The Trapped Princess
The Power of Princess Eleanor

"Eat first, Your Majesty." Gentala shifted the mountainous fruits towards Ara. "Your Majesty needs strength to help them."

Ara stared at the mountain of various fruits, "Gentala how did you get this much fruit? Did you leave me while I was meditating?"

"No, Your Grace. The servant plucked it from here, for the servant did not depart from His Majesty's side."

Ara did not understand Gentala's words, how can Gentala pick that much fruit if his body does not move even a little beside him?

"How is that possible?"

Gentala looked Ara in the eyes, "it's certainly quite possible because of the king's servant of all dragons, Your Majesty."

Ara tried to grab the green grapes that were closest to her, carefully so that the mountains would not collapse.

"It won't collapse Your Majesty" Gentala said as if knowing the contents of Ara's mind.

Ara stared at the mountain while grabbing the wine she wanted to eat, and sure enough not to collapse even falter no, it was all still in place. Ara was staring at the green grapes in her hands, the fruit was ripe and large, looking very fresh, really tempting. Ara plucked one fruit from her twig and put it in her mouth, unconsciously revealing her smile. Fresh and sweet flavors unite to meet the senses of taste.

"Thank you Gentala, if only I could do it like you, I would be so happy, I would" Ara said as she continued to put wine in her mouth.

"Who said Your Majesty couldn't?"

Ara glared in surprise, "uhukk..uhukk..."

"Your Majesty doesn't even need to come to the battlefield" Gentala continued without further ado.

Ara glared at Gentala, asking for an explanation while adjusting her breathing which was still choking with choking.

"Hamba will give an explanation after His Majesty spends it all," Gentala said as he glanced at the mountain of fruit that was still perched beautifully.

"But Gentala, I really have to help them as soon as possible, I'm afraid it's too late."

"Then spend it quickly, Your Majesty."

Ara looked at Gentala with a pleading gaze, but Gentala seemed to have not heeded her gaze. Ara tried to twist her brain, so that she could devour all the fruits before her in a short time. Ara started to close his eyes, using the energy still left in his body, he started to absorb the natural energy within the cave, and made use of it to activate the core energy of the red clan he had just obtained.

The energy rotation was felt within Ara's body, like a cyclone growing bigger and bigger, spinning in all directions. Ara's body felt very hot as if burning fire, he tried his hardest to stay focused and control the extremely ferocious energy core within his body.

"I just want to gobble it up!" ara shouted along with the sound of an explosion, the typhoon that had been revolving inside her, now looked out from her body, circling the towering mountain of fruit, looming high, and quickly without any cue immediately barged back into Ara.

Like drinking juice in an unusually large volume, Ara felt a variety of fruit flavors enter her, breaking through every vein and making herself regain energy quickly. His body felt fresh like a recharged battery, his focus grew sharper and his senses were functioning exceptionally well.

"Your Majesty, it is time for His Majesty to help them. Refocus Your Majesty's senses, absorbing the natural energy that exists in the portico activates the core energy. Then track using His Majesty's senses until His Majesty can find the battleground, recognize it precisely, one of which is by recognizing the aura of someone who might be on the battlefield," Gentala gave a straightforward hint that was immediately followed by Ara.

"Know the aura of someone who might be on the battlefield, Your Majesty."

The words of Gentala made Ara think quickly, the ring belonging to General Arion and the same royal necklace belonging to Prince Elrick were still attached to her body, he scanned the auras left behind in the two objects using his energy, and began to search for identical auras on the map appearing before him.

Naughtiness!

Ara searched and continued to repeat her search, but still there was no result, like being in a different world, she did not find an identical energy aura at all. As fatigue began to approach and the word surrender was about to come out of her mouth, Ara saw a gigantic protective layer that resembled a transparent magic ball, with a colorful lightning-like energy sting propagating all over its surface.

Ara walked up to him curiously, her energy fragments forming a light soul figure, now she floated close to the giant magic ball.

"What's going on? Why can't we get through it at all?"

Ara stopped right in front of the magic ball, she saw some people dressed in all white look confused and panicked, two of them looked unconscious with traces of blood in their mouths.

"Don't touch or use energy, for a while we observe first," said the bearded old geezer who looked solemnly observing the surface of the magic ball.

"Okay, elders" they answered simultaneously.

"Call all the white clans that still exist at the top of the sacred mountain, it seems that we should prepare for the worst," the elder ordered again, saying, which was followed by the departure of two young men with a flying wolf, smaller than Luke and Alardo but still looks amazing in the eyes of Ara.

"Gentala, why did they go to tell you? Can't they use telepathy?" ask Ara to Gentala.

The fragment of Gentala's aura was now approaching Ara, she seemed to fly around the surface of the magic ball, and returned to Ara's side.

"Your Majesty, this protective layer is a trap made with dark force, anyone who touches or uses their energy, is suicidal! This layer will absorb the energy until it runs out, so the body is like an empty skeleton without a soul" reported Gentala.

"Is the battlefield within this layer?" asked Ara again curious.

"Hamba cannot confirm His Majesty, but it seems most likely to be true" said Gentala, who was not even sure of his own words.

"What's this?"

Ara's heart trembled at the familiar male voice, she looked at the origin of the voice and her vision would never go wrong.

"Our respect Your Majesty the King, Queen and Queen Mother," the voice of the white clan sounded loudly echoing.

Ara took a few steps back and observed them, "Gentala, they must all be in danger because the leaders of the kingdoms are not in place."

Ara tried to get rid of the pain in her heart and refocused on her main goal of helping. "Sir, is there any way to break this layer?"