Hans looked at Damontry, who forced a smile as he smiled until his eyes narrowed.
"Oh sure."
He bent down and walked over.
"It was an honor to meet you, Your Highness, Princess. It is an honor for me to pick you up in my carriage."
He finished his sentence, getting straight again.

"Yeah, yeah, Spencer, I'm going home."
She said turning to go, and Spencer pulled her out of her dress.
"No, young lady, there is no going back now."
He said to make Damontry look at him as if she was about to cry.
"I understand your fear of me, Your Highness."
He looked at his clothes before replying.
"This is all I actually own. Also, you may find my work disgusting, but this cart is my livelihood, and as for my appearance, my eyes have been injured in the war of kingdoms and also lost my feet."
He lifted his pants to show his wooden leg.
"In my youth I volunteered in the army of the kingdom of Guardion and was a guard for Prince Gerald in his youth. Your grandfather the king protected my grandson in the palace after I lost my family, my wife, my son and his wife to the war so I really owe him, it is an honor for me to help his granddaughter as a favor."
He bowed again with difficulty, and Damontry picked up his shoulder to put him straight again.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm really sorry."
She said in a guilty tone, with a small frown on her lips.
"It's okay my daughter, call me Uncle Hans."
He said to nodded Damontry with a smile.
"Well, then, we must set off to arrive on time. The time difference between us and them is already 4 hours, meaning that it is eight for them now, come on."
He said to turn Damontry to Spencer.
"Then, bye-bye Spencer!"
Spencer slipped his hand into his undergarment pocket and pulled out a tiny cage containing the spider ven, "You forgot that!".
Damontry picked it up to snap Spencer's fingers and the cage disappears.
Don't worry, he is with you wherever you need him.
Damontry's lips curved slightly to hesitate
"W-Bye-bye."
Spencer picked up her hand and spoke with a calm smile, "Not goodbye, miss, but goodbye, my trust has been placed in you by Damontry, don't let us down."
He looked at her, keeping the same smile as she looked before Damontry smiled, as tears gathered in her eyes and her vision was blurred.
" you are right ".
She wiped her eyes lightly before blinking.
See you, Spencer.

Then she headed toward the carriage to whisper Spencer.
"Bye bye, Damontry"

She was about to climb into the trunk of the cart before Hans objected.
"Where are you going, miss? It is not right for you to ride in the trunk. You will ride next to me."
"Is this safe?"
Spencer asked.
"Don't worry, the road to the kingdom is almost empty, rarely anyone passes for inspection."
He told Damontry to nodded and got up next to the driver's seat.
"Goodbye, old man."
Hans said jokingly Spencer.
"Man, I've been dead for a long time already, who is the old one of us now?"
Spencer chuckled lightly before hugging him and saying goodbye, and Hans headed to his carriage.
Hans got up to start the carriage, and Damontry gave Spencer one last look through the glass before he set off on the journey.
And here the chariot takes its first step out of the woods to the kingdom of Guardion.

After an hour of driving, Damiontry strayed by way through the window.
Hans spoke, breaking the stifling silence.
"So, miss, how old are you?"
"I don't really know uncle Hans, but I've lived a long time."
She said to laugh at the end of her sentence sarcastically before commenting.
"Maybe ten centuries and eight hundred or nine hundred I've lost count at six hundred, I thought I wouldn't live much longer in that dungeon anyway."
"So you're nineteen for us humans, about my grandson's age, you should get married later."
He said to Damontry to laugh lightly, keeping Uncle Hans
"Only if it's exciting."
Uncle Hans giggled.
"By the way, where is your grandson, Mr. Hans?"
"It's somewhere in the royal palace, I really don't know."
"Why didn't you look for him!"
Damontry asked.
"He doesn't want to live with me. Palace life is better for him anyway. The last time I saw him was when he was seventeen. He refused to come back with me, saying I gave him up. He's just a little boy who knows nothing."

"What! What a fool, who abandons his family, I don't really understand you humans, I wish I had a member of my family alive that I would stick to forever."
Damontry spoke with a slightly resentful expression.
"This is the nature of men, Miss Damontry. They hate those they love and vice versa. They do not see the nature of things the first time."

"I promise you, Mr. Hans, that when I enter the palace I will find your grandson and kick him back in the butt."
She clenched her fist to make Mr. Hans laugh
"You really are a good girl, Miss Damontry."
They kept chatting for a while until the fog began to increase in the area and the vision became obsolete.
Damontry's lens in the distance catches a small car wrecked on the side of the road with two men standing outside.
Strangeness began to possess her, and she signaled to Uncle Hans to approach, to raise the robe over her head, concealing all her features.
"What is going on?"
Mr. Hans spoke as the two men turned to him.
"They are soul eaters, it seems that the carriage driver was in violation or owned a valuable thing, and his luck did not align with him, the soul eaters did their job."
Someone spoke to move away from the cart, showing what was inside.
The driver was sitting in his seat, his skin so white as a lifeless dry peach, he learned that feeling when you've been in the water for too long and your skin wrinkled, well, that's a lot worse while his eyes were next to him on the seat.
Damontry leaned slightly forward to be able to see, her eyes shook at the ugliness of the corpse as her cold heart throbbed with fear.
"It looks like they're roaming the area."
The other guy spoke.
This seemed unsettling, thought Damontry.
He had hardly completed his sentence, but spectra of black appeared coming from a distance.
"God, good luck, man."
He said it so that he and his colleague turned into wolves and ran away into the woods.
Hans looked up to find the phantoms filling the sky above them, and, in awe, he moved his seat to reveal the trunk of the car, whispering.
"Your Highness, quickly, hide behind."
Damontry quickly climbed into the box, and Mr. Hans put the seat back in its place.

He looked again in front of him to widen his eyes when he found that the ghosts descended to the ground and turned into humans wearing black robes, numbering five people surrounding the carriage.
One of them approached from the right of the car, put his hand on the windshield, and began walking to Hans' window, making a thick creaking sound to break the silence of the murderous fog.

Damontry peeked out of a small hole in the box and her heart was about to jump to her throat from the force of its pulse.

That person came close to knocking on Mr. Hans' window, and the others circled the car.
Hans opened the window with the arm of his hand, his complexion as pale as if he had seen death.

"What do you have here?, human."
He spoke in his dark voice like the hiss of snakes.
Spirit eaters are the only creatures that can recognize humans or any other creatures by smell.
"I have an order of meat for King Francois."
Hans swallowed his saliva, resisting the turbulence of his body, took out a paper from his pocket containing the order, and gave it to the soul-eater who had taken it without looking at it and seized it to fall into ashes.
And Mr. Hans, his throat dries up again, that does not bode well!

"Check the cart."
He snarled at his followers as he turned away from the window.

Damontry's eyes widened in terror, not knowing what to do, and the smell here was deadly.
Mr. Hans got out of his carriage with a fright, chanting with trembling breaths.
"Why sir, I mean- I mean the meat will spoil if you're late and-"
He was interrupted forcefully by the sentence "Christian searched the box!".
One of them came forward with a long body to remove the covering from his head, showing off his blond hair that belonged to a young man whose features were sharp as bricks. As soon as Damontry saw him coming towards her, her eyes turned black as an instinctive reaction when she felt danger. For her luck, the smell of meat covers her smell, but what is the point, but what is the point? box.
Cristian slowly approaches the chest, dragging a giant axe behind him, and Damontry doesn't even know where he got it from, she will die at any moment but worse will devour her soul or slash it to pieces and join the meat in the boxes.
She hasn't finished her thoughts of death yet because a Christian named has opened the box.

She hasn't finished her thoughts of death yet because a Christian named has opened the box.

Nothing but foul-smelling meat boxes!

He moved his eyes between the boxes with sharply knotted eyebrows before quickly closing the box to the filth of the smell.
"Nothing, Commander."
Christian shouted at her.

Uncle Hans' eyes widened secretly, the commander raised an eyebrow and then looked at Hans in disapproval before answering.
"Then go!"
And he hit the roof of the cart to turn into a cute he and his followers Uncle Hans moved away from them under their watch, he quickly drove the cart with raging nerves.
He will surely lose his mind, how did he find nothing? Did you get out of the box? And he can't stop to check it out now under their watch.

Damontry rubbed her nose lightly with the exhaust of the car crashing in her face and the smell of spent fuel, she was clinging upside down on the bottom of the car, fortunately for her to turn and open the floor of the car to go down and pull out a box covering the hole, she will apologize to Uncle Hans later for spoiling his car.

After the cart had left the area and entered the confines of the kingdom of Guardion, Uncle Hans stopped anxiously at the side of the road to quickly dismount and open the trunk of the cart, and he found Damontry sitting in the trunk with her feet outstretched and leaning lightly on one of the trunks.
Uncle Hans walked away from the box in horror
"What!, K-How is that?!"
Damontry lowered her feet to the ground and stood up lightly.
"My bones hurt."
She said cracking the bones of her back and moving her hands back and forth.
"Where have you been, Miss Damontry?!"
Hans said frightened.
"You'd better not teach Uncle Hans, let's go, I'm tired."
She made her way and climbed into the seat next to the driver, watching Uncle Hans fall to the ground.
Then they headed to the palace square.

The closer they got, the more huge buildings, small houses, people in disguise, and small children grew. This was like a human Halloween party.

Damontry stared in amazement at what was around her.
"Well, now I am asserting that I am ignorant!"

After some hardship, Mr. Hans stopped at the palace gate, said goodbye to Damontry, and then left.
When she turned to meet the gate she was surprised by a person dressed as a spirit eater pushing her hard against a wall behind her.
Her eyes widened in terror before that person removed the head covering from Damontry at the same time as his.

" Oh My God !! ".