The next day Cassio woke up earlier than usual, staring at the sleeping Chase. He then muttered silently, "We'll go back home soon."He hurriedly took his bath and dressed in a white T-shirt and blue jeans. Cladded around his feet were white sneakers which matched perfectly with his dressing. Surprisingly just like Cassio, the owner of this body had also loved white colour—Cassio could remember vividly. He made way to his wardrobe, took out his white backpack which sat propped against the wall and slung it across his back. As this was the first time the current Cassio was going to the School of Alchemy, he was filled with high expectations about this Magic School.He hurriedly made his way to the dining where he met Mrs. Damien readying the table for breakfast. For a baffling reason, he felt this woman was actually his real mother."Good morning, Mum," he said, forcing a smile across his face. The smile was so wide that he couldn't help but feel awkward. To become the former Cassio wh
Ring!The bell sounded, signifying that it was lunch time. All the students immediately trooped out of the classroom for the cafeteria. They were very hungry after the lectures by Mr. Garrick. Most of their hunger was caused by boredom and laziness.Cassio watched as all the students hurried past his seat which was at the left flank of the back. He saw Marlin and his gang of bullies glare at him as they walked to his seat. Marlin had always and would always be the dumbest 17-year old kid in Grade 10. He was huge like a grizzly bear and had this masculine animalistic smell around him which made people around him to frown in annoyance. At the age of 14 he had formed a notorious gang called The Marlian—a gang of seven notorious bullies exempting himself. No one knew what the name meant or how he got it but everyone could guess. He just had to put an 'a' to Marlin to get such an effect because he was so dumb to create anything! Dressed in baggy jeans and faded oversized brown polo, he loo
It was 3 O'clock when Cassio arrived at home. The hot sun had heated him up, sucking every form of coldness from him. He was very hot right now and engulfed in perspiration which made his white shirt cling to body. His white curly and long hair was matted with wetness which seemed like he had actually been in the rain and not in the sun! This was what perspiration truly was!Cassio was now standing in his room, staring at the mirror. The blood stain was still in his shirt, very visible for all to see at first glance. In order to avoid any skulking eyes of inquisitive people, he had taken shortcuts through alleys and orchards, arriving in the Hastle Manor on time. All these shortcuts were of course, retained in his recollected memories.He removed his shirt and took it to his bathroom for laundry. He was actually glad that he had been transmigrated to a modern era or else he would have had a bad time washing the blood stain off his white shirt. There was a washing machine in his bathro
Cassio wouldn't have realized he had spent so much time at the study if he hadn't checked the wall clock at the dining."Eight O'clock!" he couldn't help but exclaim. He had actually spent hours in the study. If Chase's barking had not interrupted him, he believed he would have spent more time.He met Mrs. Damien serving dinner, her face as calm as ever with a beaming smile. Dinner was actually some milky cheesecakes with strawberries. The air around the dining was filled with a fragrance of the sweet fruits and a mild aroma of the hot cheesecakes."Good evening, mum," Cassio greeted as he sat down. He wanted to ask Mrs. Damien if she just came or had returned since but kept his mouth shut. He didn't remember anything about when Mrs. Damien usually returned from work and chose to keep quiet about it in order not to garner any suspicion."Work was so stressing today, Cassio," Mrs. Damien complained. "I mean, I could only return home Eight-Fifty!"Pheeew...She said it herself, Cassio he
Two weeks have passed since Cassio joined the Arcane Safety Department and he had made groundbreaking records, shocking everyone with his achievements. He had solved several crime cases in a these two weeks. Although his groundbreaking records couldn't match with Walter's and the crime cases he solved were not supernatural, it was still something to talk about in the news. Many senior Arcane Guards envied him because of this.The most groundbreaking record was changing the name of magic practitioners which had been widely accepted in Duchy and probably in other two countries. Every orthodox magic practitioner now saw themselves as Magicians while the heterodox ones saw themselves as Sorcerers. Cassio sat in his room, busy with work. Lying on the table before him were a pack of cards, a mirror and a black block-like object. This object was very small—even smaller than a bar of soap. Both hands worked with vigor as they fiddled with the components of the object. There were screws and n
Cassio sat in the settee, watching Wilfred read the report in silence. The other team members were here as well, all of them very quiet.After some minutes, Wilfred cleared his throat and said, "This case has been already solved by you, Cassio. No need to go through it again.""It has been solved by me? How?" Cassio asked, not understanding how the case about Strange Cult had been solved. He felt that even though he had successfully stopped the ritual and killed the three men, there would be other Strange Cult members lurking in the shadows. That was what happened in the movies he watched back on Earth."Yes, it's been solved," Wilfred nodded. "We've done a clean sweep of everything. There are several Heterodox cults which are growing out of the shadows. Although these Heterodox cults are several, the members aren't many. Most of these cults are very new and have few members as low as three. Strange Cult is one of them.""Oh," Cassio finally got the point. Then he asked, "That means I
Somewhere in MythVille CityOut of the puddle of water on the ground, Cassio emerged to the bewilderment of everyone. Traveller couldn't be used to travel over long distances so he had to keep using it to travel over short distances till he reached his destination.Everything was becoming fishy now. First, he was given the Book of Mysteries by Old Thompson. Secondly, he was transmigrated into this world by this Book of Mysteries. Thirdly, ever since his transmigration, this same Book was lost till this moment! He felt that some higher being was using him as a pawn in a chess game. But why? What pleasure would this higher entity derive from toiling with someone as low as him? He suspected Ulf and couldn't help but quiver in fear. This eldritch being who he thought had been resolved was still bent on getting him."I need to escape outta here," Cassio said as he touched Traveller again, ready to activate it. He knew that no amount of explanation would stop the Arcane Guards from arrestin
There was no sun, no birds, no nothing. There was only fog which spread infinitely across the sea, tainting everything in a surreal haze. It was only by the magical spells on the ship that it could sail—the sailors wouldn't have been able to navigate the ship in such a hazy condition where nothing could penetrate.This was the month of September and the ship was still sailing. The sailors said it would three or four weeks before the ship would arrive at Knyghtdom, so everyone knew that the voyage through the Sea of Infinity was almost coming to an end. The ship didn't bump into pirates or other ships as the sea was infinitely vast without an end, being the point where infinite dimensions overlapped.Cassio sat crosslegged in his cabin, deep in meditation. He breathed in and out constantly, replenishing his Magical World. He was trying to rid it of any filth so that he could easily advance to the next Magic Array or Combat Tier since he was also a Knyght.It has been two months since h
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