REBIRTH: CHILDHOOD FRIEND OF THE HEROINEC95- Give it to me
The blacksmith took his time to decide the necessity for the blade he could prepare which would contain every single requirement Alex asked for.
Meanwhile, Jullie, Alex, and Celestria were sitting outside the forge, sipping tea and chatting casually.
"I heard about your internship and that incident. Are you fine, Alex?" The violet-haired asked with evident concern on her face.
The only woman who trusted him back then was when the world was against him, and provided him the food—she is truly a person Alex can take a bullet for.
"I am doing good, I guess. Not like it was the first time I was met by an unexpected threat."
The older one sighed, "Look at you, being so casual about life-threatening dangers, when in the past even a simple spar was enough for you to prepare a long list of excuses."
Celestria chuckled, "Indeed, even training regularly was quite a burden on him. I remember once I hid his books to drag him out to the field."
Being a nerd who loved nothing more than to collect information, Alex indeed didn't like to involve himself with physical activities. However, if his previous sixteen years were devoted to books, the rest of his life he would devote himself to his blade.
"You can say, a single night changed several things," Alex commented, making Celestria's smile drop.
None of the three were unaware about which night he was talking about—that night when he nearly died and later, got betrayed by his childhood friend.
Everyone believed that more than the Soulless, Celestria was responsible for his sudden change.
Sensing the growing tension in the air, Alex suggested, "How about we have a spar sometimes, Professor Jullie? Last I remember, you were able to withstand my Tempest Dart. I wonder if you can now."
The violette smirked, "You are still a duckling to challenge me for real."
Alex's lips extended in a thin smile, "You know that I was holding back previously right?"
"I can say the same for myself. After all, going all out against a student is not allowed."
The silver head leaned forward, and asked in a hushed tone, "Then what about now? We aren't in the academy and you aren't my professor as of now—you won't need to hold back anymore, right?"
The older one was tempted to respond to that, however, suddenly the voice of her brother interrupted them,
"Gah! It's too complicated*slam*."
He slammed the papers in his hand on the table before telling them, "There are only two options I can suggest: the first being using multiple swords to fulfill your necessity. You have to carry at least three swords."
Alex couldn't have that, using his skill to store his weapon was quite frustrating. The slow drop of SE was not something he could tolerate anymore.
However, if only that had been the option he wouldn't have been sitting here.
"What's the second option?"
Akron glanced at his sister for a moment before stating, "Rune Stones."
"---!!" Celestria's eyes widened upon hearing that, and Jullie also showed surprise.
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"Rune stones can only solve your problem. They will provide your blade with the ability to augment. You can adjust the weight and size according to your will. And because rune stones absorb heat, there won't be any worries of the blade snapping as well."
Akron paused, and with his expression turning grave, he added, "However, for that, we need two things: a runemaster and a runestone."
"And we all know how one can get a rune," Jullie added, her voice sounding grim, "From a Disaster-class Soulless."
No being possesses a rune that can be tampered with, to carry spells except for the Soulless. The functions of Soul Stones cannot be overwritten which leaves only a rune as a possible answer to this question.
And only a disaster-class can provide what he needs because the level of Soulless decides the strength of their runes, and Disaster class was among the top three in ranking.
"What about the runemaster? Where can I find one?" Alex asked, and that statement had the Princess worried.
"Alex...are you going to search for a disaster class Soulless?" If her memories serve her right, then that big wolf Alex fought back in the Steelhound's territory was of the same rank.
And Celestria knows how difficult it was for everyone to take that thing down.
Alex heaved a sigh, "Not immediately but once I gain enough strength, I will hunt it down."
"As your Professor, I cannot let you get involved with such danger," Jullie stated with a frown.
"But Professor, in a few months, I will graduate from the academy. What after that?" His question was met by silence since, indeed, Jullie would lose her right to restrict him once he graduated.
"Baah! That's none of my concern, now! If you want to find a runemaster, contact Devon. As for the weapon that can withstand a runestone, I will have it prepared by the day after tomorrow."
Alex smiled, "Thank you, mister."
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Celestria and Alex were on their way back to the palace. Not a word was being spoken from either of them, and all Alex did was to observe the Princess beside him.
"Hey," He called out, "...I did tell you the consequences of loving me, right?"
Celestria's shoulders remained slumped, "That you will always remain surrounded by danger and that I should get accustomed to it."
Alex tilted his head, "Then why are you making that face?"
Celestria dryly smiled, "Who will not get concerned if the person they adore always lands in a situation where they might-" She paused, couldn't even muster up the courage to continue.
Looking at him, she said, "Alex, you know what I was thinking at that time when I was running towards Chainedvale with little to no information about the situation?"
Alex paused and turned to look at her before shaking his head.
Celestria lowered her head and pressed her hand against her chest before muttering, "I thought...if something happens to you, I will also jump into your grave so we can meet in the afterlife."
Alex took a long breath. Even if he wants to, he cannot deny that she might as well do something to her if Alex got killed one of these days.
But he cannot promise her that he will not get involved with danger anymore. That would be a blatant lie.
Pulling her behind the curtains, Alex cupped her cheeks, and asked her tenderly, "Okay, tell me, what can I do to lessen your concerns?"
The tears that she had been holding back began to pour as she shook her head and refused to look up at him.
Alex was feeling troubled seeing her like this as he softly wiped her tears and asked again, "Just tell already, Cela. I will try to fulfill your wishes."
She finally raised her face and looked up at him.
The allure of the teary-eyed, flushed-faced Celestria was quite dangerous. The way her fluffy lips remained parted and she looked at him with an upturned gaze, had him all hot and bothered.
And it didn't help when she held his hand and pressed it against her stomach, before muttering, "Then give me a reason which can force you to return to me as soon as you can."
Alex's eyes widened as he realized what she was saying. And to make matters worse, she spelled it clearly as well,
"Impregnate me, Alex. I want to have your child."
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Back at the dining table, the family of three finally finished their dinner while chatting all the way.
It took them almost two hours to finish a meal since, more than eating, they were focused on talking about the past.
"What about David? Didn't he come to the Capital as well?"
Hearing those words, Amanda smiled bitterly and glanced at her father.
Hesitantly she spoke, "He indeed left the house with me to escort me to the capital. However, upon hearing that you are arriving, he returned home."
Sarah heaved a sigh; she should have expected this. Unlike the youngest of the family, who didn't arrive in this world when Sarah left, the eldest son of the house was old enough to understand everything consciously.
Although they didn't seem close to others, Sarah and David had a relationship where they shared their problems and worries with each other.
Sarah had the memories of how David often came to complain to her about the studies and training; crying while hugging her for hours.
And when she was leaving, he did not react at all, showing how much hurt he must be.
After a brief pause, Sarah added, "After the summit, I will return home."
Count Hades and Amanda were surprised, but naturally, they could have no problem with the eldest one returning home.
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REBIRTH: CHILDHOOD FRIEND OF THE HEROINEC96- Advice
Women are such a strange creature.
They can find any means to convince their man what they want.
Naturally, when Celestria asked for a baby—although tempting—Alex rejected her, given neither of them were prepared and Celestria was still underage.
That's why, upon his refusal, she fell to the ground and began bawling, leaving him no other option than to allow her to accompany him to his hometown.
'Seriously...what an evil princess....' That smile she radiated after he allowed her was pure evil.
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Now, standing before the Lord of the Steelhound clan, Alex heard the importance of his role and what he would be required to do under certain circumstances.
It was shocking that Sarah convinced them to make Alex her bodyguard. However, considering the strength of an average soldier, and the thing he witnessed yesterday, it would be better if Alex himself remained present around Sarah.
"If you feel someone suspicious, or anyone moving suspiciously toward the Saintess, you either apprehend them or shield the Saintess with your own body. Am I clear?"
"Understood, sir." He diligently responded.
Victor stepped forward before handing him a small golden pendant, saying, "This is an artifact that came from the Vault. Wear it so any sudden attack, magical or physical, won't harm you." Taking a pause, he added, "Well, to a certain degree, that is."
Alex raised his brows as he took the pendant. He has heard that several priceless and extremely useful things are kept in the vault but he never had the chance to explore the treasury.
Taking the artifact he hung it around his neck before giving the man a thankful nod.
"I don't need to teach you how to defend yourself, but remember Alex, today, your life is connected with the Saintess. Give her more importance than your own life."
The warning was clear: if something happens to the Saintess, the government, the church, and the common masses won't let Alex live another day.
If he had been delegated the role of protecting someone else, then Alex might have hesitated, given he was potentially risking his chances to participate in the Trials. However, the person in question was Sarah, and Alex knew that he would protect her at any cost.
With a confident smile, the silver head stated, "Understood, sir. I will do my best."
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"Someone is smiling a little too much today?" Amanda teased as she helped Celestria braid her hair.
The Princess couldn't hold herself from smiling a bit more as she said, "Alex allowed me to accompany him."
Amanda raised her brows, seemingly she understood what she meant before she casually asked, "So you are also coming along?"
Celestria tilted her head, "'Also'? Don't tell me, you as well....?"
"I mean, Edric is going with Alex so to ensure his safety as his girlfriend, I need to be with him, right?"
Celestria's brows drew a small frown, making her look like a pouting child, as she said, "Why do you two have to be the third wheel?"
"Oh my adorable princess, you are not going there for your honeymoon. There are bloodthirsty people probably waiting for Alex's return."
Celestria stopped whining and said, "I am aware, and I am thankful that you two are coming along. Seriously, if I could, I wouldn't have ever let him go back there."
As Amanda attached the hairpin to her hair, she muttered, "It's natural to feel that way, Celestria, however, you shouldn't let your concern become a burden for Alex. Someone who has been dating a trouble magnet for a while now, I know for one thing that they will still put their hands in the hell hole despite how much we try to stop them. However, the difference would be that our concern will only continue to weigh over them and might become the reason for their fall."
Celestria was anxious, "So...should I stop worrying about Alex?"
Amanda smiled and shook her head, "We both know that it's impossible to not get worried about the ones we adore. However, what we can do is encourage them and be there with them when they need us. It will not only give them confidence but assurance as well, that even if the world turns against them, we will always be standing beside them as their support."
Celestria looked at Amanda with her brows rising as she registered each word her friend stated and understood what she meant.
Don't be his burden, rather, try to become his ally.
Celestria needed to listen to this. With a smile, she nodded, "I will do as you say. Thank you, Amy."
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The capital of Grimland was alive with a dazzling display of preparation for the grand summit. Streets that were usually bustling with trade and chatter now gleamed under vibrant banners fluttering in the cool breeze, each one bearing the crest of a visiting nation.
Workers moved with purpose, stringing lanterns and draping silken fabrics over balconies and railings. The city seemed to pulse with energy as if every stone and corner had been polished to perfection for the occasion.
The main square, the heart of the city, had transformed into a spectacle of elegance. Golden arches had been erected, entwined with blooming vines that gave off a faint, sweet aroma.
Elaborate fountains gushed crystal-clear water, reflecting the sunlight like liquid diamonds. Flowers in every color imaginable adorned the pathways, their petals carefully arranged into intricate patterns of unity and diplomacy.
Inside the palace, preparations for the summit were nothing short of extraordinary. The grand hall, where the summit would take place, had been transformed into a vision of opulence. The polished marble floors gleamed, their surface so immaculate that the intricate chandelier above seemed to reflect endlessly.
In the adjoining rooms, lounges were prepared for informal discussions. Luxurious sofas in deep shades of blue and green were arranged around low tables adorned with fresh flowers and silver trays of fine liquor.
Servants moved around, helping each other, and engaged in their designated work. The kitchen of the palace was the busiest place at the moment, preparing the dishes that would be served today.
Needless to say, after what happened yesterday—the discovery of some servant's involvement with assailants—required tighter security and every servant's house was under strict protection as well.
"Man...that was tiring...." Moving toward his room, Edric wiped his sweat. He was involved with the morning routine training with Sir Victor and Aborne.
Although the training mostly revolved around him trying to hit Victor, it was tiring nevertheless.
He was thinking of taking a warm bath before eating something since he had to report to his post in an hour.
However, just as he climbed the floors, he found someone standing before his room door.
"Valarie?" He was thoroughly surprised to see the redhead standing there. He never heard from anyone that she would be coming here, signifying why he seemed too surprised.
"Hey," With a soft smile, she greeted him, "You seem tired. Should we talk late-"
"No, I am fine. Anyway, when did you arrive?" He asked as he wiped his sweat in the towel he borrowed from the passing maid.
"Just an hour ago...I watched you train." She slowly muttered, "You have become stronger than before.".
Edric was confused, "Then why didn't you join me?" In the past, she would have instantly jumped inside the ring if she had spotted him sparring.
She didn't respond to that and looked down, making Edric concerned as he asked, "Hey...have you met your father yet?"
Aborne was there all the time so it was highly unlikely she would have met him.
And as he thought, "No...I can't bring myself to talk to him....not face to face..." Her voice was rough and the girl seemed on the verge of tearing up.
Edric heaved a sigh and made the girl turn towards him, "Tell me, Valarie, why do you feel so hesitant to meet your father?"
She didn't lift her eyes, and spoke in a heavy voice, "Because I know...I will hurt him by crying in front of him."
Aborne knows how much his daughter adores him and feels proud of him. And if she cried in front of her father, the man who only gave her a reason to smile in the past, then surely it would hurt him.
Edric felt his heart turning heavy seeing her weep.
He didn't know how to comfort her and there was no Amanda around to help him.
Suddenly, a third voice entered the conversation which made Valarie flinch,
"And by not meeting him, you will make him feel that you are disappointed in him, and thus, you are ignoring him."
Alex opened the door and plainly stated.
Edric now realized that he was standing before Alex's room.
Valarie turned towards Alex, her brows knitted, as she said, "I can never be disappointed in him! I know he did his best!"
"Yup~I know that as well. However, did you tell him that? Did you tell Sir Aborne that you aren't disappointed in him?"
Valarie stiffened hearing that. Indeed, her avoiding her father can be easily interpreted wrongly. And considering what a vital phase he is going through...Valarie should have been careful of her actions.
Turning toward Alex, she bowed her head and said, "Thank you for your advice. I will meet him as soon as I can."
Once Valarie left, Alex threw a wet towel around Edric who was about to say something.
"I used your bathroom."
Edric's eyes widened, "You used all the warm water?!"
Alex shrugged, "Mine was used by....someone else. Sorry."
After that, a mini-war arc arose.
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The human realm is home to three major kingdoms, each a cornerstone of its existence. Though humans are fewer in number and weaker in power compared to the other realms, these kingdoms have maintained strong, amicable ties. Bound by mutual need and shared vulnerabilities, their unity has become their greatest strength, allowing them to endure challenges that might have otherwise overwhelmed them.
Initially, there were five kingdoms. However, one of them was defeated and merged with Grimland a few years back. And one of them perished during the great war against the Beast tribe a hundred years ago.
Grimland was majorly known for its variety of artifacts, weapons, and labyrinths. Those who desire to become a strong and competent warrior, often migrate to Grimland.
There is a town devoted to labyrinths, and the number of Hunter's guilds in Grimland easily exceeds what was present in other kingdoms.
Then comes the kingdom of trade and the financial giant of the human realm—Zymeria.
Although a few hands were risen in protest, the Queen of the nation has been running the nation quite brilliantly after her father's demise.
Zymeria was not only involved with trade with other human kingdoms but with elven territories as well—making them the only ones who came in contact with another race regularly.
Then comes the nation with the most military strength and the vanguard of the human realm—Whiteden.
The nation situated in the North is run by three clans, considering their complicated past. Taking geographical areas into consideration then, Whiteden was the largest nation in the human realm.
They have always been secluded from the world, coming in contact most during summits or if there was any war approaching. They don't usually prefer foreign trade unless it's about alcohol.
The military strength of Whiteden easily surpasses Zymeria and Grimland collectively.
If Zymeria was focused on enhancing its finances, then Whiteden always remained determined to extend its forces. That was why, Grimland, the only nation with balance between the two, was the strongest Human Nation among the three.
....
"I always feel so touched seeing the people of Grimland warmly welcoming us...haah." The lady with long brown hair and a pair of slanted green eyes muttered with a soft smile on her face.
The allure of the woman was enough to make the man on her left, avert his eyes in the fret of staring at her longer than what could be regarded as appropriate.
Adolf smiled, "The preparation has been going on for weeks now."
There were only six people present around the table—along with the three nation's rulers, the Arch-Duke of Grimland, the Head Priest of the Cathedral, and, of course, the Saintess.
Apart from them, Devon was also present, but his role was just to observe things, rather than speak.
Naturally, the guards of every being were present nearby as well.
The role of guarding the king was given the redhead commander named, Aborne.
Unlike in the morning, he looked far better. After all his conversation with his daughter assured him that he wasn't completely defeated in life. There still was some hope left for him and he would do his best to bounce back.
Alex was standing on the Saintess's left blank to have his eyes on Sarah and another eye on his surroundings.
Alex's eyes traveled towards the man who hadn't spoken a single word since earlier.
The broadest man in the room, with rough white hair and a pair of blue eyes. His aura radiated cold waves, making one think twice before approaching him.
'It's surprising...' There are three clans running the Whiteden, and in the past, the clan head of the Hebbec clan attended the summit. The Frostbate—the leading of the three clans—never got involved with these meetings.
That's why Alex was not expecting to see his biological father sitting across from him.
"...it's surprising tho, for Sir Eryndor to join the summit." The Queen voiced her opinion while looking at the man with a friendly smile.
The man in question remained stoic as he responded, "I was informed that the Saintess is joining the discussion, so I discerned this must be serious." Turning his eyes toward the Saintess, the man added,
"Isn't it?"
Christopher narrowed his eyes, complaint was written over his face.
Sarah's face was covered, so no one knew where she was looking when she said, "Indeed, there is something I would like to discuss with you all."
Adolf had several other things to discuss related to trade and the common problems each kingdom was facing. However, considering that the Patriarch of the Frostbate clan seemed rather impatient, he decided to let them continue.
"A possible war is approaching," Adolf began, drawing everyone's attention toward him, "We were informed beforehand so we have already started preparation."
The brunette, named Amara Zymeria, frowned, "A war? Against whom?"
"It's uncertain." The blond voiced, "However, the forces behind this would be unimaginably strong...more fiercer and determined than any opponent you have faced until now."
Hearing Adolf's words, Eryndor frowned; this was unexpected. Although he knew that if the Saintess was involved it must be something serious...but this was really unexpected.
An enemy stronger than what they have faced? Is it an exaggeration stemming from a lack of knowledge of what kind of forces Frostbate has faced?
"Can we know more about this enemy?" The silver-haired asked, "With the knowledge of what we should be expecting, it would become a lot more convenient to prepare."
Amara agreed with it, "Indeed if we know what kind of forces we can face, we can at least have a definite direction of our preparation."
Adolf was rendered speechless here, since until now, he also hasn't been provided anything more than this.
Every eye now turned towards the Saintess again.
Alex was surprised that all those eyes weren't making her even flinch as she calmly remained seated here and stated,
"Enemies who can dissect your defenses and strike with precision at your weakest points. Foes capable of overwhelming you with sheer might, yet wielding a pitiful façade that lures compassion—only to seal your downfall."
Taking a pause, she turned her head towards the Frostbate, before adding,
"They are not merely cunning but devastatingly powerful, driven by a singular, unyielding goal: victory at any cost. Honor and chivalry hold no meaning for them; they will defy every code, exploit every weakness, and tread upon every moral boundary. These beings are not just adversaries—they are the greatest nightmare for humanity and every living creature that inhabits this plane."
Those words had a great effect on the people, as the conference hall turned completely silent upon hearing that.
Hearing those words from anyone else had a completely different effect. However, the Saintess had proven her ability to foresee the future more than once. As such it was impossible for them to ignore her words or regard them as exaggeration anymore.
Devon couldn't stop himself from asking, "Are these beings coming in armies or individually?"
His question piqued curiosity from others, as they once again, turned toward the Saintess.
Christopher sneered, "Didn't you hear her? These beings don't hold any ethics, so surely they would attack individually. As such, it becomes necessary for the human factions to prepare their warriors as well."
Although she would have said it more gently, the answer would have remained the same.
Devon didn't look offended since his mind was consumed with thoughts of what they would be facing.
'Individuals with the ability to shake the world?' Eryndor's brows grew closer, as he realized something and voiced it instantly,
"Are they...from another world?"
Devon's eyes narrowed, since he also landed on the same conclusion, and the Queen gasped.
"Othworlder?" The Duke asked, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Adolf hummed before he spoke with a thoughtful look, "Considering Supreme Grace said that they are dangerous for everyone, it's highly unlikely that these beings are from any faction."
His eyes traveled towards the Saintess before he asked the same thing, "Are they from any other plain, Your Holiness?"
The Saintess remained silent for a moment before voicing, "Any further information would be counterproductive."
That made them back off immediately. They wanted to attain as much information as they could, however, not by paying a price.
Adolf suddenly leaned back in his seat and stated, "How about we take a break and then continue this discussion."
"I concur." Amara agreed, given there was a lot to digest before she could make any decision.
Eryndor also didn't say anything, showing that this much was indeed not something he ever expected.
On that note, everyone dispersed, isolating them for an hour so they think about the information they just received.
Sarah chose to relax in her room for the time being.
"Please take care of yourself, Your Holiness." Christopher voiced with a concerned look on his face.
He glared at Alex before muttering, "Safely escort her to her room."
Alex wanted to chuckle, but he held it in and nodded.
En route, when they were alone Alex couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you tell them that they are from the other world?"
Sarah revealed her face from behind the veil. A mischievous smirk danced on her lips as she stated,
"Isn't it fun to make it all mysterious?"
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Edric was stationed near the rear end of the palace as a guarding soldier. Naturally, someone of his caliber cannot be allowed to wander around when so many important entities are around.
Initially, Edric wanted to be a knight and to serve the kingdom, so this was a nice experience for him. His ambition shifted not because he looked down on the job, no, he still respected soldiers and militants from the core of his heart. However, he realized something after spending time with the battalion under Aborne's command and Eric.
If he wanted to grow continuously to serve his nation and humanity as a whole, then he couldn't let himself get restricted. And as a soldier, his movements would be limited.
He had a long conversation with Eric about it—the man being quite easy to converse with when it came to topics like these.
Eric's family has always remained in the mercenary business. However, the family allowed the youngest one—Ark Steelhound, to enroll in the academy and realize his goal.
Which explains why Eric never imposed his opinion on Edric. He suggested the possible jobs that Edric could pursue if he wanted to dwell deeper in his origin and didn't want to have his growth stagnant.
'At the end of the day, being a hunter seems the right job for me...' Eric gave him various ideas, however, none of them suited his taste. Being a mercenary was also not something he could prefer, even though a mercenary's job provided much more monetary gains and the growth of individuals continued to progress.
However, as a mercenary, Edric knew he could never kill people. He was only good at hunting monsters. (People start to emotionally blackmail at the time of death in the name of their family, and Edric can't handle that).
"Woah!" Amanda exclaimed as she raised her hand in alert.
Edric heaved a sigh before muttering, "Don't approach me so silently."
Amanda apologized as Edric sheathed his sword.
"I just wanted to give you this," She forwarded a small lunch box in his direction, "They are taking a break, and Sir Aborne said that it's okay to take a quick break for soldiers as well."
Edric smiled at his girlfriend, "I feel you are making it up..." Knowing how strict Aborne was, it was highly unlikely he would have allowed a break.
However, considering Edric was not a regular soldier and definitely didn't want to make his girlfriend sad, he took the lunch box.
"Thank you." Edric looked at his hands and realized that he was still wearing the gauntlet. Taking them off would have taken time so Amanda stepped forward and tore the bread.
Bringing it near his lips she said, "Here, let the wife feed her dutiful husband."
" ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ " Edric was shy.
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After an hour, the meeting resumed.
The atmosphere around the table was quite grim. Thanks to the fact that the other two rulers always brought their chief advisor along to the summits, they were able to discuss things with someone rather than forming judgments on their own.
Adolf began, "As the matter discussed previously, we would be facing something unexpected and grave in the future. So I would like to first extend my proposal of how we should prepare."
No one spoke in between and allowed the blond one to continue, "It is stated that we would be attacked by individual beings so it's important to prioritize quality over quantity."
Zymeria gave a short nod and considering the lack of any reaction from Eryndor, it seemed he agreed as well.
Adolf glanced at Devon before the man got up and began unfolding the plan they had prepared,
"To choose the best from the human race, we should first need to select those few soldiers from each kingdom who can face off against the other kingdom's best ones. Since we are choosing quality over quantity we should pick a number of how many soldiers we should gather."
"Ten." Eryndor voiced, "Ten pillars of defense would be an appropriate number. And from what you are suggesting, a contest of warriors to choose the best of the best?" Discover more content at empire
Devon nodded, "That would be the most efficient way of knowing who can stand against unexpected danger."
Amara turned her attention towards Adolf before asking, "Don't we already know? I mean, Aborne and Devon, two of your best warriors, are already present here."
Adolf smiled, "No longer, Lady Amara. The new generation has greatly impressed me, proving that records cannot define the current strongest. Although Devon and Aborne are still some of my finest warriors, there are some new faces that you will see. For example, Alex here..."
As he gestured, every eye turned towards the soldier standing behind the Saintess.
Eryndor frowned his brows upon hearing that name and seeing those eyes. A flicker of recognition appeared in his eyes but then, he was only looking at Alex like he was witnessing a stranger.
"He has the strength to fight an adult wolf-kin even though he is just an academy student."
Amara looked surprised, "A wolf at this age? That's quite some feat boy."
Sarah narrowed her eyes as she looked at that expression on the queen's face. She was very well aware of Amara's taste in men, urging the Saintess to tilt to her left and hide Alex behind her.
"Amanda is also quite a brilliant mage," Sarah added, trying to remove the attention from Alex. However, the way Amara narrowed her eyes and her lips thinned in a smile, made the silver head gulp.
Dangerous woman.
"Ah, yes. Who can forget about Amanda, the prodigy of the Soulforge Academy? Being taught under Devon she has developed her skills quite brilliantly." Adolf complimented.
Eryndor was still slightly unclear on the matter, however, he stated his opinion about the preparation, "In two weeks, our clan would arrange a contest of the bravest. It won't be much trouble for me to pluck the top warriors from the contest."
Although the face of the danger was uncertain, it was certain that something grave was about to happen. So Eryndor would surely put more focus on the upcoming contest to get a few names.
Amara also nodded, "By the end of the next month, I think I can provide ten warriors from my nation-"
*CLANG*
Amara was startled, and everyone turned their heads toward the source of the noise.
"Your Holiness?" Christopher asked in apprehension seeing the glass dropping from the Saintess' hand and shattering into fragments.
Alex had a frown on his face as he heard nothing from Sarah and the whole person seemed frozen at her spot.
"Supreme Grace?" Devon voiced but even his call was ignored as Sarah remained completely unmoving from her spot, like she was bound by someone's spell.
Alex leaned forward and whispered, "Sarah...what happened?"
She jolted out of her reverie before stuttering, "S-Someone is coming....someone dangerous."
"...!!" Adolf's eyes widened as he glanced at Aborne, and instantly, the redhead bolted out of the room.
"...m-massive bloodlust...h-he is coming for ca-carnage..." Her voice was shaky, the whole person seemed to be trembling at what was coming.
Alex felt his heart elevating seeing the lady like this as he held her shoulder and her hand before asking, "Who is this person?"
"Ah~she is talking about me."
A chill ran down everyone's spine as they heard a foreign voice arriving from the entrance of the conference hall.
The presence of the being weighed heavily in the room, as if the air itself had turned to lead. The sheer dread it exuded was so tangible, so suffocating, that even the slightest reckless movement felt like it could seal their fate.
Victor was the one who stood on his feet and glanced at the man, "Allen...." A name seeped through his lips as he recognized the man who once was his comrade.
"Hey, Victor. Long time, mate."
Alex slowly recovered from his shock and turned his eyes to face the man.
Long flowing white hair, a lean body, a pair of red eyes, and a complexion paler than a sheet.
'A vampire....'
Eryndor bit his lips before turning towards the intruder, "How dare you show your face here!"
"Calm down, human, I am not here for you." The Vampire voiced, his tone sounding a little too calm for someone who had entered a human's territory and was standing before the three leaders of human factions.
Walking with casual strides he approached the conference table, only to halt when suddenly Devon summoned four Magic Circles and was prepared to vaporize the being, "For breaking the law and intruding into the palace, you have already committed a grave crime, Duke Allen Velmont."
The man grinned, his hands held behind his back as he asked, "That so? Then why don't you call your soldiers and ask them to arrest me?"
Devon's eyes widened in realization. Feeling the presence of an unwanted being the soldiers should have entered the hall already.
The Vampire's lips were extended in a nasty grin as he muttered, "Your palace is under my control now, Adolf. To save yourself and your soldiers' lives, you just need to fulfill my one demand."
Turning his eyes toward the Saintess, he added, "Give me what I desire and I will leave."
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REBIRTH: CHILDHOOD FRIEND OF THE HEROINEC99- For pride(1)
There were rumors that once a Duke ranked Vampire came to propose marriage to the Saintess in the past.
However, naturally, she rejected him.
But now all the rumors were proven right.
The man, dressed in a red suit, lazily sat on a chair while he exposed such a vulnerable side that might tempt a person to ambush him. However, Alex knew that attacking him would be pointless; there was no visible loose opening in his stance that he could exploit.
"You have a family already, why are you fixated on the Supreme Grace?" Victor asked with a frown; he was the only being in the room who wasn't shaken up as much as the others.
The younger Vampire heaved a sigh before singing his sad tale, "Truth be told, when I was rejected by my lady, I wanted to live with the rejection and decided to never disturb her." With his left hand pressed against his chest, he spoke with his eyes closed as if to show his innocence.
However, when he opened his eyes, a gleam of obsession flashed in them, as the inhumane added, "However, as much as I tried keeping myself away from the lady, I found my attention drawing toward her even more. I started seeing her in my wives...hallucinating that she was walking into my life and accepting me as her lord. I completely lost my focus on my work...it became so frustrating that I started slaughtering livestock. Kill, kill, kill, is what I could do to prevent myself from thinking about her!" A maddening look overwhelmed his expression, and then, he turned completely still.
With his head leaning forward he glanced at Victor before whispering, "However, none of it was helpful. I just know that I cannot live without her."
The sheer madness and the subtle blood lust of the man was fair evidence to show his obsession over the Saintess. Even though the Vampire has yet to see Sarah's face, he is extremely infatuated with her.
Alex gritted his teeth, 'This bastard is insane...' He could see that Sarah was nervous as she pinched the corner of his sleeve but in front of the adversary she adopted a bold front,
"I have already stated my response to your proposal, Duke. Please don't burden your soul with any more sin."
"Haah~such a lovely voice," It was like he never heard her saying something; the vampire sighed in admiration, clutching his chest and looking euphoric.
"Lady Saintess, there is no point in trying to convince me. Unless you don't want the soldiers outside to die and every being present inside the room to meet their makers, then follow me to my territory and become my wif-"
**CLANG**
The sound of heavy metal colliding against the floor resonated as Alex finally got his patience worn out.
Every eye turned towards him, and Devon seemed to be in a panic, 'No, Alex, don't do anything rashly here...!!'
The tension was intense in the air, the second passing like hours.
Alex silently stood before the Saintess and looked the man in the eyes.
The Vampire narrowed his eyes even though that smile never faded from his face, "You seem quite close to my beloved. You were holding her hand when I came as well. Hmm~since we haven't married yet, I fo-"
"Okay, just stop." Alex voiced, finding not even a fabric of his body liking this specimen who was just casually imposing whatever he wished, "You are here to claim the Saintess and make her yours, right? Then be a man and prove your worth. After all, if you are not strong you won't be able to protect her in the future, right?"
Eryndor frowned; is this kid desperate to die?
Devon took a strong gulp, 'This can turn real ugly in no time....'
Amara was feeling sympathetic and impressed by his words.
Adolf was clenching his fist and was watching everything unfold silently.
Allen grinned, "You are right," He jumped from the chair, and his body seemed weightless enough to provide him a few seconds of flight as he landed before Alex,
"I need to impress my bride before taking her with me. Consider it some sort of courtship contest."
Tilting his gaze, he looked at the Saintess before asking, "Once I defeat your beloved soldier, you won't show any more resistance, right?"
Sarah remained silent; torn between disgust for the inhumane and concern for Alex, she couldn't muster up a single word.
There always remains a spell at the tip of her tongue that can end her life since she knew a long time ago that this world was filled with crazy people who could go to extreme lengths to have her.
The very thought of being touched by someone else who was not Alex made her skin crawl in disgust.
However, now that she had Alex, she knew she wouldn't need to use that spell.
Alex will win this.
Seeing the sudden confidence in her demeanor made Allen smile wider: this is good. He would enjoy her crestfallen expression when this soldier loses. The taste of defeating a prideful woman crumbling at his feet and surrendering in his bed was just too tempting to let go.
"Okay then, shall we proceed?"
"Yes, we shall," Alex responded, not a speck of nervousness in his voice.
"And you all as well, please join us so I can have you all as the eyewitnesses." Turning toward the others, Allen encouraged.
Adolf stepped forward before demanding, "You have more than enough people to witness the duel; let these two go" Without even gesturing, one could tell about who 'two' he was talking about.
Adolf didn't want the rulers of the other two nations to meet their demise here by any chance, or the three major nations of the human race would be under great threat.
However, "Please Adolf, don't bore me. You know I can't let them go just because they have no worth for me."
Eryndor gritted his teeth, "You think you are all high-" The man's words were cut short as a crushing weight descended on him, an overwhelming force that nearly knocked him to the ground. His body froze, his muscles trembling uncontrollably. It wasn't just pressure—it was suffocating, smothering bloodlust, sharper and more focused than anything he had ever felt.
Allen didn't move a muscle, but his gaze, now cold and piercing, locked onto Eryndor with the weight of a predator deciding how to dismantle its prey. The room darkened as if the light itself recoiled from his presence.
The corners of his lips curled upward, but it wasn't a smile—it was a sneer, dripping with contempt.
"You dare raise your voice in my presence?" Allen's voice, smooth yet razor-sharp, sliced through the silence. Read the latest on empire
It was evident that this being was living up to his race as the strongest one, residing at the top of the food chain.
Even Victor was shaken up at how significantly Allen had grown in these two years from what he last saw.
Eryndor didn't open his mouth anymore, and slowly the pain receded.
"If anyone else have any qualms then swallow it since I am not here to listen to your complaints."
Turning his face back to the soldier, Allen said, "Now then, the brave one."
Alex nodded and began walking along with the Saintess.
Seeing how she was holding his sleeve, made Allen feel a very raw murderous intent arose within him. However, for the sake of what he would gain in another few minutes, he stopped himself.
As they all walked towards the backside of the palace, Devon couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Won't it be better for Sir Victor to fight him?"
Although Alex was strong, probably one of the strongest humans as of now, it was an irrefutable fact that Victor was far stronger than Alex. And considering both of them once shared the battlefield, Victor must have much more knowledge about Allen's fighting style.
From whichever angle one sees, Victor would be the best opponent against Allen.
However, "I cannot fight against him..." Victor suddenly voiced what garnered everyone else's attention, wordlessly asking him the reason.
The pure-blood heaved a sigh, "When I was migrating from my birthplace, I signed a contract with the Monarch that under whatever circumstances, I would never reveal their secrets. And in exchange, he gave me the promise that none of the vampires would ever harm me or my family. Naturally, as a reverse effect, I cannot harm them either."
Now they realized why he refused. Also, they now know why Victor didn't react when an intruder arrived in the conference hall.
Alex could feel that despite how much she was trying to hide it, Sarah was nervous.
Matching her strides, he whispered to her, "You know I will win this right?" The confidence in his voice made her feel a little calmer however, the thought of losing him again, made her heart heavy.
"You are fighting for my pride Alex, so I won't accept anything except victory."
The silver head grinned before muttering, "That's more like it."
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REBIRTH: CHILDHOOD FRIEND OF THE HEROINEC100- For pride(2)
What does Alex know about Vampire? Naturally, when he inherited the knowledge of the previous owners, Alex learned various things about different races.
Their strengths and weaknesses. What they like and what they do not. What makes them stronger, and what unnaturally weakens them? Like the wolf-kin or other similar beast kinds become stronger when they are out for revenge. Emotional instability provides them a boost which can easily overwhelm their foe.
From what Alex knows, the Vampires have only two glaring weaknesses that he could exploit: first is the sun, which makes their blood warmer and Soul Energy a bit unstable. And the second was the lack of blood around.
Vampires can reenergize themselves mid-battle by the blood of any being. However, considering the pride of this specific Vampire, Alex doubted if he would resort to external help.
Considering these two conditions, Alex hoped he could somehow win this battle.
.....
Standing under the sun were the two individuals who had taken the challenge of a death battle.
Alex's eyes were trained on the inhumane who lazily stood there, with a relaxed smile on his face. His whole demeanor suggested how seriously he was taking this battle.
However, Alex had a feeling that if he attacked the man mindlessly by trusting his laid-back pose, then he would be facing severe consequences.
"Ready when you are, soldier," Allen spoke while gesturing him with his finger.
A moment of pause, before Alex exploded into motion, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he activated Quick Silver. His body blurred, closing the distance in a heartbeat, the blade already slicing toward Allen's neck.
However, as he expected, the Vampire just tilted his body enough to dodge the attack, "Hoh~that's some speed, boy."
Alex didn't hesitate, not for a second. He pivoted mid-motion, his hip rotating as he launched a vicious backhanded slash aimed squarely at Allen's neck. The air seemed to ripple with the force of the strike.
Allen ducked, his movements fluid and almost playful. As Alex zipped past, Allen's foot tapped the ground with a casual flick, but the impact sent a crack through the earth beneath him.
.Before the dust could settle, Alex unleashed another Quick Silver, the blade a blur in his hands, aimed at Allen's chest this time.
The audience was silent, captivated by the speed and ferocity of the exchange. They watched in awe as the silver blur phased through Allen's form, cutting the air with deadly precision, but never once leaving a scratch on the Vampire's skin.
"He is fast...but not enough to take him by surprise," Victor commented as he saw the battle unfold before him.
"He is not being predicted. Rather, Alex is just slow enough for Allen to dodge," Devon added, a frown on his face.
Calling Alex 'slow' would be unfair since the shockwave of his movements and strikes was enough to make the windows rattle and leave several dents around the ground. The force of each blow sent tremors through the air, shaking the earth beneath him as though the very fabric of reality was bending under his speed
However, the vampire he was fighting has lived centuries to stand here; although vampires aren't involved in wars much, they surely have battle experience from a very early age.
Then something happened; Alex stopped and Allen tensed.
The air shifted as Alex pulled back his sword, gripping it tightly. His stance lowered, his muscles coiling like a spring. Allen's relaxed posture straightened slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing.
"Tempest Dart!" Alex roared, hurling his sword forward with all his strength.
The weapon shot through the air like a silver comet, the force of its launch shaking the ground beneath Alex's feet. A deafening crack echoed as the sheer velocity created a visible shockwave, ripping through the air.
The ground behind Alex split apart, the raw power of the move leaving a jagged scar across the battlefield. Along with the gauntlet, the whole sleeve of the silver head was torn in that attack—revealing his charred arm.
Devon's mouth parted wide as he realized the severity of the attack. As the first thing that came to his mind was, 'Is his hand okay?' Read exclusive chapters at empire
The sword hurtled toward Allen, its edge gleaming with deadly precision. It was more than a weapon—it was a storm of destruction, slicing through the wind with enough force to shatter ice pillars.
Allen's relaxed expression vanished, replaced by a sharp focus. His hand snapped up, fingers spread wide as he braced himself.
The sword collided with his palm, the impact reverberating like thunder. Allen's feet dug into the ground, cracks spiderwebbing beneath him as he skidded back several meters.
His other hand shot out, gripping the sword's blade to stop its momentum.
Blood dripped from his palms as the edge cut into his skin. His arms trembled slightly under the force, veins bulging as he struggled to contain the weapon's power.
For a moment, it looked as if the sword might overwhelm him. However, in the next, Allen released a stream of blood shot from his forearms and attacked the blade.
'Tch.' Victor clicked his tongue as he realized what the younger one was attempting.
Strange runes appeared around the sword before the vigor from the weapon receded and it slowly began to decay.
Slowly, the sword faded into the air, and the Vampire Lord finally breathed a sigh of relief, "You made me use my-!!"
A moment of alert was all he needed before the Vampire ducked and Alex's sword phased through the spot where his head was a moment ago.
Kicking Alex's shoulder, Allen leaped away and landed several feet away.
Alex gritted his teeth in annoyance. For fuck sake, his Moon Dance had to fail just at the right moment!
"Yo soldier...what the heck was that attack just now?" While running his fingers around his neck the Vampire couldn't stop himself from feeling a bit amazed at how skillfully the boy reached his blind spot.
If not for the inhumane instincts he has built in the years, Allen might not have been able to dodge that attack.
Alex took several long breaths and steadied his stance.
While rubbing his neck, Allen realized that he was dragging the battle longer than he intended, Allen decided.
His grin vanished as his eyes glowed crimson, his once casual demeanor replaced by an overwhelming bloodlust.
"Playtime's over," he muttered, his voice dripping with malice.
In an instant, Allen was gone, leaving behind a gust of wind. Alex barely caught a blur before the Vampire appeared right in front of him, his fist driving toward Alex's chest like a battering ram.
Alex twisted just in time, the punch grazing his side. The sheer force shattered the ground beneath them, sending shards of stone flying.
Allen didn't pause. He spun around, his leg whipping toward Alex's head like a scythe. Alex ducked, the air above him howling from the kick's velocity.
Although he wasn't as fast as that mutated wolf, Allen had the advantage of his smaller size.
The silver head's face was pale as he barely dodged that attack and was still spasming by that first assault.
But Allen's follow-up was relentless. His claws extended, slashing toward Alex's chest. Alex managed to backpedal, but not far enough—a shallow cut burned across his ribs.
Allen didn't let up. He darted behind Alex, slamming a knee into his back with enough force to send him sprawling forward. Before Alex could recover, Allen's foot came down, aiming for his spine.
"Too slow," Allen hissed, his voice cutting through the chaos.
Sarah's eyes widened as she hurried forward, only for several soldiers wearing red and black uniforms to appear before Sarah; completely blocking her way.
"Don't do it, Your Holiness. You will make it worse." Amara warned.
The emotions the Saintess felt were similar to those felt by every other person since Alex was currently not only fighting for the Saintess but also humanity's pride as well.
'Ceaser...' With her fist clenched, Sarah dreadfully called him out.
Allen's grin twisted into something far more sinister as he disappeared once more, reappearing inches from Alex with terrifying speed. His clawed hand lashed out, aiming for Alex's sword arm.
Alex blocked the first swipe with his blade, but the impact jolted his arm violently. Allen's second strike followed immediately, a crushing blow to Alex's forearm.
*Crack*
The sound was unmistakable. Pain exploded up Alex's arm as he staggered back, his sword dropping slightly. His grip faltered, but he refused to let go.
Allen had a blend of agitation and amusement on his face as he leaped into the air, swirling in a perfect arc; he stood behind Alex and held both his hands by his wrists.
Alex was too injured to free himself.
Pressing his foot against Alex's back, Allen looked at the Saintess, "This is the warrior you chose to protect you right?"
**CRACK**
With a fluid movement, Allen broke both of his arms and sent Alex stumbling forward.
Sarah fell to her knees, her eyes clouded by tears as she saw her beloved in such a state. The effect of Decay was slowly taking his life away.
Although her face was covered, Allen could guess her current expressions, and that made him extremely pleased.
However, what made him frown was the fact that he never heard Alex falling to the ground.
Turning his head, he found him just standing there lifelessly.
"Tch, just die already!" Allen shot forward, and so did Victor to stop him—however before either of them could reach their destination...Alex vanished.
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REBIRTH: CHILDHOOD FRIEND OF THE HEROINEC101- For pride(3)
[Alex's POV:]
Did I underestimate my opponent? No.
I ended up using most of my powerful stances against him to create a single opening that would decide the conclusion of the battle.
In my previous life, the sword techniques I learned from the old man were enough to deal with any kind of danger and in any number. After all, the best thing a person in that world comes up with, in retaliation is a gun.
However, the people of this world...the beings that share the same planet as us, were different. They were born strong and have spent ages refining their techniques and gaining battle experiences.
However, despite being aware of all of that, I never faltered while challenging that shit-head, since no one in the world, except for me, had the right to look at Sarah like that. To call her with such intimate names and have the desire to possess her was enough for me to decide to challenge him.
I just wanted a single opening...to land my Moon Dance and end the battle. I have the perfect opportunity...yet, I failed.
Because of a relentless barrage of assault, I had been bestowing up that shit stain, I couldn't control my racing heart, and having perception like fifty times better than humans, Allen sensed me.
"Agh...it's hot..." I had no idea where I was at the moment. It all felt hazy and vague...feeling like I was high.
The left side of mine was hot, like something would burn me if I lean too much. However, having my body so tired and battered I couldn't stop myself from leaning toward the heat.
Will it burn? I pondered. I knew on my right was something more comforting and cold...a zone which I mostly prefer. However, at the moment, when everything has gone so haywire, I was willing to let go of my restraint and become one with the heat.
Would it be wise...I don't know.
In the end, I just sat down where I was and extended both of my hands to submerge them into the heat and cold at the same time.
Yes, this felt the best.
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"Just die already!" Allen growled as he lunged toward the silver head; the intention to slaughter was evident by the blood lust he radiated.
Victor weaved through the soldiers and lunged toward Alex as well, intending to put himself between them to protect the teenager.
However, before either of them could have reached the said teenager, Alex vanished.
*SWISH*
"Agh!" And in the next moment, Allen winced as he was pulled by his hair; bringing a sudden halt to his movement and causing his scalp to get stretched by the force.
Allen's eyes narrowed as he found Alex standing there, his eyes dazed and his silver hair levitating in the air menacingly.
The soldier's aura was suffocating, alive with a dreadful energy that made the air feel thick and unbreathable. Alex's entire presence was monstrous, a predator in human form. With a savage grip on Allen's hair, he leaped back like a coiled beast unleashed, slamming the vampire into the ground with such brutal force that the surface split open.
Adolf and Amara fell to their knees by the shockwave, while Eryndor had to stabilize himself as he felt the raw strength behind that single attack.
'What the....' his eyes widened as he felt the familiar energy radiating from the boy and those eyes gleaming with the same intensity that he once witnessed years ago.
The source of his nightmares.
Alle groaned, his bones snapping but regenerating at a inhuman pace before he recovered from the attack and leaped away from the crater.
'This is strange...a human possessing such strength...'
Allen no longer took it casually as he summoned a hundred blood tentacles, surrounding him like a cocoon before he shot the tentacles in Alex's direction.
Each tentacle was ferocious and driven by the lust of slaughtering their enemy. However, just as the horde of tentacles were inches away from Alex, his figure, once again dissolved in thin air, and the attack landed on nothing but soil.
**BOOOOOOM**
Heavy resonation of explosion erupted from the crater, however, Allen was no longer looking at the devastation but searching for the prey.
"Stop hiding, you coward!" He could feel his presence but couldn't pinpoint where Alex was because of his neck-breaking pace. It was infuriating.
Allen clenched his fists, his blood boiling with fury. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was the predator. He was supposed to carve through Alex and claim the Saintess!
Click.
The sound was subtle, almost insignificant, but it snapped Allen's attention to the rear. He whipped around, his tentacles surging toward the noise with lethal force.
Crack.
However, suddenly a sickening crunch echoed in Allen's ears as his vision suddenly turned upside down. Pain shot through his body, sharp and unbearable. Alex had appeared from behind, twisting his neck with brutal precision, the crackling sound reverberating like a death sentence.
Amara gasped, and the soldiers looked restless to have their master's body still facing away, yet his head turned towards his enemy.
Allen gritted his teeth, and while having his neck twisted he tried to bite Alex's neck.
Alex didn't resist, and allowed the Vampire to have a taste—however, soon Allen regretted his decision.
"Agh....ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" A loud cry, akin to what one could expect from a dying man, Allen shouted at the top of his lungs as he staggered away from Alex while vomiting out whatever he consumed.
The nasty and lava-like hot blood was making him experience pain stronger than what his still broken neck could provide.
Everyone watched in amazement at how a vampire was trembling after sucking someone's blood.
"The tables have turned..." Devon had a sneer on his face as he looked at the vampire whose face was pale and couldn't stop from crying out his pain.
Allen staggered back, his screams piercing the battlefield as Alex stepped forward, his silver hair clinging to his sweat-slicked skin, glowing faintly under the sunlight. His eyes were devoid of humanity, gleaming like the cold steel of a freshly sharpened blade. The aura surrounding him grew heavier, suffocating, and it felt like the air itself was trembling in submission.
Allen's body trembled, his broken neck still at an unnatural angle, his pale face contorted in agony. But before he could even muster a defense, Alex vanished.
CRACK!
A fist slammed into Allen's side with the force of a battering ram, shattering ribs like brittle twigs. The impact sent him flying, blood spraying from his mouth as he crashed through a line of trees, splinters embedding into his skin.
Allen gasped, trying to rise, but Alex was already there, moving faster than the vampire's eyes could track. Another blow, this time to his stomach, drove Allen into the ground.
THUD!
The impact caused the earth to cave beneath him, dirt and rock erupting like a geyser. Alex didn't stop. He grabbed Allen by the arm and yanked him up, the motion so violent that the sound of bone snapping echoed across the battlefield.
RIP!
Allen howled as Alex tore his arm clean off, the limb discarded like garbage. Blood poured from the jagged wound, pooling beneath the vampire as he writhed in agony.
The vampire tried to use his blood art to paralyze Alex, but, much to his horror, the blood he launched was getting absorbed by the beast!
Alex remained unbothered as he slammed his claw onto the man's chest, with enough intensity to dig his nails in his flesh before he began to rip his chest off.
"AGHHHHH!! STOP YOU MONSTER!!" Allen's screams reached a fever pitch as Alex's claws dug deeper into his chest, shredding flesh and bone with grotesque ease. Blood sprayed like a fountain, the metallic stench saturating the battlefield. The onlookers could barely stomach the sight, their faces pale and horrified as Alex's monstrous strength reduced the vampire lord to a mutilated heap.
But Allen wasn't done yet. With a desperate growl, he unleashed his trump card.
"You think I'll die like this?!" Allen roared, his voice ragged but laced with fury. His remaining arm shot upward, blood pooling from his chest and forming a massive, writhing sphere above them. The sphere pulsated with dark energy, its surface swirling with ominous, blood-red patterns.
"Crimson Eclipse!"
The sphere erupted, tendrils of blood lashing out in every direction, each one crackling with destructive energy. The ground beneath them crumbled as the attack expanded, aiming to obliterate Alex in its wake.
Alex's instincts screamed danger. He snarled, his silver hair whipping around as he released Allen and leaped back with inhuman speed. Even so, the tendrils chased after him like serpents, their tips glowing with deadly intent.
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The explosion that followed was cataclysmic.
BOOOOOOM!
The shockwave ripped through the battlefield, leveling trees and scattering debris for miles. And if not for Amara and Devon erecting a barrier, the others would have been affected as well.
When the dust settled, Allen stood in the center of a massive crater, his body trembling but still upright. His chest had partially regenerated, though the effort had drained him.
Alex also stood there, completely unscathed, as he looked down at the Vampire in a daze.
Before he could have taken a step forward, Victor appeared before him and said, "Killing him would mean challenging the Monarch of Vampires. Don't take any rash steps here."
Although Victor was saying it for his sake, in his current mind, Alex could think of everyone as his enemy who was coming in between him and his prey.
Alex raised his hand, ready to attack Victor, when suddenly, someone grabbed his hand from behind—pausing the silver head.
A whisper rang in his ear which made Alex's whole body jolt,
"It's enough now Ceaser...please come back to me..."
His hair lost their vigor and stop radiating the illumination before Alex turned towards the woman and softly muttered, "Sarah..."
Those were the last words, Alex spoke before his consciousness slipped away and he fell into her arms.
At that moment, not only the vampire was defeated, but a certain priest as well.
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Celestria might hate her now, but Amanda had no other way other than freezing her legs and knocking her out instantly after.
After all, being hated was far better than letting her friend die.
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When Celestria and Amanda heard the reverberation of battle and Alex's cry, the Princess was about to walk out of the room even though they both knew that the soldiers of enemy forces had surrounded the palace and were guarding each room.
Amanda had no idea who these people were but just their presence alone told her that they couldn't defeat them. Not when there are hundreds in numbers.
As such, the best thing Amanda could do and hope for was Alex's victory. Celestria was crying even while unconscious; however, as much as it hurt her, Amanda felt this was the correct option.
'But it has been too silent now..' Amanda frowned, a corner of her mind continuously telling her the worst conclusion; however, she didn't pay much attention to that negative side and continued toward the door.
Opening the door slightly, she was astounded to see the red and black uniforms-wearing soldiers were already moving, and they seemed to be heading outside.
'Is the battle over?' She was curious and apprehensive to know the result, so she didn't hold herself back from walking out of the room and approaching the backside of the palace from where all the tremors were arriving.
"Ahh!" She gasped as she saw Aborne carrying Alex, followed by the three great rulers and her sister.
She ran her eyes around and found Devon to be heading behind them as well, so she took her chance and interrupted him, "Sir Devon!"
The older one halted in his path and looked at the lime-shade-haired girl before asking, "Why are you roaming around? It's still not safe here."
There must be a thorough inspection of the palace first before Devon could be rest assured. He couldn't trust that the Vampire had not planted any surveillance artifacts or left any soldier of his behind.
Amanda hurriedly asked, "What was happening just now? And what happened to Alex?"
Devon heaved a sigh and told her, "It was a Vampire who came here to pursue The Saintess, and Alex fought him to protect her."
Amanda's eyes widened in shock. She has heard about the popularity her sister held, but a Vampire to come here just for her?!
Amanda was aware of the strict law forbidding any being from trespassing the veil, so the Vampire must have already decided to sacrifice everything to come here.
Wait..., "So what happened? Did Alex win?"
Devon raised his brows, "Did you not see your sister just now?"
Saying so he walked away, leaving the girl all bewildered.
Alex fought and won against a Vampire Lord—the realization made her both elated and dumbfounded.
She decided to first check on Edric before asking about Alex.
She already knew where he was stationed so she dashed toward him, passing by several friendly soldiers who were searching around the palace for any remnant of enemy forces.
"Ed?" She reached the place where he should be standing but he wasn't. A frown contoured her face as she looked around and continued to call for him,
"Ed?"
"I am here." A voice called her out, urging Amanda to look down at the stairs, and found her boyfriend sitting there....bruised and battered.
"What happened to you?!" She instantly took out a potion, which she always carries around, before taking the lid off and kneeling before her lover.
His left eye was swollen to the point it was barely opening, his cheek had a red and black mark and the way he was cradling his left arm, it was apparent that he received severe damage to his arm as well.
Edric didn't resist when she fed him the potion, and once he felt a little better, he told her, "I tried fighting them...defeated seven of them, but they had some strange Soul suppressing tools as such, I couldn't last much longer."
He has no shame in accepting his defeat but the regret in his voice was quite evident.
Amanda's heart felt her heart becoming heavy upon hearing that as she asked in a shaky voice, "Why did you have to fight them? Alex was there to handle things."
Edric heaved a sigh, "The being in question was a Vampire Lord, Amy. I couldn't have let him do all the work alone." Although he had the intention, Edric failed.
"If only I had found a better way of sneaking away...but no, as you say, I always charge in like a bull." There was no amusement in his voice but sheer frustration that, once again, Alex had to deal with the danger by putting his life at risk.
Amanda couldn't stop herself from embracing the little idiot, startling Edric as she did, and told him,
"You are an idiot to blame yourself, Ed. Our foe brought enough forces to suppress the most secured place in Grimland—naturally, no one could have fought against them. So stop blaming and calling yourself weak."
Edric's shoulders slumped in defeat. He knew he was still thinking irrationally, and what Amanda said was true, but still, he couldn't shake off this feeling that despite coming this far, Edric was so weak that every other enemy suppresses him so easily.
'Am I restraining my other side a little too much?' The question arises; however, remembering the last time he allowed his transformation instincts to take over, he decided to discard those thoughts.
"Amy...did you feel it?" As they slowly detached, Edric asked her.
The other one looked nervous, as she instantly discerned what he was talking about.
After a very brief pause, she nodded, "Yes...the same presence..." A jolt ran down her spine even when she was talking about it.
The presence that made them so fidgety was the same presence they felt when that mutated Wolf attacked the Steelhound's territory.
That version of Alex which still gives Amanda nightmares, the aura he possessed at that time was something she felt today as well.
However, "It was quite tamer in comparison." Edric was quite nearer to the battlefield, and thanks to his heightened senses, he could feel the SE of other beings more clearly than others.
Based on that, Edric could tell that Alex somehow suppressed the whole being to appear on the battlefield.
"Do you think Alex gained control over that form?" Edric asked, but Amanda seemed uncertain,
"I don't think that in the second attempt, he could have gained control over that much strength. Remember how he was making that disaster-class monster run like a mutt?"
Edric nodded in agreement before he said, "Let's go and check on others. Is Celestria okay?"
"..." She completely forgot to wake her up.
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[Alex's POV:]
It was fortable.
I couldn't tell where I was since my eyes were closed, but I had never felt any more comfortable than this.
It was like forgetting about all the stress and concern I held for others or myself, would be alright. This feeling was comforting, and I felt scared.
"Hmm~hmm~hmmmm~" What was it? Someone seems to be humming. It feels so peaceful.
I feel so light and relaxed that a sudden urge to never let go of this feeling arose in my heart.
This was addictive.
I clung to this sensation with my life, not wanting to let go of the peace I always chased but could never find. I was desperately wanting this serenity and I found it in this vague state where I couldn't feel my own body.
"How is my child, today? You look healthy." A voice, the same person who was humming softly until now seemed to be talking to me.
But their voice was so vague that I could only discern the syllables, not the tone, to identify whether they were a male or female.
Is this a dream? Why do I feel so calm?
These questions overwhelmed me, but in the corner of my mind, I felt a familiarity with this sensation of being nurtured by this person.
'Ah, I am waking up...' Just as I felt that I could finally see the person, I found my consciousness returning. And truth be told, I have never felt so regretful of waking up.
"mm..." Parting my lids, the first person my eyes landed on was Celestria.
And on the other side of the bed sat my beloved Saintess.
I heaved a sigh of relief seeing them safe. However, before I could have tried to move or call them out, I felt someone watching me intently.
With a frown I turned my eyes toward the person and found it was none other than,
"Sir Eryndor." The man stood there silently, watching me with his gaze narrowed.
I guess he now knows that I was the same guy whom he desperately wanted to kill.
I know Sarah and Celestria were one call away from waking up so I didn't panic and asked him, "You look quite intense for a father who has reunited with his child."
The man clenched his fist, "So it's true...you are the cursed child I discarded long ago."
Just as he moved an inch, another voiced interrupted him, "Don't do anything rashly here, Your Majesty, or I won't hesitate to harm you."
I glanced toward my left and found Edric lazily sitting on a chair, with his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
Damn, talk about cool entry.
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REBIRTH: CHILDHOOD FRIEND OF THE HEROINEC103- Father? Pfft-
The child is cursed—Eryndor always thought. He has discerned that keeping Alex close meant death to everyone around him. At that time, he had to consider things as a patriarch of the clan rather than a father.
It didn't help that the woman he devoted his life to cheated on him, so the slight inclination he had to save Alex was overwhelmed by the sense of hatred.
Eryndor wondered if Alex was his child or not. The evidence was there, and Eryndor was gifted with a child, which was inhumane. Naturally, he would doubt.
At that time everyone deemed it right to erase his memories and seal his powers. And to be on the safe side, keep Alex imprisoned for the rest of his life.
Eryndor agreed to it since, his child or not, as the Patriarch of the Frostbate clan, he had to ensure the safety of his people first.
However, one of the council members betrayed him at that time and took Alex far away from Whiteden. The betrayer was punished, and Alex was searched for quite a long time.
Little did Eryndor think that he would find the same snorty brat here in Grimland, as one of the soldiers.
"What happened, old man? Feeling annoyed that you can't kill me even when I am right in front of you?" Alex asked, a thin smirk dancing on his lips.
Eryndor had already guessed that the brat was close to the Saintess, given how he fought for her pride, and the way she seemed worried during the battle was quite an evidence that they share a special connection. And if there had been any doubts, her choice to stay close to Alex until he woke up made it clear that the lady held Alex in high regard.
On the other side was the Princess of Grimland and she has the support of her father to protect Alex.
However, at the moment Eryndor's biggest reason for worry was the young boy standing behind Alex and radiating an aura which has kept Eryndor at the edge of his seat.
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There was no doubt the boy had a history steeped in bloodshed; such a potent bloodlust was far beyond what any mere cheeky brat could muster.
Looking closely, Eryndor remembered someone mentioning something about the champion of Grimland who completely overwhelmed the students of the National Academy of Whiteden.
Eryndor was a seasoned warrior so he could tell that taking any rash decision would mean he should be prepared to lose an arm, at the very least.
"Having so many people stand beside you…have you threatened their lives to make them submissive?"
The man spoke with a snarl, evident contempt on his face.
Edric growled, but before he could have said anything, Alex responded, "Why don't you kneel before me and thank me first, for saving your ass?"
"!!!" Eryndor's eyes widened. Kneel? And before a brat?! A cursed one at that?!
"You are nothing but a wimp without that curse. And you wish to see me kneel before evil?!"
Alex wanted to laugh, but his body hurt a little too much to chuckle at the moment. He couldn't tell if the man was blind or just plain foolish to believe Alex was weak. And what without the curse? Isn't that curse a part of him?
"You know what would be the best for you, Your Majesty? It's that you forget about Alex's existence and return to your nation. Since not only I and the Saintess, but the whole nation regards Alex as the hero." Edric spoke, his tone making it obvious that he was threatening the man.
Drawing closer to the bigger one, Edric added, "And trust me, you don't want to know the consequences of touching the Hero of Grimland."
Eryndor narrowed his eyes—he was right. He cannot act rashly here despite how much hatred he carries for Alex. He cannot kill the being who has saved the Saintess today or Eryndor would not get to leave Grimland unless he was prepared for a war.
His ego was hurt but he still gave priority to his nation and his people.
Wordlessly he glanced at Alex before turning on his feet and walking away.
Edric heaved a sigh after he closed the door and looked at Alex, "Damn man, he was one hell of a father."
Alex shrugged, "Just blood related; nothing more I have to do with that man."
Edric was informed about the whole situation regarding Alex's family and under what circumstances he was sent to Grimland.
Call it instincts since Edric knew the man would come to see Alex. As such, despite how much Amanda requested him, he decided to remain in Alex's room.
"You did the right thing," Suddenly Celestria voiced, startling Edric as he asked,
"You were awake?" After he saw the other lady also raising her head, "S-S-Supreme Grace?"
The woman's face was covered yet Edric felt she was looking at him warmly, as she uttered, "You did great, child. May God bless you."
*Ba* Dum*
Her sweet voice elevated his heart race and a tinge of blush appeared on his cheeks.
He lowered his head and spoke in a hurried voice, "Thank you for your kind words!"
Celestria chuckled, "Look at you, blushing and all. I wonder how Amy will react if she knows."
"...!" Edric glared at the Princess before he stood back straight, and after a brief cough, he said, "I will be resting in my room. Call me if you need something, Alex."
Once Edric left, Sarah instantly unveiled her face and revealed her eyes which were blurred by tears.
Alex heaved a sigh as he said, "I can't get up to wipe your tears…so please don't cry."
Celestria went to bring some warm water from the nearby table as she said, "Lady Saintess, why don't you use your magic to heal Alex already?"
Alex looked at Sarah with a questioning look; wondering the same thing.
Sarah looked helpless as she told them, "I did try to heal him," Just as she said, her hands glowed with a silver hue before she pressed it on Alex's chest,
However, "But his body is rejecting my magic," upon her words, the hue escaped Alex's body and disappeared in thin air.
Alex frowned; this was strange. Before this, he had no problem getting healed by the other nurses back in the Academy. And all the potions he drank were working on him as well.
"Is it related to my Curse?" Alex muttered under his breath, which urged Sarah to add,
"I studied your Curse Seal and I can tell that it's slightly damaged."
Alex's brows raised, "You know about it?"
Celestria responded, "Edric told us the whole story."
Alex heaved a sigh, that guy has a big mouth and barely any resistance against persuasion.
Throwing away those thoughts, he asked the Saintess, "So what do you know? Is it bad?"
Sarah looked uncertain, "I can tell that the seal is damaged, and it probably happens when you utilize the powers of that being that resides within you."
Taking a pause and looking contemplative, she added, "There was a time when the presence of the Curse turned too ominous, to the point I felt like throwing up. Considering my magic efficiency with purity and light, I seemed to be the most affected. However, slowly that presence receded."
Alex was unsure, "You mean to say, I willingly lowered the presence?"
Sarah nodded, "It seems you were able to control how much power you were drawing from that curse."
Alex…somehow expected it. If he had turned berserk like that time when fighting the big wolf, then he might as well have woken up in a cell.
What was the catalyst that helped him control his strength? Alex needs to think about it.
"Alex, you need to stop using that power. I have a bad feeling about this curse." Celestria muttered as she helped him drink the water.
The concern in her eyes and the shakiness of her voice were enough evidence to tell how scared she was.
Alex took a long breath once he finished drinking and said, "I am aware that the curse is a bad omen; however, until it's a part of me, and I don't understand what in the world resides within me…I can't do anything about it."
Taking a pause, he added, "Until I continue to feel helpless during a battle, that being from within me will continue to appear."
Silence descended inside the room as everyone held concern about the Curse he was burdened with.
Sarah tried to search her memory but she couldn't find if she had read about this curse before. None of the patients she has treated had similar traits as Alex.
"I think I should go and search in the Cathedral's library about it," Sarah suggested.
However, Alex had a better idea, "Or I can just ask those who bestowed me with this Seal and see what they have to say about this curse."
Celestria was startled, "Even though your father has recognized you, you are going to Whiteden?"
Alex smirked, "That nation doesn't belong to him alone. Don't worry, I will have someone sponsor me~"
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