“Master, there is indeed a village up ahead.”Since Evelyn was capable of scouting ahead without attracting anyone’s attention, Arthur instructed her to make sure the road they were traversing do lead to a village and not an abandoned settlement.The maid barely took a couple of minutes before returning, though she wasn’t sure why the scouting was necessary. After all, the village was much safer than outside, where monsters and beasts lurk.“Mort! Wake up!”The master slapped the zombie’s bald head, snapping him out of his long daze.“Maaster?”“It’s time for you to have some fun.”“Yees! Fun!”The zombie nodded and happily agreed. Much to his confusion, he was handed some food but, as an undead, he does not necessarily have to eat to sustain himself.“Find the closest swamp and locate a monster. Bait it to the village… you can do that, right?”“Yeees!”“Good good.”“Master?”Evelyn frowned and looked at him, demanding immediate answers.“I need to make sure of something.”“Which is?
“The Hollow Creek Region. It’s just as I had imagined it; Creepy and unwelcoming.”The Militant Syndicate encompasses three major regions: The Archwood Region, the Ember Lands, and the Hollow Creek Region.As the central power of the human continent, the Militant Syndicate has complete control over the Ember Lands and the Archwood Region. However, the Hollow Creek had long since been deemed a dangerous territory, riddled with unsightly beasts and terrifying monsters. Nevertheless, thrice a month, a squadron of Militant Soldiers would be dispatched to patrol the outskirts of the region and ensure there were no disruption in the ecosystem and no big threats that warranted immediate action.Amongst the three regions, the Hollow Creek is the least populated. Apart from a handful of hamlets and villages, the place was barren and not a suitable habitat for humans.Unlike what its name suggests, the Hollow Creek was relatively large and stretched from the edges of Archwood to the far West of
Volume 2 : The Mystery of the BottleThree days after the Blood Purge, Lexander wasted no time and resorted to teleportation magic to head to the Capital. With his friend dead, he had to inform the last of the family, Sancha Sanguis.He was a loyal person and although he failed to protect Leonis, his duty-bound him to seek Sancha, who was Leonis’ cousin. Unlike him, however, Sancha was the leader of the Sanguis Family and an important member of the Aristocratic Consortium.Not only was she a capable and responsible individual, she was also renowned for her fierce physical and magical strength. Like her cousin, she inherited the unique ability to manifest barriers but, as she trained since childhood, her mastery over it had long since reached perfection. Not only that, Sancha also had studied in the Nemia Magical Academy and learned how to control the two elements she had a strong affinity with; Fire and Wind.Sancha Leonis was 34 years old, a distinguished woman of high social status
“S-sakker… this is the place, right?”Joshua, the young guard, as per their master’s specific orders, to the West of Wilsden and stopped in front of the mentioned spot. However, upon seeing what awaited them, the two young men were surprised and confused.Sakker looked around but there were only them in this ghastly place. Instead of answering his friend, he put down the clean letter on the ground and shrugged his shoulders.“Whatever this is, it does not concern us. Come, let’s leave this place and never ever talk about this.”“A-are you sure?”Joshua nervously looked at the letter, not sure if this was the right course of action. However, he soon remembered Leonis’ strict voice and how he repeatedly warned them to keep this a secret till their dying day.Once their simple task was completed, the young guards left the area and returned to the town just as the sun was setting…****Like all the rest of Wilsden’s aristocracy, Arthur was invited to the party. He was in the midst of pick
“This way, Inspector James!”Baron Lernon was all smiles as he politely escorted the newly-arrived Militant Inspector.The man was a tall and well-built man; He wore an expensive-looking black ensemble made of leather, silk, and golden buttons. It was the standard outfit for Inspectors of the Militant Syndicate, they represent power and authority. Not even nobles would dare act arrogant or provoke a Militant Inspector, no matter his or her rank.Just as the messenger had informed him, Inspector James of Donkrig arrived at dawn of the third day and was warmly welcomed into the Baron’s grand manor. The place was cleaned beforehand and everything was decorated accordingly as to please the esteemed and much-awaited guest.“Greetings, Inspector.”Feylord Lernon was right at the entrance too. He elegantly bowed toward the man and spoke with a respectful tone. James of Donkrig nodded at the blonde-haired noble and even faintly smiled, which was a rare thing from his part.“I’ve heard good th
“Hhhoow is ittt?”The zombie wobbled its head, as is its wont, its rotten eyes staring at its unfamiliar master.Arthur was half-kneeling and inspecting the cramped place. Were it not for the torch he had brought, there would be no illumination. Nevertheless, taking into account its limited faculties, the zombie did an impressive job.“Very good. There’s only one more left and we’ll be done.”“Wwhaaat? Onne morre? Buttt I wannt to have ffun!”“I already told you. We will.. soon.”Arthur the hard-working zombie’s shoulder and urged him to continue, which it did, though with apparent reluctance.Once his daily inspection was done, Arthur went back to the basement and checked the rabbit.With the use of his skill: [Blood Succor], Arthur had the ability to transform other beings into half-vampires. However, the procedure was much more difficult than the magical System let on. So far, he had only tested it on living rabbits and figured out that a specific amount of Blood was required. Too
“Good morning, everyone! It’s nice to see you all awake so early…and energetic.”Leonis Sanguis stood at the main spacious hall at the entrance of the estate. Before him, in an orderly line, stood all his workers. Be it maids, chefs, or the two guards that looked young and inexperienced.Unlike Evelyn, who was certain that her master was not the real one, the rest of the servants were oblivious. Therefore, upon hearing his abrupt summon, most were nervous and thought he would throw a tantrum or might even fire them for doing something he did not like.Unexpectedly, their master wasn’t angry. In fact, he was in a very good mood; Cheerful and with a bright smile, he also did not speak condescendingly, as is his wont.“I’m sure you are confused about this. However, fear not, for I consider this a friendly discussion rather than a strict meeting between employer and employee.”Standing behind him, Evelyn was as perplexed as the rest. She looked at him with a slight frown, one that she had
Two men sat opposite each other, both on comfortable leather chairs. They were in a private office, cozy and warm despite the freezing weather outside.“...”One of the two men maintained his silence. He appeared bored and disinterested in this whole session. The second man, however, was grinning from one ear to the other, a small notebook on his hand as he studied his patient.“Speak, Arthur. It is by communicating that I try to understand you. If you are adamant on keeping your thoughts to yourself then how am I to appropriately diagnose you?”“There is no need for all of this. I’m perfectly healthy, mentally and physically.”Arthur Bilgart grumbled and barely held himself from storming out of the psychiatrist’s office. It was their first session together yet he found no reason for his presence here. In fact, he only came at the behest of a friend.“I was told otherwise by your… associate. He claims you’re- for want of a better word- lacking motivation and enthusiasm.”“Look, I’m no