It was a buzzing ballroom and every noble of the land of Alanoir gathered for a celebration of an accomplishment. Invitations had been sent and it was answered by every noble in the land, Count Philip Harth the man behind the party or would call it the host of the party was in the upper chamber greeting VIPs of the occasion. “Don't you see what is happening? It's a party and I want to let everyone know that this is an astonishing accomplishment” Count Philip Harth said while letting out a huge laugh. And there was Ian Verdamot, a charismatic young man six feet tall, the last of the bloodline of the house of Verdamot known for their distinguished white hair and blue eyes and considered by everyone as a weakling. He worked in the healing department of the empire and even though he had no social status he worked himself off and made a breakthrough in an elixir. The elixir of mana, as the name implied, was a groundbreaking discovery of a dose that could replenish mana after being

“You want to tell me that there was a siege and you managed to fail in killing him there?!” The room was filled with different men who seemed to be angry about something, and in their midst was Cruz. It was as if he was being punished for failing to take Nathan out that chance he had. “I am sorry, great lords, I was not sure what was going to be the outcome of things, but…” “There are no buts.” He was silenced; it was like they didn't even want to listen to a thing he was about to say. “You were there with him in your sight, and you failed to even land a blow!” “And he has the mind to try and say something like an excuse of some sort? Is he insane?” Cruz bowed his head, he was filled with anger. He was piercing himself with his fingernail, burning with rage; nothing was going to hold him back from even taking down Nathan. “I know you think all the men you have rallied are going to be enough to do something, but if you are not going to move your body to take him down, then you