Soft rain gently moistened the train window, creating irregular ripples on the glass surface. Inside, Rainard De Helton sat calmly, seemingly unaffected by the surroundings. The train moved smoothly, navigating through winding roads, heading towards a secluded village hidden behind towering trees.
In front of him sat a large, intimidating man with a peculiar charm. His gaze pierced through space and time, as if reading every thought crossing Rainard's mind.
"For what reason do you wish to visit that remote village?" the man's voice cut sharply, full of suspicion.
Rainard, with inherent wisdom, replied unhurriedly, "Simply for a visit, I have an appointment with someone there."
"Hmm, visiting that area? Intriguing. But be cautious, it's filled with threats. Bandits often lurk around caravans like ours," the man responded, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
As Rainard listened to Gerard's words, he recognized the man. Gerard Broman, a name familiar to him, a rebel leader who would become a significant rival for power. Despite his apparent violence, Rainard realized that beneath the hardened exterior, Gerard harbored a life story full of tragedy. They had crossed paths in the past when Gerard was still trapped on the right path. But now, everything had changed.
"Aren't you a bandit yourself?" Rainard asked with a thin smile adorning his face.
"Hahaha, of course. That's why I'm here," Gerard replied casually, revealing the dark side of his existence.
In his heart, Rainard felt compelled to do something. He didn't want to witness recurring tragedies, didn't want Gerard to sink deeper into the waves of darkness. In his mind, he devised a plan, a hope to change Gerard's fate, to prevent him from being trapped in the grip of sorrow and despair once again.
As the train continued its journey, Rainard's thoughts drifted to the next plan. He realized that threats would soon arise, that bandit forces would ambush them. Gerard, now accompanying him on this journey, would surely be involved in a series of violent actions.
Without hesitation, Rainard prepared his strategy. He wouldn't allow Gerard to continue down the wrong path. Instead, he would provide Gerard with the opportunity to rediscover the right path, to choose the light amidst encroaching darkness.
Rainard De Helton's prediction proved to be an inevitable reality. As the caravan traversed Count Olaf's territory, their presence was immediately besieged by threats from all directions. A smile signaling unwavering determination crossed Gerard's lips as he prepared to draw his sword from its sheath, but Rainard's hand halted his movement.
"Hold, my friend. I have a more enticing offer than joining this rebel band," Rainard whispered softly, a smile playing on his lips.
Gerard looked at him with consideration. "Speak, I'm listening."
With cautious steps, Rainard revealed his identity to Gerard, offering his allegiance as Count Olaf's personal assistant. But it wasn't just that; he also promised to make Gerard his loyal companion throughout their time at the academy, offering wealth aplenty. Furthermore, when the Prince returned to his homeland, he pledged to elevate Gerard to a respected noble, granting him a rightful place amidst power.
"Your offer is indeed enticing. However, how can I be sure that you are truly a son of Helton?" Gerard asked with doubt.
"Wait a moment... There's something I want to show you," Rainard replied, directing his gaze towards an unseen dimension.
And from the depths of that dimension emerged a black hole, swallowing all light around it. Without hesitation, Rainard reached his hand into it, retrieving several ancient gold pieces that were only owned by the Helton kingdom. With grace, he placed the gold pieces on Gerard's rough palm.
"Hohoho... What do you think now, my friend?" Rainard asked, his smile enchanting.
"You do possess extraordinary skills. Let us unite against this enemy, and let us keep my identity a secret," Gerard replied firmly.
Without further ado, they leaped from the caravan. Gerard rushed to the rear, ready to confront the villains attacking from behind, while Rainard faced the bandit troops in front with unwavering spirit. However, among the bandits, there was one figure who became their main target: the gang leader wearing a deer-horned helmet.
"Hehehe, even though we are witches, we will not falter! Attack--"
But before the words could fully escape, the bandit leader's head was already scorched, and his body fell from his horse. Fear gripped his followers, causing them to attempt to flee the battlefield. However, Rainard didn't let them escape so easily. Raising his hand, he summoned hundreds of magic circles hovering in the air, shooting fireballs that relentlessly chased their targets with deadly precision. Not a single one of them could escape the pursuit of the fireballs, for every trap Rainard unleashed hit its mark with awe-inspiring precision.
Rainard De Helton tapped his fingers lightly, then turned towards the caravan. Behind him lay a daunting panorama: a river of blood flowed, and a crowd of corpses lay scattered. Gerard sat calmly atop the carriage, his sword standing upright in the ground.
"How fares my work, Rainard-sama?" Gerard inquired, his voice tinged with pride.
There was no immediate response from Rainard. He raised his index finger in approval, then gestured for Gerard to return inside the caravan. However, as the caravan driver prepared to continue the journey with gratitude,
"We'll wait here for a moment. Count Olaf's forces will soon approach," Rainard stated.
He was already aware that two days after the tragedy triggered by Gerard inside the caravan, Count Olaf's forces were still investigating the incident. Rainard received this news from the account of one knight who had been delayed on the journey. As he suspected, an hour later, Count Olaf's knightly forces arrived at the scene. They were astonished to see the scene of burnt and disjointed corpses. After inspecting the crowd of corpses, a female commander dismounted her horse and approached the caravan at the front of the line.
"Apologies, who is responsible for this atrocity?" the commander asked.
The caravan driver recounted the sequence of events in detail, then pointed to Rainard and Gerard inside the rear caravan. The commander walked towards the caravan.
"Are you both responsible for these actions?" asked the captivating blonde-haired, blue-eyed commander, her charm emanating.
"Yes, we are both responsible. I am Rainard De Helton, and he is Gerard," Rainard replied.
"Very well. Follow me to Count Olaf's headquarters," the commander said.
"With pleasure," Rainard responded with a broad smile, for meeting Count Olaf was his primary goal.
In the celestial civilization that danced amidst the shimmering stars, as dusk faded and night descended, Rainard De Helton and Gerard traversed the winding path towards the magnificent abode of Count Olaf. Like two warriors exploring a newly unfolded world, they were adorned with an aura of courage and curiosity.As the mansion door swung open, the two guests were greeted by an elegant commander named Helena. Her steps were gentle like the breeze sweeping through the hills, welcoming their arrival with warm hospitality. Their workspace was a room where fate intersected with bravery, under the imposing figure of Count Olaf, a man known for his wooden leg, a symbol of his life's journey filled with heroism and sacrifice.With astonishing grace, Helena delivered the latest report to Count Olaf, akin to a poet composing beautiful verses about a hero's journey.Count Olaf, standing tall before them, approached Rainard with steady strides."Thank you for your service, Rainard De Helton. Th
In a quiet room, Rainard De Helton stood tall, his movements agile as he inserted bottles into the mysterious dimensional box. Beside him, Elzabhel watched with graceful eyes, implying a deep sense of gratitude."Where does the brave hero who saved me hail from?" Elzabhel whispered softly."With pleasure, I introduce myself as Rainard, my lady," Rainard replied politely."A noble name indeed, I am Elzabhel Von Olaf. Thank you, Rainard De Helton," Elzabhel responded, her hair swaying gently as she bowed her head softly."All I do is my duty, Elzabhel-sama," Rainard answered sincerely, his left hand waving in the air as a sign of deep respect.However, Helena's presence disrupted the harmony of the moment. With quick steps, she approached Rainard, grasping his clothes roughly, forcing his face to turn towards her. Gerard was ready to draw his sword, but Rainard simply raised his hand calmly, halting his movement."What are you doing? How could Elzabhel-sama recover? Are you using dark m
Elzabhel enveloped Rainard De Holton with tenderness, radiating boundless affection, while the knight still wore a slightly rumpled cloak. Beneath the twilight's embrace, Rainard prepared for his routine journey, filling his pockets with alchemical concoctions needed for practice and selecting the weapon that would become his steadfast companion on the battlefield. His steps strode confidently along the tranquil village road, allowing his memories to frolic in the garden of beautiful recollections before returning to their grand residence for rest.After freshening up and donning tidy attire, Rainard sat at the dining table with Count Olaf and Elzabhel, joined by Helena and Gerard, forming a warm and communal family bond among them. Count Olaf, far from the rigid noble image, embraced the people's spirit, creating a close-knit and affectionate relationship.The following day, under the bright sunlight, Rainard prepared for a journey with Helena, accompanied by Gerard, as they walked a
Finally, with all the tales they had penned together, as the thirtieth day dawned.Rainard Von Olaf loosened his grip on the iron handle tightly bound to the colossal rock, towering nearly as tall as a man and weighing close to a ton. Its pulse reverberated around, creating a thunderous boom as the metal made contact with the ground. His eyes fixed on the object he had strived for since day one, his steps steady as he approached, gazing upon the massive sword with unwavering devotion before swiftly pulling it out from the stone with a nimble motion. His lift was gallant, positioning the sword in front of his face before skillfully mounting his steed.A resounding roar almost echoed alongside him, "Swooosh."The sword glided in a graceful strike, its wave cleaving through the air with enough force to shatter a towering tree outside the shack's vicinity. Rainard stared back at his weapon with pride.“Hahaha, who would have thought I needed 295 potions to conquer the weight of this sword
At the very same juncture, within the opulent confines of Alcantraz Imperial Palace, a princess of ethereal beauty, with silver tresses cascading and eyes of ruby concealed behind a pair of spectacles, sat gracefully upon the edge of her bed, lost in reverie. With a graceful stride, she approached the window, gazing out upon the enchanting palace gardens before her, arms crossed over her chest as her eyes drifted to the azure sky, stretching infinitely into the distance."Hoping she'll enroll in the academy next month," she murmured inwardly, attempting to muster a smile.With gentle steps, a serving maid entered the chamber, closing the door softly behind her before approaching the princess standing by the window."Cathrina, it's time to prepare for your departure to the academy city," the maid spoke softly.Cathrina turned to regard the maid with respect. She glided past the servant gracefully and resumed her seat on the edge of her bed."Very well, please make the necessary arrange
In the midst of silence, a faded hand lay nearby. Rainard Von Olaf's heart pounded a tumultuous rhythm as he faced the clear liquid dripping down his forehead, while his gaze cut through space toward the shapeless hand reaching out."Are you alright?" the girl's voice, like a night melody dancing in the background.Slowly, Rainard hesitated, reluctant to respond to the girl's gentle touch. Instead, he withdrew, sitting hesitantly, for the girl behind him was the figure he wanted to avoid, the one who had taken his life multiple times in the span of past lives. The memory of her silver hair flowing long and her gaze emanating silence at the threshold of eternity remained etched in his mind. The girl was Cathrina Ignisia Alcantraz, the prima donna of the Alcantraz Empire."S... sorry..." Rainard whispered, pale and drifting.As Rainard slid backward, Cathrina gracefully stepped forward, extending her hand with boundless kindness."Why are you hesitating? But, if you're okay, then it's a
Rainard Von Olaf strode into the room with confident steps, as if dancing to the rhythm of a meaningful life. He stood beside Cathrina, side by side with the beauty reflected in the crystal ball before them. His gaze roamed over Cathrina's face, piercing the depths of her soul before he humbled himself with captivating tenderness. His voice, gentle as a breeze, slipped from his lips with finesse as he spoke,"Allow me, oh Cathrina, never did I imagine standing before a princess of the empire."Cathrina smiled in return, radiating warmth from the corner of her heart, "No burden at all, Rainard. Rise, in the light of our shared goodness."Rainard straightened up, gazing in awe at the crystal ball emitting magical charm before them. Alcantraz's firm steps approached, marking the beginning of the trial that would determine the fate of the two students."Now, let the first step measure their skills. One boy, one girl. Every student, new or old, must prove their worth. It is our duty to pro
Under the gentle glide of the moon in the sky, legends danced with their shimmering brilliance. Tales of yore intertwined threads of time into a flowing fabric within the stream of memory. Five heroes, summoned from different realms of the universe, united their destinies in a dance led by karma."First, there was the hero known as Doumoto Kazuya, his name symbolizing courage amidst the storm. Second, the wise one dubbed Tetsuka Mirai, brought the light of knowledge in every step. Third, a killer reborn as a merchant named Reese, slithered among the shadows. Fourth, the berserker known as Hijiri Shigeo, transformed into an adventurer named Serge, challenging fate with overflowing bravery. And lastly, the paladin and guardian woman, Yasumoto Fumiko, who sacrificed herself in battle against the demon lord, now lies peacefully in the realm she founded, Fredonia, alongside her faithful weapons.But now, only the shadow of the hero, Kazuya-kun, remains a mystery within the flow of time," M