Questing Sucks! Book II Read Online Free

picked up the scattered documents off the floor and set them back down on the table. Every so often, when Sehn was sure that no one looked his way, he would slide his arm forward and intentionally knock a few papers back down.
    “That’s odd,” Patrick mumbled to himself as he passed by Sehn’s chair. He bent down and scooped up a handful of documents. “I could’ve sworn I put the rebuilding estimates back over by Seehara.”
    Sehn laughed. “Maybe you’re losing your sanity, cowardly prince.”
    Patrick looked at the documents in his hands then back at Sehn. He squinted. “Perhaps,” he said in a suspicious whisper.
    By noon, the meeting was ready to continue. Sehn hoped it would be over with quickly. He hated meetings. In fact, he hated anything that involved being surrounded by people. Unless, of course, those very same people were only there to praise and worship him, and thus far, not one sacrifice had been made in Sehn’s glorious honor. Not even one. Someone was going to be killed for this. He would see to it.
    Once everyone had retaken their seats and were served various beverages, Saerith said, “I think we can continue now, yes, Patrick?”
    The prince nodded. “Yes, I think we may.” He rested his palms on the table and appeared to brace himself. Patrick waited for the few remaining whispers to dull before speaking.
    “Now, I know this isn’t an easy topic to discuss, but the sooner we act then the sooner we can all rest easy. It’s imperative that we decide here and now what we’re to do with the Item.”
    At these words, Sehn watched as all present turned in their seats to look at the man with the catlike eyes. Only Alan and Saerina kept their focus on the prince.
    “Sehn,” Patrick continued, “I know you view this…being as your personal slave, servant, or whatever ridiculous title you’ve come up with, but it is far too dangerous for one lone elf to control. We need to either kill it or put it someplace where it cannot be of any trouble to us.”
    “I agree,” Saerina said. She turned her cold, uncaring eyes on Sehn. It made him uncomfortable; there was something about the Elven Princess that didn’t sit right with him. “The thing obeys your commands, does it not?” she asked. “Order it to execute itself. And if it cannot do that, then order it to allow us to destroy it.”
    Voices from most of those gathered in this meeting chimed in with approval. And not just the Kingdom officials, either. Cah’lia surprised Sehn, voicing her own agreement at the idea of killing the Champion.
    “She’s right,” Cah’lia said. “We need to get rid of it. It seems like you were able to harm it, so it shouldn’t be too much of an issue to ask it to die.” She narrowed her eyes at the Item. “I’ll do the job myself if needed.”
    Sehn felt an odd flurry of emotions. On the one hand, he wanted to commend Cah’lia for her ruthlessness, but a deeper part of him was, for a reason he couldn’t grasp, revolted by her words. Not because of what she wanted to do, of course, as murdering a—currently—defenseless life ranked high on Sehn’s list of commendable acts. So why, then? He didn’t know.
    Despite the Champion’s usefulness and power, Sehn knew how dangerous he was. Though, not that it mattered to him, because he alone was more dangerous than a million Champions combined. But regardless of his own Godly power, his mind repeatedly flashed back to the horrific battle. Even now, unburied bodies littered the valley beyond Hahl in a trail that led as far back as to the base of a few of the nearest mountains. And why? What cause was there for all the slaughter? Was it really all because of these ‘Items’?
    “I don’t see anyone disagreeing,” Saerith said. “Then let’s consider this matter settled then, shall we? Sehn, order your beast to die or to allow itself to be executed.”
    “Do not presume to tell me what to do,” Sehn demanded. “Perhaps the one the Great Sehn will