Damon had done this while risking his reputation and career a lot, but risking his life, was a whole new level to what he was used to.
His reflection had been begging him to ask for forgiveness, but it was too late for that, and if he did that, his bluff would be seen through much too quickly, and his death might be more painful.
Philip and Thalia were already closing their eyes to ignore what was going to happen if Damon were to die there and then everything that would happen.
But they didn't hear anything, even though they had been waiting for half a minute, not a single word was muttered.
Phillip opened his eyes and saw the confused look on Astirix's face as he started inspecting the ring closer.
Xandra drew closer to Astirix, "What is it?" She asked, not knowing why her grandfather stopped.
"That ring… It's strange…." He whispered as he looked at the ring before looking at Damon, still looking confident in the power that the ring held. The high mage then manages to deduce a few things from this situation.
Firstly, whatever the ring was changed, Damon. Secondly, whatever ability it held made Damon so confident to disrespect a High Mage like him alongside two of one of the best sword practitioners. And lastly, he also felt a strange power that the ring held. It wasn't filled with mana or overflowing with power, but the energy that it emitted was utterly different from the energy he knew.
The High Mage of Uldron sat down, not muttering another word. If Xandra weren't here, he would have probably rained hell upon Damon and this whole mansion, even if it meant risking his life, but with her here, she couldn't risk having her precious granddaughter even getting a scratch from his anger.
Damon smiled even though inside; he was thanking the god and his angels that he was still alive, not burnt to a crisp. "I would also like to announce who I will be fighting at the end of the week." Damon continued.
"And who would that be?" Phillip asked, hoping that all of this would end, or else he might die of a heart attack.
"You." Damon said while looking at Phillip, "And considering the power that the ring holds, I would be putting a restriction on myself so I do not accidentally kill you." He continued, trying to sell the effectiveness of the ring, which he had no idea how even to use.
Philip looked at the ring, wanting to know what it was and what made his meek and weak brother suddenly so confident.
And why was Damon so confident of beating Phillip even without the ring? "Do you even know how good I am? I am a graduate, unlike you. You are not even at the age to be qualified to study at the fighting academy, so how are you expecting to fight against me in a swordfight?" He asked.
Damon shook his head, "I don't want to fight in a sword fight; let's fight fairly, with only our hands and legs and what has been given to us by nature. Of course, you can always decline since you can always *cheat* by using a sword." He said.
Phillip was about fuming on the inside and was about to blow up but controlled himself in front of the guest, "Whooo… Fine. I hope you don't regret all of your big talk when we fight."
Damon nodded before standing, "Well, I guess my job here is done." He continued before walking out, leaving the guest and his siblings at the table.
As he walked up the stairs, Astirix turned to Phillip, "When did he get the ring… No, where did he get it?" He asked, highly interested in the origin of the ring.
"The last time I saw him using the ring was yesterday," Thalia said before leaving the table.
Phillip coughed to fill the awkwardness in the area, "I am very sorry for the extreme inconvenience and the disrespect that Damon has given to both of you. I truly am. He has been acting differently since yesterday." He added.
"So it's true…" Astirix muttered, as what Phillip said confirmed his suspicion; the ring indeed did change Damon's demeanour. "Phillip, can we stay till the end of the week? I would like to see the fight."
Philip nodded, "Of course. And I guarantee that you wouldn't have to deal with whatever that happened today."
Xandra remained quiet and agreed with her grandfather's decision, as she was also wondering why Damon had changed.
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"Are you crazy???!" The reflection shouted at Damon.
"I have it under control," Watts replied, sitting down on the bed and taking off his suit.
"No! You have just challenged Phillip!! And why are you lying!!! If one of your lies is proven wrong, everything else will crumble!" The reflection continued, scared at what was going to happen next.
"In this situation, I can either play it safe, or I can play it dangerous and reap better rewards." Damon continued.
"But this involves your life!!!" The reflection shouted, scratching his hair as he couldn't read what was on Damon's mind even though the both of them were somehow connected to memory.
"Trust me… I know what I am doing." Damon continued before taking a bottle of wine and putting it beside him before taking out a long rope and hiding it under his blanket.
The reflection shook his head; he couldn't trust a word that came out of Damon, "I need an explanation."
Damon sighed, trying to control his anger, "Fine… If I were to live, it would be better that they think highly of me than me being useless, and this would also give me a bit of protection. Why would they try to kill someone that they think would kill them?" He explained.
"But that would only work if you survive the fight with Phillip! How are you supposed to fight anyone, especially Phillip!! He is an academy graduate!!"
"I have already told you. I know what to do. And I would like you to leave me alone for a while because I think that Phillip would want me to be punished for what has just happened, and since he is probably too tired… Edmund is probably on his way here." He said before he heard steps getting closer to the door of his room.
Edmund knocked on the door, "Young Master Damon, Phillip has given me a message to give to you." He said.Damon replied as fast as he could, "Sure, just hold on!" He replied while taking the bottle of wine and rope that he had hidden under his blanket and placing it behind the door before opening it.As Damon looked at Edmund's face, it was clear that he wasn't here to talk, "Your brother has been very disappointed with your actions today, and so is your sister. He has sent me, to correct your behavior." He told before cracking his knuckles."And does that correcting include beating me up?" Damon asked, even though he knew the answer."Perhaps," Edmund replied, causing Damon to smile and reach out for the wine bottle that was behind the door.Edmund looked at Damon, wondering what he was reaching for, before he felt his face crash with a glass bottle of wine pouring on his face, "Ahhh!" He shouted; he could feel the shattered glass piercing his skin, causing blood to trickle down his
Shayla woke up in her small thin bed, 'Weird…' She thought.She had constantly been awoken by the other maids normally, but today, none of them did. As she stared out of her window, she could also see that it was a bit late for her to wake up and do her job, 'So why didn't anyone wake me up?' She thought again before getting up from her bed and quickly changed before exiting her room, where she saw one of the other maids that she worked with frequently scurrying off.She followed her, running towards where the maid ran to as she wanted to find out where she was going and what had happened.As she exited the hall where the maids and the butler usually hung out to get their daily dose of fellowship and news updates, she heard some of them talking, "Have you heard what the youngest master did? I heard he hung Edmund upside down! Can you believe it?""No way, Edmund? He is built like a tree and probably has a strength of a bear.""It's true! I can vouch for it. I saw it happened with my o
Phillip stood in front of the bed that Edmund was lying on, covered with countless wraps of magical herbs, and despite its undisputable quality, it was still taking time to heal his butler. "It seems that our little brother has broken him beyond anything he has gone through," Thalia said as she walked behind him, looking at Edmund."He will be fine; he just needs a few more days to recover," Phillip replied, looking at the other maids replacing the herbs that were on his body with new and fresh herbs."Maybe. But his mind will be broken, and it will remain that way." She muttered before walking out of the room.Phillip then looked at Edmund again, shaking his head, still couldn't believe what he had seen yesterday, 'What is that ring?' He thought, realizing that this match against his brother, which he had been so confident about defeating, might be more complicated than he first expected.But even though he knew the risk, it made him much more curious; he wanted to know how powerful
"I know you are expecting me to say yes. But all I feel is he got heavier. And he also knows how to use it to his advantage, but his physical strength has not improved." Edmund responded.Philip shook his head, "If you say so… But I feel that there is definitely something more." He said before Edmund jolted in pain and lay on the bed again.The maids were quick to tend Edmund, helping him put on the bandages and the herbs around where his body was still hurt."You need to rest," Philip said before heading for the door to exit and leaving Edmund to be taken care of more attentively."Sir. Are you sure you want to fight him? How long do we have to do this?" Edmund asked.Philip stopped before gesturing to the maids to level the room, leaving both him and Edmund alone. "We don't have a choice. Thalia, she…" Philip said before stopping as he heard murmurs out of the door. "You know why we have to do this. Let's not talk about it anymore." He continued before walking out.The maids walked
Damon smiled as he maintained eye contact with Philip, "If I wasn't confident in defeating you, I wouldn't have chosen to fight you anyways."Philip looked at Damon shaking his head, "How are you gonna defeat me with the body of yours? You won't be able to land any hits on me."Damon shook his head while maintaining eye contact, causing Philip to feel a bit weak for some reason he didn't know, causing him to look away to break the awkwardness. Upon seeing this, he smiled.Damon was fighting against a skilled fighter that actually fought in fights that could kill him, and he needed everything in his arsenal to survive. And the eye contact was part of the staredown, which most fighters back on earth would do to get into the opponent's head.And as far as he knew, he had defeated Philip mentally, and all he needed to do was beat him physically."Are both of you ready?" The guard in the middle asked.Phillip nodded before Damon shook his head, "Before this fight, I would like to propose a
The darkness enveloped him like a thick, suffocating blanket, smothering all light and hope. All five senses he had when he was alive were gone; he couldn't see, hear, touch, smell, or taste. All he had was his mind. And all he could do was ponder and think about what had happened to him.And even though he had all the time to think about everything he had ever done, only one memory lingered, one that caused his eventual downfall.It all started when he won the Presidential election for the second time. The news reporter's voice filled his mind, "To exceed the father's legacy, President Damon Watts has won the Presidential election again, winning 304 electoral votes and doing what his father could not do."He smiled, turning off the news on his smartphone before opening the car window and waving to his supporters. Armored vehicles filled with secret service agents were put in place to protect him, and his supporters screamed his name even though the sun was brightly shining on them.S
Damon couldn't believe what he saw upon opening his eyes again. Everywhere he looked, everything seemed unfamiliar, foreign even. And to top it off, there was a full set of armor in his room, along with other items that looked too lavish to be called bedroom decor. He had been into many lavish rooms and houses, and this one easily tops it all.As he stood up, Damon realized something strange - his legs and body were completely healed, despite feeling like he had just been through a brutal beating. To confirm his suspicion, he removed his shirt and inspected his body. Much to his surprise, there wasn't even a hint of a bruise or scratch on his skin. Yet despite this, his body still looked pale and skinny, like a twig that had been withered by the harsh winter winds.But the biggest shock came when he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. "Holy mother of Lincoln... That's not even me!" he exclaimed in disbelief. His face looked almost a decade younger than he was, and the facial
A stick holding the weight of a large boulder. This was what Damon was thinking at that time. It was impossible for a woman that slender to stop a punch that heavy. But if his memory served him right, that wasn't just any woman; that was his sister, Thalia Wyne; she was one of the candidates for inheriting the role of patriarch.For all he knew, she might have been the strongest female that he had ever met.Edmund quickly turned from a tiger to a gentle bulldog, immediately retrieving his punch and lowering his head.He even hid his hand, which was shaking uncontrollably as if he had PTSD from a previous encounter he had with her."Thalia… How can I help you…" Phillip, who was acting like the biggest ass known to a man, suddenly turned into a choirboy in front of her while Edmund remained quiet in front, hiding behind his master with his head lowered.Damon knew that she was powerful from the memories that he had of her lingering in his mind, but to be this feared by her own brother?
Damon smiled as he maintained eye contact with Philip, "If I wasn't confident in defeating you, I wouldn't have chosen to fight you anyways."Philip looked at Damon shaking his head, "How are you gonna defeat me with the body of yours? You won't be able to land any hits on me."Damon shook his head while maintaining eye contact, causing Philip to feel a bit weak for some reason he didn't know, causing him to look away to break the awkwardness. Upon seeing this, he smiled.Damon was fighting against a skilled fighter that actually fought in fights that could kill him, and he needed everything in his arsenal to survive. And the eye contact was part of the staredown, which most fighters back on earth would do to get into the opponent's head.And as far as he knew, he had defeated Philip mentally, and all he needed to do was beat him physically."Are both of you ready?" The guard in the middle asked.Phillip nodded before Damon shook his head, "Before this fight, I would like to propose a
"I know you are expecting me to say yes. But all I feel is he got heavier. And he also knows how to use it to his advantage, but his physical strength has not improved." Edmund responded.Philip shook his head, "If you say so… But I feel that there is definitely something more." He said before Edmund jolted in pain and lay on the bed again.The maids were quick to tend Edmund, helping him put on the bandages and the herbs around where his body was still hurt."You need to rest," Philip said before heading for the door to exit and leaving Edmund to be taken care of more attentively."Sir. Are you sure you want to fight him? How long do we have to do this?" Edmund asked.Philip stopped before gesturing to the maids to level the room, leaving both him and Edmund alone. "We don't have a choice. Thalia, she…" Philip said before stopping as he heard murmurs out of the door. "You know why we have to do this. Let's not talk about it anymore." He continued before walking out.The maids walked
Phillip stood in front of the bed that Edmund was lying on, covered with countless wraps of magical herbs, and despite its undisputable quality, it was still taking time to heal his butler. "It seems that our little brother has broken him beyond anything he has gone through," Thalia said as she walked behind him, looking at Edmund."He will be fine; he just needs a few more days to recover," Phillip replied, looking at the other maids replacing the herbs that were on his body with new and fresh herbs."Maybe. But his mind will be broken, and it will remain that way." She muttered before walking out of the room.Phillip then looked at Edmund again, shaking his head, still couldn't believe what he had seen yesterday, 'What is that ring?' He thought, realizing that this match against his brother, which he had been so confident about defeating, might be more complicated than he first expected.But even though he knew the risk, it made him much more curious; he wanted to know how powerful
Shayla woke up in her small thin bed, 'Weird…' She thought.She had constantly been awoken by the other maids normally, but today, none of them did. As she stared out of her window, she could also see that it was a bit late for her to wake up and do her job, 'So why didn't anyone wake me up?' She thought again before getting up from her bed and quickly changed before exiting her room, where she saw one of the other maids that she worked with frequently scurrying off.She followed her, running towards where the maid ran to as she wanted to find out where she was going and what had happened.As she exited the hall where the maids and the butler usually hung out to get their daily dose of fellowship and news updates, she heard some of them talking, "Have you heard what the youngest master did? I heard he hung Edmund upside down! Can you believe it?""No way, Edmund? He is built like a tree and probably has a strength of a bear.""It's true! I can vouch for it. I saw it happened with my o
Edmund knocked on the door, "Young Master Damon, Phillip has given me a message to give to you." He said.Damon replied as fast as he could, "Sure, just hold on!" He replied while taking the bottle of wine and rope that he had hidden under his blanket and placing it behind the door before opening it.As Damon looked at Edmund's face, it was clear that he wasn't here to talk, "Your brother has been very disappointed with your actions today, and so is your sister. He has sent me, to correct your behavior." He told before cracking his knuckles."And does that correcting include beating me up?" Damon asked, even though he knew the answer."Perhaps," Edmund replied, causing Damon to smile and reach out for the wine bottle that was behind the door.Edmund looked at Damon, wondering what he was reaching for, before he felt his face crash with a glass bottle of wine pouring on his face, "Ahhh!" He shouted; he could feel the shattered glass piercing his skin, causing blood to trickle down his
Damon had done this while risking his reputation and career a lot, but risking his life, was a whole new level to what he was used to.His reflection had been begging him to ask for forgiveness, but it was too late for that, and if he did that, his bluff would be seen through much too quickly, and his death might be more painful.Philip and Thalia were already closing their eyes to ignore what was going to happen if Damon were to die there and then everything that would happen.But they didn't hear anything, even though they had been waiting for half a minute, not a single word was muttered.Phillip opened his eyes and saw the confused look on Astirix's face as he started inspecting the ring closer.Xandra drew closer to Astirix, "What is it?" She asked, not knowing why her grandfather stopped."That ring… It's strange…." He whispered as he looked at the ring before looking at Damon, still looking confident in the power that the ring held. The high mage then manages to deduce a few th
"What?" Philip asked with a shocked expression planted on his face. Meanwhile, Thalia kept quiet, but her widened eyes explained her shock enough.But the ones that were the most startled were the guest, they had always remembered Damon as a kind and meek boy, but now he looked confident and was already cursing in front of the elders."What?" Damon raised his left eyebrow, "I was just asking if any of you were having a good time." He continued pretending never to insult them in front of their faces.'Ahh, it's too late… He is dead,' Wyne thought as he looked at Watts, pretending to be innocent."Oh, I must have misheard then…" Philip said before he continued drinking his wine and shook his head. Everyone else did the same, acting as if Damon didn't say what he said to them.Damon smiled before picking up his fork and eating his steak slowly, knowing that they thought of him as an innocent kid who was too naive to be any worth in a family this prestigious. And therefore, they immediate
"So, is this the Wyneguard mansion?" A girl similar to Damon Wyne's age asked as she exited the carriage and stared at the large building."It's not the main family's one, but it is nearly just as important." Another man said as he walked out of it behind her; he had a beard that was neatly cut and wore an emblem on his clothing, a blue symbol that represented the Magic family of Uldor, which was one of the most powerful families in the continent from their profound magical lineage.The mansion's doors opened wide with maids and butlers walking outside before Philip and Edmund exited, walking towards one of the elders of Uldor, "High Mage, it's a pleasure for you to come here." Philip said as he bowed slightly before walking towards the High Mage Astirix Uldor."Philip Wyne? It's been a long time since we met." Astirix said as he extended his hands toward Damon and shook his hand before the High Mage stopped before looking up at one of the windows feeling as if someone was watching th
Damon walked closer to the mirror, staring back at him like a scared kid, "Who are you?" He asked."I'm… Damon Wyne." The reflection replied very slowly, struggling to talk without stuttering."That's impossible." He replied, "I am Damon Wyne. What kind of prank are you lot playing? I won't be tricked.""This is no trick… President Damon Watts." The reflection replied.Damon froze, his eyes widened, staring at the reflection, looking threatened by it. "How do you know that name?" He asked."You know mine because you saw my memory, and I see yours too." The reflection said before disappearing from the mirror.Watt's eyebrow raised before he walked towards the now empty mirror, with his reflection non-existent. He knocked on it and even looked at the back of it, but nothing; he couldn't find any trick behind what he had just witnessed.'It must be my imagination…' Watt continued before he turned to his bed to continue packing his clothes, before he jumped back in fright, shocked at what