Chapter 69 : Turmoil

"One of the port areas got blasted last night," my grandpa said as lines of apprehension appeared on his forehead. "Was it Elric?" I asked, appalled. My grandpa moved his head up and down, affirming it. "Then was it one of those weapons?" I questioned as my voice quivered. "I don't think so," Caspian answered, crossing his arms over his chest, arching an eyebrow. "This is more likely a warning." Athereld was quiet. He played with the paperweight as if he was in deep thought. "Will it be possible to detect his whereabouts from this attack?" I asked, glancing sidelong at Caspian. Caspian sighed, rubbed his neck, and said, "I doubt it. That cheeky bastard won't risk his coordinates over such a minor weapon." "Good gracious! When's all this going to end?" my uncle muttered, heaving an exhausted sigh. Wary settled in my bones as the atmosphere turned chilly. "The shrine wishes to bless you two after your marriage," my grandfather said, changing the subject. "Did you agree to