Chapter 43: Empty-handed

Prince Noore and Old Lin stood in front of the large treehouse wrapped in colorful blossoming flowers. Green and blue summer bugs flattered around the fragrant flowers, spreading their seeds.

The scrambling sound of approaching footsteps thumped loudly in the high tree. Then the lithe figure of a young, blonde female in yellow garb, gingerly climbing down the wooden stairs entered their sight.

The female jumped down on the last step and turned, greeting them with a sunny smile that radiated off her youthful figure. Her watery gaze politely swept over Old Lin before coming to rest on Prince Noore. Instantly, her expression shifted as surprise marred her polite appearance.

"Little Ruen, we came here to find the Old Seer. I sent Paal and Yuam earlier to inform the Old Master. Is he in?" Old Lin gently smiled at the young girl that was as old as his daughter, his elderly expression filled with adoration for the child.

The girl, Ruen blinked her watery eyes, as the voice broke her trance. Blushing, she lowered her head, her face flushing at her sudden loss of composure.

"Yes, grandpa is inside waiting for you. Please follow me village head, sire." At the end, her voice lowered into a soft whisper as she addressed Prince Noore.

Prince Noore politely smiled back, nodding his head. His expression was unchanged as he intently stared at the treehouse. With anticipation and anxiety, he and Old Lin followed behind the young girl into the treehouse.

In the treehouse, an old man with gray hair and wrinkled face sat on a mat on the wooden floor, a spinning globe flashing with multiple lights in his hands. The man was dressed in large gray garments, his murky eyes an obvious indication of his lost eyesight.

This was the Old Seer for who Prince Noore had journeyed far.

The moment Old Lin entered the treehouse, he went on his knees, bowing respectfully to the Old Seer.

"My respects to you, Old Seer. I have brought an important guest who seeks your help to see you. Please forgive us for arriving without prior notice." With another deep bow, Old Lin moved to the side once the Old Seer nodded in acknowledgment.

Prince Noore who followed in, sat next to Old Lin, only politely nodding in greeting to the Old Seer.

"Grandfather, the guest does not appear to be from here and has traveled far to see you. Please do your best to help him." Ruen endearingly held onto her grandfather's right arm as she coyly requested.

"Hum! He traveled from far and you seem to be quite taken with him, asking me to do my best to help him." The Old Seer hummed angrily, pulling his arm out of her grasp in displeasure.

"Grandpa! What do you mean by taken? I am only empathic with the Sire since he came all the way here just to see you." Blushing furiously, Ruen vehemently denied the Old Seer's words, secretly glancing in Prince Noore's direction to check his reaction.

She was disappointed to find no change in his indifferent and polite expression.

"I am aware that he came to see me, which is why I have been patiently waiting for him to arrive."

"Old Seer, I have come to request your help in searching for the location of someone important. I hope that you will be able to help me. You can name your price in return for your services." Prince Noore clasped his hands in a fist, his deep voice resounding in the enclosed space.

"Searching for someone, are you? Well, who is it that you are searching for? A friend, lover, wife, or relative?" The Old Seer's voice was calm, no trace of dissatisfaction to be found on his aged face.

"I, I am searching for my future wife." Prince Noore could not decide what to address Princess Qamari, as she was neither his friend, lover, or wife.

She could be regarded as a relative considering Princess Nari, who was his wife, was her cousin. However, he did not consider Princess Nari as his wife just as he did not accept Princess Qamari as his cousin's wife. Therefore, he went with future wife.

Ruen, who was eavesdropping on the conversation was instantly crestfallen, the shy smile on her face falling at his declaration.

'He already had someone he liked. Of course, he would. Who would not like such a good-looking man.' She bitterly thought in her heart, her head lowering into her chest, her lips turning bloodshot from her biting.

The Old Seer sensed his granddaughter's despondency but made no attempt to console her. Some dreams and desires were impossible to accomplish. It was best for her to wake up sooner rather than later.

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"Future wife, is it? Well, what is your future wife's name?" The spinning globe rose in the air, the colorful glowing and shining lights enveloping the tree in their brilliance.

"Princess Qamari." His deep voice rang out in the silent tree, stirring the globe into spinning faster and glowing brighter.

There was a strange gleam in Prince Noore's eyes as his gaze fixed on the globe, his heart beating fast and hard with excitement, as he waited for the globe to show him what he wanted to know.

To show him the power that would allow him to rule over the seven realms.

As the globe reeled faster and faster, the Old Seer's face scrunched in pain, his hands trembling.

Bang!

In the next instant, with a loud bang, the globe exploded into pieces, showering glass and light onto the spectators' faces.

Prince Noore immediately swept his sleeve, using his internal strength to push the flying shreds to the opposite direction, as Old Lin stared with wide eyes at the never before seen occurrence.

"Puffff!"

The Old Seer sprayed a mouthful of blood, shreds, and pieces of glass piercing his flesh as he shielded his granddaughter.

The explosion soon died out, displaying the miserable appearance of the bleeding elder with glass shreds sticking out of his body, and Prince Noore and Old Lin's pale faces. In the sudden unexpected accident, the Old Seer, who used his body as a shield for his grandchild, was the most severely injured.

"Grandfather! Grandfather! Are you okay?" Ruen cried grievously as she held the collapsing body of her grandfather with trembling hands, unrestrained tears streaming down her pale face.

"In my many years of peeking into the secrets of the heavens, the explosion of the magical globe had never happened before. Where ever the Princess Qamari you are seeking for is at, it is definitely not a place where ordinary people can enter and leave. Unless she herself comes out, you will never be able to reach or find her." Gasping painfully, the Old Seer sadly shook his head before fainting, passing out.

Prince Noore's face turned dark and stormy with rage and fury. He had journeyed for so long and so far all for nothing. Not only was he not able to find out about Princess Qamari's location, but the Old Seer also told him that he would not be able to reach her unless she came out herself.

He could still continue to search for her, but with no direction or idea of a place to start, how could he ever make any progress? In the seven realms of the Asirian Universe, she could be anywhere. Continuing with such an aimless search would be meaningless.

What kind of fiendish place was she at for even a Seer to fail in locating her?

Thinking of the last time he saw the princess, he wondered if she was perhaps in a magical dimension.

Sighing dejectedly, he briefly glanced at the weeping girl and passed out Old Seer, before turning and indifferently striding out of the treehouse, without sparing Old Lin a glance. Walking out of the settlement, he swiftly left the dense forest.

"What a wasted trip!" Prince Noore banged his fist onto the ancient tree, his face was red with anger.

He could not find any clue about Princess Qamari, so his dream to rule the seven realms shattered before it could even be implemented. The only thing he could do now, was to return to the imperial capital and gain control of the imperial court.

He might not have the power to become the supreme ruler of the seven realms, but he could still take the throne of the Amayan Empire.

On the bright side, however, he was relieved on knowing that his cousin would also not be able to find Princess Qamari's location as well.

With the golden sun shining on his ashy-blonde hair, Prince Noore sat on his gray Myif urging it directly into the blue sky.

"I still have a throne to win.." He ferociously growled in his heart, the violent wind relentlessly beating on his fierce face as he rushed towards the majestic aquiline imperial capital.

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