Frustration surged within Sam, and he pounded on the pillory. "Why am I sentenced to death?" he demanded, his voice echoing through the dimly lit dungeon. The princess returned with an air of authority. "You stand accused of several crimes," she declared, her tone unwavering. "First, you wielded fire magic in Rivenburg without the proper permit or citizenship. Second, you performed dangerous magic in a crowded place, endangering the lives of my citizens. And third, you showed a blatant lack of cooperation during the interrogation. The most egregious crime, however, was your indecent act toward me, a member of the royal family." Sam's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? Indecent act? When did I—" "You whistled at me and addressed me in a manner unbecoming of a commoner," Lyra interrupted, her gaze cold. "That's a crime?" Sam protested. "In the eyes of the law, it is," the princess retorted, dismissing his argument. “But –” “Gag him!” Lyra ordered. A guard quickly tied a wooden sta
In the moonlit night, Princess Lyra's anger manifested in fiery fury. As a Flammenherz sorcerer with royal lineage, she conjured a giant fireball with ease in no time. She hurled it at Rafael, who danced on a tower roof employing his jet-step. Sam, observing the spectacle from the backseat of his own mind, couldn't help but marvel at Rafael's movement; he observed it fully to be able to replicate it later. Lyra, determined to quell the chaos, pursued Rafael from roof to roof, throwing large fireballs repeatedly. However, Sam noticed that the castle seemed to withstand her attacks. It seemed like this castle was designed to resist fire magic. Sam, enjoying the ride as a spectator, saw Rafael's agility and commented in his mind, "You move like a monkey on caffeine, Rafael. This is both impressive and ridiculous." “I don’t know what you are talking about, but yeah, I’m that good! But it's also because of this body of yours!” Rafael, seizing the opportunity, raised his hand and moved t
Sam, grinning, continued in a nonchalant manner, “So, where exactly is the city of Thaumapolis?” Lyra, still visibly frightened, hesitated for a moment before defiantly refusing to cooperate. "I won't tell you anything! You're a warlock, and warlocks can't be trusted!" Sam finds her reluctance more annoying than amusing. "Look, Lyra, I don't have time for this. I have a stolen wizard spell to reclaim, and your cooperation would be appreciated. Otherwise, you're just becoming a nuisance." Lyra, feeling a mix of fear and vexation, retorted, "I won't help you, and I won't be part of your wicked plans!" Sam sighed heavily, then as if dealing with an overly dramatic character in a play. "Alright, since you are so adamant about it, I’ll be warlock for you. Now listen, Lyra, sweetheart princess, I've got news for you. I'm not interested in using you for ransom or anything. You can go back to Rivenburgs. I'm feeling generous today." Lyra, confused by this unexpected turn of events, stamme
As Sam and the demonic creature locked eyes, the forest seemed to hold its breath, anticipating the clash of magical titans. Sam, with a determined expression, channeled the magical skills he had acquired from Rafael. "Magic Barrier!" Sam commanded, enveloping himself in a shimmering, translucent aura. The Magic Barrier skill created a protective barrier, enhancing Sam's defense against the impending assault. The demon, sensing the surge of magical energy, eyed Sam with malevolence. The demon, unfazed by Sam's defensive maneuvers, lunged forward with incredible speed, its dark reddish form blending with the shadows. Sam, relying on his Arcane Insight skill, gauged the demon's movements, dodging its initial onslaught with grace and precision. Rafael, eager for action, chimed in, "Use the enhanced demonic fire magi, Sam!" “How to even do that?” “After my takeover, my energy and yours is already on the same pool. You just need to use a little bit energy more than usual and I will hel
“Yes,” Sam said. He indeed felt the surge of power, the flow of energy invigorating him, making him stronger than ever before. The once essence of the infernal demon that fed Rafael had become a source of empowerment for Sam.[Demon Essence has been absorbed.][Magic energy capacity increased to 8500.][Damage of each offensive skill has increased.]“Self check,” Sam commanded.[This is your current stat:Name: Sam WyndhamRace: HumanClass: SorcererRank: NoviceCurrent magic energy: 310/8500Natural Elemental Affinity: Fire, WindSkills: Arcane Insight, Magic Veil, Magic Barrier, Magic Enhancement, Special Absorption, Wind Jump, Wind Sphere, Wind Punch, Gale Stomp, Demonic Flame Vortex, Demonic Fireball, Demonic Punch.Reclaimed Spell: 0/33Binding Vow: Rafael the Infernal Sovereign WannabeDemonic Essence: 1Rafael's threshold: 250/2200You can access this information by the command ‘self-check’.]Sam laughed as he still found the ‘Rafael the Infernal Sovereign Wannabe’ part to be f
Lyra let out a heavy sigh, as if she were reluctantly holding onto some valuable information. "Alright, I'll give you directions. But you must escort me safely there. If you do, that would prove to me whether you're not an evil warlock, and I will pardon you for all your crimes."Sam squinted at her, a mix of suspicion and curiosity in his eyes. "Really? Wait, aren't you going to head back to Rivenburgs?""I have my own reasons," Lyra replied cryptically.Sam, not one to pass up an opportunity, approached Lyra and stretched out his hands. Lyra frowned at the gesture, but Sam, undeterred, grabbed her hand with his own. "Deal!"As they walked together outside the cave, Lyra pointed confidently, "This way.""You're quite confident for a princess who got dropped in the middle of nowhere. Have you ever been to this forest?" Sam asked."I haven't.""Then how do you know this is the way?""You can get direction from the sun," Lyra said."Ah, right. But do you realize now that I know the direc
He stood still, watching the fish thoroughly. When one of the fish was near the water's surface, Sam let a strong wind push. The fish flew out to the other side of the riverside, hit the ground, and wiggled desperately on the land. Sam grinned and did it a few more times. He blew the water again and again, catching seven fish of various sizes and types. A quick check of the system noticed that none of these fish contained any poison.Sam proudly took the fish to the princess, but Lyra didn't seem to share the same excitement. Instead, she remarked on how excessive Sam's actions were. He did realize he used quite a lot of force just for a fish, but he enjoyed it, so he didn't care."Hey, don't just sit around. Help me find some sticks to skewer these fish."There was a reluctant face Lyra gave to Sam, but she did lift her butt and help him.After skewering the fishes and collecting some dry wood, Sam commanded, "Give me fire."Lyra gave Sam a raised eyebrow."I've used my energy to get
"I-I'm the one who woke you up," Lyra stammered quietly.Sam's annoyance grew as he pressed for answers. "What's going on? Is there any danger?""No, not really," Lyra replied, avoiding eye contact."Not really? Why'd you wake me up then?" Sam demanded."I... I just... need someone to accompany me... I want to... to pee," Lyra mumbled, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment."All right," he sighed, taking her hand and leading her outside. "Do it there," he pointed to a secluded spot behind the cliffside, where a bush offered some privacy."Don't you dare peek," Lyra warned, shooting him a glare."It's too dark to see anything anyway," Sam retorted.As Lyra relieved herself, she kept up a stream of chatter to mask the sounds. Sam couldn't help but find it amusing. "Are you always this chatty when peeing?" he teased."No, I just want to make sure you're still there and so you don't hear me," Lyra replied hastily.After what seemed like an eternity, Lyra finished and darted back to the ca