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
"They've been also here..." Chase said as he sniffed at the lumps and ashes remnant of campfire. There was this smell of roasted meat and strawberries lingering in the air.Ethan couldn't help but beam with joy as he pumped his fists and leaped up. I can't believe we're getting closer and closer to finding Cassio! Knowing he's still alive makes me very happy!"Uh, why are you so happy?" Chase asked as he raised an eyebrow (that's if dogs had eyebrows).Ethan regained composure and cleared his throat, "We're getting close in finding Cassio. Shouldn't I be naturally happy?""Technically, yes," Chase pondered. "Logically, no. We haven't found him yet. This scent should have been here for hours or so.""Whatever," Ethan rolled his eyes. "Just tell me when we're going to catch up with them."Chase narrowed his golden eyes as he began counting his 'fingers' with an extremely focused expression. Ethan didn't disturb him as he went about searching for something."By my calculation..." Chase w
Suddenly a man walked out of the shadows holding two broadswords in his hands. His eyes were very black and almost seemed soulless, devoid of any emotion. His face was very grim, not failing to betray his strong intent to kill everyone in sight. Dressed in a black leather outfit and a scar running down his left face, he exuded the aura of a notorious outlaw who cared nothing about the law.How...is...he...making...me..cower...in...fear...Cassio was the only one who managed to have his rationality. The others were already in a frenzy, either peeing or pooing on themselves. Ken Orion was the only one who neither peed nor pood. Maybe it was due to his strong Will Body."It's not surprising you were able to break free from my influence some moments ago," the man said, flashing a warm smile as if he had seen a long lost brother. "Well, that moment of your reign has ended. Even if you're tainted by Cthulhu, you'll still fall by my hands!"With a swing of his sword the other mercenaries wer
The Boxer jumped into the air, his muscles tightening as he concentrated all his energy into his fists to deliver fatal attacks. As a Boxer he possessed powerful hand-to-hand combat techniques and could punch several times above his weight. Each of his punch would carry tons of weight, making them very deadly."Leave this to me!" Ken shouted as he swung his broadsword in the air, channeling all his energy into the sword. He felt his Will Body tremble as it powered his entire body, making whatever attack he would make with his broadsword deadly.Bam!The Boxer punched at Ken, his right fist tearing through the air like a canon. The atmosphere carried a kind of pressure which weighed heavily upon Ken.Ken quickly slid underneath the punch and swung his arm at the man's wrist, aiming to cut off his right hand with his broadsword.The Boxer smiled as he quickly retreated his hand to grab the blade of the broadsword, his lips curling into a wide smile. He then threw another punch at Ken's
Tap! Tap! Tap! Lemuel stared at Ken and Cassio as he rapped the arm of his throne with his right hand, his eyes having a hint of anger. Cassio had his head bowed, waiting to here what verdict the king would pass. Earlier he had been told by General Louis to keep his head bowed while conversing with the king who would no doubt be angry. "How many times have I warned you not to sneak out of the castle?!" Lemuel was now visibly angry, clenching his fists. "I had to!" Ken said, raising his head up. "I had to do that for the betterment of the people. The Chaldeans are causing so much deaths!" "So?" Lemuel said. "How's that your business? The military is doing their thing as well as the Church!" Ken wanted to curse the Church but he pressed his lips together, swallowing the words that would have come out. The Church was nothing but a bunch of fanatic priests who cared about nothing else but giving sermons! "You almost got yourself killed if not for General Louis!" Lemuel said. "You pu
Ken went to sit down in the chair facing the window, closing the book which was lying on the desk. It appears he had been reading just now."You're an avid reader," Cassio commented, staring at the bookshelf which he had failed to notice when he entered the room earlier. There were so many books arranged nearly in it, some caked in dust."I have a fond for knowledge," Ken said. "Life in the castle is so boring, books became my partners.""I don't find here boring," Cassio said his mind. "It's so quiet and shut out of the rest of the city, giving me a sense of serenity.""How long can you stay here while not frequently interacting with people," Ken asked as he took out a brown book from a locker within the desk."At least a year," Cassio replied truthfully. I'm not a social person."You need a treatment," Ken said. "Only sick people can stay alone for a year. Even mad people need companions."At least a year...Cassio corrected inwardly and resisted the urge to frown and say something o
A figure dressed in a black leather trenchcoat and trouser dashed through the forest, moving with so much stealth that he didn't make a sound while running across the leaves. It was as if he was running in the air, not coming in contact with the ground. He had a brown hair, brown eyes and narrow lips, his expression very grim as if he had lost something very precious to him. A black hilted sword was strapped to his left side, his right hand calmly placed on it as he ran through the forest.Suddenly he stopped and crouched, his eyes scanning his environment while his ears perked up to listen to distinct sounds. Every scene and sound was distinguishable to him and he could even observe and hear things from over 100 meters to 200 meters.Charcoal, men dressed in black and happy laughter...he outlined what he smelled, saw and heard in his mind. His brown eyes narrowed as he took out a piece of crumbled paper from the right pocket of his black trenchcoat. There was a neat handwriting which
Ethan panted as he finally reached the top of a hill, dropping to the ground with a loud thud. Beads of perspiration dropped from his body, causing his shirt to be sticky. His expression was extremely weary, his eyes having this glint of hopelessness in them. Chase also lay beside him, catching his breathe. Both human and dog didn't say anything for some minutes, trying to regain their energy.For hours now they had been walking towards the north, going through forest paths without meeting a single human being. They hid and moved stealthily to avoid being spotted by bandits or wild animals. They weren't powerful enough to handle any peril if they were met with one now. So they decided to be very cautious as it was better to be safe than sorry."When are we going to see Cassio?" Ethan asked, losing all the hope he had. "We've been going for two days now and we still haven't found him. He's the only relative I remember..."Chase couldn't help but sigh as he said, "We would have gotten t
Cassio and the others who were present on the battlefield and were still alive were healed by the clergyman who had just arrived to stop Walter. He was a Rank six Archbishop of the Church of the Moon and currently oversaw all the affairs of Arthur's City in place of the Prelate who wasn't always around. Like the other clergymen he was cladded in a white robe with silver threads embroidered across, a silver pendant with a moon emblem hanging down his neck. His hair was white as snow while his eyes were as blue as the sea and calm as the morning breeze. His aura soothed everything around, making the battle scene seem like a paradise. Unfortunately apart from Cassio, Ken and Louis every other knight who had attacked Walter lost his life. All of their corpses had being mangled beyond recognition, their armous shredded. "He's being dealt with," the Archbishop said as he pointed at Walter who was now unconscious with his right hand. His action was very smooth and graceful, making the t
A young girl walked towards a castle casually. She had sea blue eyes and white long hair resting on her shoulders, her facial appearance gorgeous. She was dressed in a white floral gown, making her look more graceful like a swan. But within those eyes which appeared calm, were waves of turbulence which seemed to swallow whoever looked into them.Soon she got close to the castle and saw several guards standing there with their long spears. They were all dressed in black full body armours with a red dragon emblem imprinted upon them. They all narrowed their eyes within the helmet visors when they saw her."Halt!" one of them shouted as he pointed his spear at her. "How did you breach the castle's defenses?"The young girl smiled before turning back to glance in a particular direction, "It was a casual stroll past those guards."The other guards couldn't help but look at each other before thrusting their spears at her. They didn't know if she had dealt with the other guards or sneaked in
As the clergyman stepped forward, the other knights couldn't help but tighten their grips around their swords. With the power of a Priest, there was nothing this fugitive would do to escape right now. He was nothing but a magician at the Magic Circle array and a knight at the Will Projecting tier. There was no way he was going through the entire army of Arthur's City plus the clergymen who can change circumstances with mere words. It was said that powerful ones could affect reality itself by just saying it. Apart from knights and magicians, clergymen were another group of insanely powerful individuals favoured by the Supreme Goddess!"You can choose to give up and resist, Walter Anderson," the Priest said. "You've suffered a lot and need to be relieved of your resentment."Walter slowly pointed his sword at the Priest before saying, "You're right. I've suffered a lot and need to relieve my resentment. And that's why I must not be captured!"Sword of Crying Phoenix!He immediately empl
Cassio walked around the market through the crowd of people as he looked at the items for sale. Many people cast their gazes at him in horror as they moved away to maintain a distance. No, they were looking at something wrapped around his neck."That kid...he's wrapping a mutated python around his neck like some accessory!""He killed it?""Definitely. Look, it's still bleeding!""He looks like one of the knights. He's so young!""Wait, isn't that the style of cloth for the royal bodyguards?""This kid must be terrifying!""Didn't you hear? He's Cassio Patrick, Prince Ken's bodyguard! It's said he's even a Swordsman!""Unbelievable!"While the knowledgeable commoners conversed among themselves, the ordinary ones listened with rapt attention as they asked questions. Of course Cassio heard them but he proceeded to walk without saying anything.Suddenly he heard several bells chime, signifying an alarm. Soon several knights ran through the markets, ordering everyone to retreat into their
Cassio moved along with Medusa silently, evading the guards who were patrolling the castle even in broad daylight. He sometimes used the trees as covers and sometimes the statues. Several times the guards would hear footsteps which no doubt belonged to Medusa (who wasn't as nimble as Cassio) and run in that direction. But by the time they were there Cassio was long gone with Medusa. He moved like the wind.Soon they successfully arrived a concealed tunnel on Medusa's direction. This tunnel had a metallic door blocking it. Medusa didn't fret as she took out a hairpin from within her dress, slotting it into the keyhole before turning it professionally."How long have you been doing this?" Cassio couldn't help but ask. With the way Medusa was familiar with the whole lockpick it seemed she had used years to practise this action before becoming a master at it.Click!The door was unlocked and Medusa pushed it open with a smile, "First time I came to the castle I was so depressed and left o
Medusa clutched her stomach as Cassio led her to the servants quarters. As they went through the hallway she couldn't help but stagger like a drunkard as she blabbered. She even pressed her face to Cassio's face and muttered something about a god coming down to cook for her. Cassio was dumbfounded.I didn't know my cooking would be terrifying, Cassio thought to himself as he continued holding the girl. She slowly directed him to her room and opened the door. As a maidservant assigned to the prince's bodyguard, she was privileged to have a room of her own even though it wasn't grand. It was actually small with a small bed and a wooden cupboard. Despite this it was very clean without any sign of dust or cobweb.Cassio couldn't help but become embarrassed as he remembered the situation of his room. It was always very untidy if not for Medusa who always came to clean it up. This was due to his extreme laziness which was unparalleled just like his culinary abilities.Shifting the thought o
Clang! Clang! Clang!Series of white lights flashed as two blades clashed with each other. One was the blade of a large broadsword half the size of a adult while the other belonged to a saber."Being a knight is all about surviving!" Ken yelled as he continued attacking Cassio, forcing the latter to go defensive. He didn't even give him a slight chance of attacking. "One second of lagging and you're dead!"Cassio's hands were now becoming numb as he blocked Ken's terrifying strikes. Even though this Boxer had reduced his power by a big margin, his strength was still terrifying. When the two blades collided, Cassio could feel his blood boil. Every organ in his body screamed in pain as he blocked Ken's sword strikes.Ken slashed at Cassio's chest, his broadsword tearing through the air. Silvery ripples appeared in the sword's direction, heading alongside the sword towards Cassio.I've always being weak all my life, Cassio thought within himself as he lunged forward. I've never had a cha
There was silence in the underground cave for some moments before the genie cleared his throat and transformed into a little child with a puff of smoke. This child looked very normal and was dressed like a noble child, golden ornaments decorating his body. Seeing this Philemon couldn't help but widen his eyes which were shining brightly. He felt like snatching the genie lamp right now and becoming the genie's master. If he wished for more wishes that would be insane! Wishing for more genies would be unimaginable! On the other hand the Chief remained very reserved as he said, "There's no problem with that wish so you can grant it with immediate effect." This is why I don't do business with magicians, the genie couldn't help but frown slightly as he closed his eyes, "Coming up!" He then rubbed his chubby hands together, causing an ethereal energy to surround him. The cave trembled for moments as this ethereal energy split into several other energies. These energies had different
Some miles away from Arthur's City, Camelot's capitalSeveral horses neighed as they galloped across the desert, their long legs digging deep into the hot sands. The riders were all dressed in black outfits which seemed like bandages, hoods over their heads and masks covering their mouths. Scythes were strapped their sides or backs, their eyes narrowing with fierce gazes. This was none other than the Chaldeans, the most powerful and notorious bandits in Camelot. Now the Chaldeans had increased in number and they were now about one hundred skilled bandits.As they rode, only one individual remained in the front of the caravan. His eyes were even more fiercer than the rest and he had a terrifying aura around him. He would occasionally lashed at his black horse, making it neigh as it galloped faster. The others also did the same, following closely behind him.After riding for about an hour, the man in front, who was obviously the leader of the Chaldeans, halted. He raised his left hand u