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

“What do you mean that Nathan is not available? We need to talk to him so we would know what we are going to be doing next and how we are going to be tackling Cruz in case he makes another move on the North.” “Sir, Cruz isn't going to be much of your problem now. I know you want to believe otherwise, but Lord Nathan is currently not here to do anything for you.” Carl was doing his best trying to make sure that he would hold his ground against the Elders of the Northern Plain, knowing that the moment they called it would mean that they were going to be asking for things like that. “So you are saying that Nathan is trying to avoid his duties as a general here.” “I said nothing like that, Elder Mac, but you see something is going on here that we would need to settle. Then if there is a chance for him to come there and help in any way he can, he…” “I knew that all of the Generals were the same. He is trying to leave his duties as a general and something else, but this is not going to

The Martins were looking at Cruz like they had seen a fool enter their house, and they did nothing to stop him. "Who in the world do you think you are?" Luke walked up to Cruz, and he was looking at the man, and he wasn't going to be letting someone like that come into their home and give them a headache. "Young man, I would advise you to stay away and make sure that you won't come close to me." Cruz was looking at the young man as he walked closer to him. Luke noticed that the man wasn't someone he would be able to handle, and he had already crossed the line with him. "So tell me, are you going to finish what you started?" Cruz was looking at Luke; he wanted to see if he would be brave enough to do something that stupid, but then it looked like he was not going to be able to handle what was going on. Luke took a step back. He was looking at Cruz, seeing that the man in front of him was a crazy one, and if they made a mistake, it would mean that he was going to lose something. "

Cruz was looking at Ben, he was silent, and there was no way anyone could have imagined that someone would be able to see through his act like that. He was looking at the man, and a smile was still on his face. There was no telling what he would have done to even look at someone who would stand the idea of questioning him like that. "If you must know, I don't like him and I want him to suffer as much as possible, so if you have a problem with that, then I am sorry to tell you that your sob story isn't going to cut anything for me." Cruz was looking at Ben, he was bound to think that there was something he would shake out of him, but nothing was going to come out of that encounter. "I want to ask you now, will you help me get what I want, or are you going to let your family fall apart?" Ben smiled. He turned to the little table beside him, taking a bottle of whiskey there. "You know, children like you are the reason parents often have migraines." Cruz rolled his eyes. he had gotte