In a couple of minutes Joana and Ethan were already done with eating, their plates licked clean. Their eyes were watery, begging Cassio for more food."Hehe," Cassio chuckled to himself as he raised his chin in pride, his eyes gazing at Joana with triumphant."Please I want to eat more!" Ethan begged as he dropped to his kneels, his voice becoming surprisingly feminine.Cassio was disgusted and waved his hands, "Stop that already. It's gross.""But...but..." Ethan muttered sadly."Can I have one more plate?" Joana asked as she stared at the big plate of food on Cassio's laps."Funny enough, you're not been honourable," Cassio said. "I won, remember? You brought the betting terms."Of course Cassio forgot about the kissing part but Joana remembered everything and blushed deeply."What?" Cassio asked in a puzzled manner as he stared at Ethan who looked as if he had swallowed a bar of soap. "Why are you looking at me like that? You don't want her to kowtow to me?""N-not that..." Ethan w

After having a hearty breakfast of steamed buns and roasted tilapia fish, Cassio sat down in the chair to properly digest the food. Joana was doing the housework so he was relieved that he could rest his mind without getting distracted. The bad news? Joana was almost done.With that short period of time Cassio decided to contemplate his existence without necessarily triggering a brain splitting migraine. He decided to think but not think too much about the matter.First of all, where do I come from? Cassio thought within himself, his eyebrows squeezed. I have gleaned that I am of noble blood with great cooking skills and a little combat prowess, is it possible for me to discover my place of origin looking into those aspects? If that's the case, why doesn't Ethan know how to cook or fight? Does he, like me, need something to trigger his subconscious, bringing out those inherent traits which have been buried deep within him?Cassio turned to look if Joana was done with her chores and wa

The Chaldean leader who was riding the black horse spoke in a deep voice, "Burn everyone...""You..." he pointed at another Chaldean. "Find a way to make sure that kid never gets back up.""Yes Chief!" the Chaldean nodded without any complaint even though he knew that no one would survive being hit by a poisoned arrow much less falling into a pit. It was a custom for them to burn down everything after raiding a place.The other Chaldeans nodded and immediately lit up torches and began burning everything in the village.The Chaldean took the torch and walked up to the pit where Cassio had fallen. He looked into it and saw that it was very dark inside. Slowly he threw the torch into it and walked away."Let's move before the military comes!" the Chaldean leader said as he pulled the reins. "We don't want them to get to us."The Chaldeans nodded and immediately sheathed their scythes and ran, following the Chaldean leader who was riding on his horse. There was a stampede which caused dus

Cassio was disappointed when he discovered that he was holding the last piece of strawberry. He had wanted to keep on eating forever but reality always proved to be harsh.He sighed as he popped the fruit into his mouth, licking his lips as he savoured the sweet taste of strawberry and salty delicious taste of roast meat. The combination exploded, causing his mouth to water. He didn't even know when he let out a loud belch, attracting the disgusted stares of the bodyguards and prince."I'm sorry..." he said as he kept a very straight face so that he would not look embarrassed."Whatever," Ken waved his right hand. "Let's get out of here. I don't know how you guys can comfortably eat where there are dead bodies.""..."Matthew and Thorne didn't know how to react while Cassio felt a lump in his throat.Did I just eat in the company of brutally dismembered corpses? Cassio couldn't help but feel that he had done something very embarrassing and stupid. This didn't fit his cold personality.

A middle aged man sat on a throne made of pure gold, his golden eyes gazing into the distance. Dressed in a white royal robe embroidered with golden silk, he exuded a majestic vibe which seemed unparalleled. A strand of blonde hair peeked out of the gold crown on his head, lying across his forehead. This man was seated in a large hall with white walls and gigantic white pillars. There were golden candlesticks embedded into the walls and pillars bearing white candles which burned away slowly. The floor was tiled with white marbles, displaying absolute cleaningness and reflectiveness. White banners bearing emblems of a golden beast with several heads were hung on the four walls of the hall, one behind the throne of the man. q There was a heavy knock on the door and the man said in a refined voice, "Come in." The door opened and a knight walked into the hall which was obviously the palace. He was dressed in a white outfit with a golden armour adorning him. A white hilted longsword wa