I No Clown

Night on the West Coast

But one thing was certain. The magic possessed by the mysterious figure far surpassed all the mages on the West Coast. At least, they considered the mysterious man to be a Great Mage.

"Where did he go?" asked an admiral on the Great Wall.

He was watching every point down there with a telescope.

"Looks like he doesn't want to be recognized," replied a female mage to the admiral's right. "Oh, God... imagine if such a powerful mage were our friend!"

"Yeah," the admiral replied. "That's exactly what I was thinking. Goddamn it!"

The admiral gave up trying to find the mysterious mage with his telescope.

"No matter what," he continued, "we need to find out who he is. Then bring him to the Central Empire!"

"I think that's a great wish that might be difficult to fulfill."

"Nothing is impossible!" the admiral glared at the mage. "While we have the chance, we can do it!"

The mage took a deep breath, then cast her gaze down to where the surviving warriors and soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield that now looked and sounded quiet.

"I will report this to the nobles and royalty," the admiral said as he left the mage. "You stay here with the others until it's completely safe!"

"Yeah, of course!" the mage said without turning around.

"Hey, let's get up!" a soldier helped an injured mage.

It was the same mage who was previously helped by the mysterious man with the wide hood.

"Hey, soldier," said the mage as he stepped on the soldier's shoulders. "Did any of us see where the mysterious mage went?"

"I don't think so," replied the soldier. "He just disappeared into the smoke and dust."

"I see, huh?" the mage let out a long sigh.

"I've never seen anything like that before."

The mage glanced at the warrior. "Yeah, for sure," he replied. "Unless you've served in the Svarnabhumi Empire."

"I know," the warrior smiled blandly. "But still, that was amazing, and terrifying at the same time. Hey, maybe we could meet him again?"

The mage shrugged. "Who knows?"

A Royal Warrior strode hurriedly down a hallway crowded with the activities of warriors and other soldiers, in the central region of the West Coast.

He arrived at the door of a room and knocked on the door.

"Young Master," he called out, "are you done in there?"

Meanwhile, inside the room, an 18-year-old girl was being banged by a man. Although the girl seemed to be resisting and struggling, the man became even more lustful towards her.

In the room there were also four other men in the same condition, naked. It was like they were waiting for their turn to enjoy the girl.

The girl screamed and even hit the man who was banging her violently. But, it was as if her punches and screams didn't ease her condition under the man's thrall.

The knock on the door sounded again.

"Hey, man," one of the four men said to the man on the girl. "Looks like that soldier really needs you!"

"Yeah!" the man on the bed turned around, and it was Ryvel.

He had just spurted his liquid inside the girl and was smiling widely with satisfaction despite his labored breathing.

Meanwhile, the girl herself could only cry at what Ryvel had done to her, covering her face with her two palms.

Ryvel got off the bed and put his clothes back on.

The door was knocked on by someone from outside, again.

"For God's sake," Ryvel exclaimed in annoyance. "Could you be patient for a moment, huh?"

"I'm sorry, Young Master," replied the soldier behind the door.

"You stupid soldier!" Ryvel stepped up to the door and then opened it. "What's the matter, huh? You know that you've been interrupting me having fun with that new girl, don't you?"

"I am sorry, Young Master," the soldier bowed slightly to Ryvel. "But, Lord Blackwood requests that you come to the ship, immediately!"

Ryvel took a deeper breath, thinking of a thing or two. He turned to his four comrades in the back.

"Hey," he said, "make sure all the holes in the girl's body are filled with your shits! Got it?"

The four men shared a chuckle.

"You don't need to teach us, Ryvel!" replied one and walked over to the girl lying on the bed. "Come on, Alicia, you'll serve me next!"

"No, please!" screamed the girl who was none other than Mathias' younger sister. "Don't hurt me anymore, please. Let me go!"

"Come on Alie, it's an honor for you," chuckled the man. "Serving the lust of us warriors. That way, you will live longer!"

"No, please," Alicia screamed in tears. "Get away from me!"

Ryvel closed the door with a smirk of satisfaction, leaving the room accompanied by a soldier.

Inside a large ship that was resting in the harbor among other ships.

The Young Master of the Blackwood family entered the center deck which was the largest room of the three-masted ship.

Inside the large room were several royal officials, nobles, and young women serving food and drinks to the important people in their skimpy outfits.

Ryvel approached his father who was explaining something to the others.

"We'll be leaving soon―"

"Father, do you need me?"

"One moment, gentlemen..." Edwar Blackwood, 50 years old, glanced to the back right where his son stood nearby. "Find your seat, son. We'll talk more later."

Without being ordered a second time, Ryvel had already found a seat for himself.

"Hey," he greeted a girl who was none other than Cindy.

"Come, Ryvel," Cindy said with a sweet smile. "Have a seat here."

"Evening, Lord Zircon," Ryvel greeted the middle-aged man to Cindy's right.

"Ryvel," replied the man, who was Cindy's father. "You almost missed this meeting. Your father would have been upset with you."

"Yeah..." Ryvel smiled widely and then sat flanking Cindy in the middle. "Oh, I hate this," he muttered.

Cindy giggled softly as she patted Ryvel's thigh. "Idiot!"