The Enchanting Witch// Magi•Sinbad

•chapter 7•

The Sindrian air is thick with joy and the sound of festive music as the people of Sindria party the night away. The smell of the southern creature know as the Narwhal filled my senses, either grilled, fried, stewed, it was everywhere.

It has been 2 weeks since Judal and I's little visit to this country and they are still as cheerful as ever, the events caused by us obviously not causing them any distress.

"Are these people always drunk? Why are they celebrating only days after what we did? It's quite unsettling really, I was hoping to see some panic tonight," I said to Judal as he came back from a bustling stand with two large glasses filled with wine.

"Well you feel it, don't you master?" Handing me my drink as we walk through the festival, drawing in the citizens and tourists attention since we stood out. Well mostly because I showed 0% of my skin, as I hide under my hooded purple cloak, as women walked around bearing all, even Judal showed more. But then again if I was to remove my cloak I would just draw in even more attention for myself.

"If you're talking about all the glares I'm receiving from these breathing pieces of trash you call women, then yes. Back in Kou the women would show me great respect as your subordinate, since they didn't wish to bed you. But I guess Sindrian ladies have too much hope in their hearts to think they had a chance with you," I snarled.

Judal laughed at my bitter words, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me in to whisper into my ear. "Master, your not jealous now are you?"

"Oh please, I was simply answering your question you silly boy. The radiance of that King is overwhelming and sickening, all these citizens are possessed by hope," both stopping in front of the doors of the palaces elegant gates, Judal offers me his arm, which I gladly accept. "And whether that hope is false or not is yet to be discovered."

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"-please raise your glasses to welcome our guest from Kou, the Great High Priest Judal, who has traveled to help our country maintain its state of peace. So instead of dwelling in the past we must push forward into the future and grow together, reaching for our destiny's until we can grasp it. Now, may we all party as one, cheers."

"CHEERS," the huge crowd of people cheer, warmed by their Kings words, only encouraging them to drink away their problems and distracting them with flashy show boating. Does any one here have a conscience of there own?

Basking in the sight of his prosperous nation, the ruler of the Seven Seas Alliance and King of Sindria turns his head to Judal, who was currently cringing next to him at his sappy speech.

"Again, thank you for accepting my request in my country's time of need, it is clear I can rely on," Sinbad gave his signature fake ass smile only causing Judal to roll his eyes having known Sinbad long enough to know his tricks.

"Yeah what ever you idiot King, as long as you know that I'll be relying on you to provide me and my subordinate here a bloody good time," flicking his eyes to where I stood which was behind Judal I give a slight bow.

"How rude of me," having not have noticed me, since he was drunk and drowning in women, he begins to apologise. "Please forgive me, I am Sinbad, to be accompanying Judal you must be of great importance to him. I will do my best to ensure you both have a comfortable stay in my country. Please join my generals and I to celebrate your welcoming," not even caring to ask for my name, he leads us to a large private balcony secluded from partying citizens, before leaving us to sit with his awaiting harem in what seemed to be his own personal section.

"I hope he catches something from one of them tonight," Judal says as we make our way towards a long low rise table, which was out of the Kings eyesight, decorated with gold fruit platters, tall golden wine glasses incrusted with red gems and bottles of the finest wines. A rather rowdy group of people sat around the table upon large cushions. These people are generals?