asta.

"Your allies and troops are ready whenever you want, Your Majesty. Although they had difficulty entering this world, yet His Majesty Asmodeus had been willing to help by opening a portal between the two worlds." The black-robed man with an invisible form and face covered in dark clothes spoke and answered the question.

Baltazhar lowered his head and replied, "there are two things, Your Majesty."

"Say name!" pinta Asta immediately with a view back thrown towards the outside of the window.

"He did not want to delay the plan for too long, and did not want to repeat the same mistakes that Lucifer had made a century ago." Baltazhar slightly raised his head but still with his gaze inclined to bow, speaking in reply to the edict of Prince Asta.

"And the second, he said this is our chance to be able to control the main continent, namely the Central Continent," continued Baltazhar with low and flat intonation.

Prince Asta glanced back, and asked again, "why do you think it should be the Middle Continent?"

Baltazhar seemed a little downcast and replied based on personal opinion, "because if we manage to take control of the continent, we will get a crucial position with a huge advantage to continue to rule the other continent, Your Majesty."

"If it is like that, what kingdom do you think will make it difficult for us?" sahut Asta, asked again and seemed curious about the opinion of one of his men.

Baltazhar was silent for a moment with a little surprise to hear Prince Asta who wanted to hear his answer and opinion on the matter. With all due respect, even he did not dare to raise his gaze to look directly at the figure of Asta who stood behind him. Baltazhar replied, "based on the data and facts, my answer is the Kingdom of Zephyra, Your Majesty."

"More considering they have the heir to a precious jewel of nature, whose power once defeated our former ally Lucifer and his demon army" Baltazhar said.

Prince Asta let out a long sigh hearing the answer as well as the opinion of one of his men. The glances of both irises of his blue eyes looked really sharp, and were followed by him who suddenly muttered one sentence, "he .. the possessor of the forces of nature."

"Make sure King Asmodeus knows the important things about the heir to the natural jewel, Baltazhar. After that, I want you to take on a special mission from me, which is to find out about the existence of that natural gem right now, and anything about it," astaroth continued with both irises slowly turning into a bright red color.

"We can't close our eyes about her whereabouts," Asta continued with low intonation and a sharp gaze burning red with flames.

Baltazhar lowered his head and replied, "well, Your Highness," before then his body turned into a dark gray fluttering that clumped, and vanished just like that from there.