2024-05-11 17:10:17Dead or not?
For some time, he kept dodging. But then, the assassin stopped. Leonel was quite worried now, he didn't know what this guy had in mind, he would just be very happy if he could come out alive but then, luck wasn't on his side. "This is not good…" he muttered. He watched as the assassin sword showed a bright blue light which it hadn't shown before. It turned out that the assassin thought that he would be able to take out the affinity less prince without needing his sword or magic but it turned bad since the little fellow kept moving up and down leaving him no choice. 'I want him dead,' he remembered the words his master had said to him and he was ready with all his might to carry on his duty. "I'm sorry your Highness, but I got to do this," the assassin said before fully lunging at Leonel with his sword. "Hell no! You are sick!" Leonel shouted as he ran away from the assassin's sight. The forest was a big one, as if in cue with them, the wind kept on swaying, moving the leaves on the tree. The sun was about to set but that didn't disturb the work of the assassins. "Don't make this hard for me," the assassin said to Leonel who kept moving about again. "The fuck! As if I'll come to you with my neck like a shrimp for you to kill!" He shouted at the assassin again but his words seemed to be the last one. He suddenly felt the change in atmosphere. The wind moved and the assassin was right in front of him. Without giving him any chance to say his last words, he lunged his sword right into his heart. He wasn't even given a chance to plan his next defense. He tried a bit, holding out even though he had no magic, he was able to force the assassin to use his magic but still yet, it turned out that there was nothing he could do without the magic. Leonel held unto the sword fully embedded in his chest while looking into the eyes of the masked man. The assassin forcedly drew out the sword, earning a mouthful of blood out of Leonel's mouth as he coughed out. His chest kept dripping of blood, staining the floor. He was at a loss of words. He didn't know what to say but he knew that he was in a lot of pain. He felt as if the ability to feel pain had been enhanced by tenfold. He felt the world turn as he fell on his knees to the floor. The assassin wasn't done there as he slashed at him again and finally made him fall chest down on the floor. He was in a pool of his own blood. It all looked funny to him. It had always been a hyperbole to him but now it's currently happening to him. His thoughts kept on racing real fast. He could suddenly feel everything. The sounds of the other assassin fighting in the forest, the heartbeat of the assassin in front of him, the sounds of birds chirping, the sound of water dripping. He could hear everything. He knew it, he was about to die. He was quite devastated. Was he truly not going to enjoy this world, learn magic and become the demon king? He suddenly missed his home in Manchester. Right now, he just wanted to go back home and hug his father.. Finally, after all. Leonel's eyes closed as tear drops rolled down his face. 'So pathetic!' He lamented as his body gave up the ghost. "My Lord, please confirm if he's down," the assassin said into a mirror-like object which he was holding. It's the word transmission artifact in the world and currently, the assassin was informing his master of his deed. "Confirmed, he's dead. The life-resonating artifact crystal is dead, you can take the artifact off his neck and bring it back. Well done." The voice resounded from the mirror. "Okay, my Lord," the assassin said. As the message ended, he put the word transmission artifact back into his spatial artifact and did as instructed. The dim necklace was removed from Leonel's limp body. . In the dead of night, exactly where Leonel had been stabbed, his body laid in his pool of blood and the moonlight aided in shedding more light to the view. His breathing had long stopped and he had given up the ghost. What remained was for the grim reaper to come and get his soul. But the question still remained, was he going back to Britain or dying for good? These two questions were answered by the next actions. Suddenly, admist the silent forest, the ring gently resting on Leonel's hand shown a bright golden light. Then, seeps of black smoke came out of it and seeped into Leonel wounds, healing it. The golden light shaped as a ring flew into Leonel's head. The ring disappeared from his finger and if one looked closely, a golden mark was carved on Leonel's forehead beneath his long hairs which covered it. Faint voices could be heard in the forest after the phenomenon. The once silent forest now echoed of a person's voice who seemed to be in distress.
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"How did he die? How is that possible? He is so powerful?" Leonel looked flabbergasted as he asked those questions. He knew that he was tired and exhausted but he thought he could have held off.Like, he was able to still be alive after being stabbed like that."Wel…everything is well. I also feel pity for him. He was such a kind man and yet he died." The lady sighed as she said."But why didn't I die if he was going to die. I could swear that I suffered more injuries than him?" Leonel asked with a downcast tone."You were injured?" The lady asked, confused."Yes, I was.""I find that hard to believe…you were.." she paused and looked at him then stood up from her chair. "I'm coming."She moved and entered a room then came back with neatly sewn clothes. "These are your clothes," she said as she handed them over to him. "I also thought that it was unusual having those cuts and blood on your clothes even though you were not injured.""Oh…so I was miraculously healed. That's…" Leonel shake
….is dead.
….is dead.The lady led him to the bed and helped him to lay down. She also sat down on the bed beside his head and gently raised his head up and placed it on her lap.She moved her hands towards the shelf beside the bed and brought out a lotion from it. She scooped out of it and rubbed her hands together before applying it on Leonel's forehead.She helped and messaged his head which he had used to hit the wall as she moved her hands towards the back of his head."Have you always had this mark?" She asked."No, it just appeared. I'm also surprised about it," he replied, almost too quickly. He was surprised by it all. This woman's hand was so soothing that he didn't know what to say again and he willingly allowed her to place his head on her lap for this long period.Everything about her was so calm and he couldn't help but close his eyes as he savored her warm hands on his hair as she rubbed it. This was what he had lacked at home; the warm care of a mother. Even though his father trie
A strange woman.
A strange woman."Leonel!! Leonel!!" The unmistakable voice of the demon, Lord Darkwoods echoed through the forest.It took a while before he was finally able to fend off all the assassins. It was not like he actually fended them off because suddenly while he was still fighting with them and almost on the verge of passing out, the assassins stopped fighting him and retreated before he passed out.He could have been dead now, but he didn't die so he doesn't know what actually happened.When he woke up, he decided to look for the young prince, hoping real hard that he was not dead.He kept on calling his name and walking through the dark forest with no light to look for him. He was in a very critical condition and the only thing that kept him going was the promise he had made to the previous king. He couldn't think of not obeying him, that was what kept him going even though his knees were almost giving up.He kept on calling his name with no answer until he stumbled on something hard,
Dead or not?
Dead or not?For some time, he kept dodging. But then, the assassin stopped. Leonel was quite worried now, he didn't know what this guy had in mind, he would just be very happy if he could come out alive but then, luck wasn't on his side."This is not good…" he muttered. He watched as the assassin sword showed a bright blue light which it hadn't shown before. It turned out that the assassin thought that he would be able to take out the affinity less prince without needing his sword or magic but it turned bad since the little fellow kept moving up and down leaving him no choice.'I want him dead,' he remembered the words his master had said to him and he was ready with all his might to carry on his duty."I'm sorry your Highness, but I got to do this," the assassin said before fully lunging at Leonel with his sword."Hell no! You are sick!" Leonel shouted as he ran away from the assassin's sight. The forest was a big one, as if in cue with them, the wind kept on swaying, moving the l
A ploy.
Before them stood ten masked men, and he was so sure that they were assassins. Well, they proved them right as they lunged straight at them."Take this cloth, use it to cover your nose while you stay behind me. I'll finish them off quickly," Lord Darkwoods passed a black cloth at him and lunged at them.His confidence was based on the fact that the assassins weren't much to begin with, giving him the impression that he could fend them off straight away.Out of thin air, a sword appeared in his hand, and a green-like substance emanated from it. The masked men also brought out their swords from their waist pack, where it was sheathed, and it also emitted various colors.As he lunged towards them, Leonel felt as though he couldn't breath. He felt his breath caught up to his throat as he struggled to breath and then his eyes went to the black cloth in his hand and immediately he brought it close to his nose and he instantly felt relieved.'What was that? I felt like I almost died?' he tho
Assassins.
Assassins.Leonel kept staring at the food in front of him. Ever since he came back from the parliament meeting on 'how to end his life as he is a threat to the throne,' he has been lost in thought. Maybe it is not so good that he got into this body.Apart from the part of it being a fantasy world and like one of the video games he had played. His life is at stake here. He once heard that if someone died in the transmigrated world, then one has died in the real world. 'What if this is like Alice in borderland where I have to endure till the end for me to wake up? What if my father is waiting beside my hospital bed for me to wake up? What if he had realized that I was telling the truth the whole time?' His thoughts raced as he tried to piece it all together then while in his pool of thoughts, the sound of a spoon being forcibly hit on the table brought him out."Your highness, I'm afraid you don't have all day to be designing your food."He looked up to meet Lord Darkwoods stunt expr
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