Inside a study room, a man with red hair and blue eyes, and a moderately muscular build, sat on his desk scribbling some documents.
He had a look on his face that suggested he was tired of all the busy documentation.
He would've asked his wife to deal with this but she was taking care of their young three year old son.
"Haaa." The man sighed. His butler beside him had a look of sympathy on his face for the man.
He placed his hand on the man's shoulder and nodded at him like he could feel his pain.
Eventually, the man was done with the documentation and heaved a sigh of relief.
"Well done master." The butler said in a well practiced manner then continued. "Now..."
He then dropped a new heap of documents on the table as he completed his statement. "...all that's left are these."
Seeing that, the man's face which had brightened before, fell immediately.
"Haaaa."
"This is so much work." He complained then looked at his butler with a pleading side eye.
"Unless..."
"No." His butler refused in a stoic manner immediately he brought it up.
"Bu–But the game's tonight. Come on. Pleeasse." He begged the butler with puppy-dog eyes.
The butler looked at him then sighed. "Haaa. Very well. As you wish master."
"Yes." The man pumped his fist like a kid who was just promised his favorite snack if he had good behavior.
He was about to stand up and leave the work for his butler when–
BAM!
His office door was swung wide open with force.
A servant immediately ran in, with a phone in their hands, sweat running down their body.
The man was about to ask what the hell she was doing but she handed him the phone, panting as she said, "Mr. Gundfred has something to tell you."
Hearing the name, the man paused. Stared at the maid for a brief moment and took the phone from her hand and pressed it to his ear.
"Viscount Volaris speaking." He said to the person on the other side.
"Lord Volaris. It is I, Gunfred. Sir I have a situation to report." The voice on the other side, Gunfred responded.
"What is it?" Viscount Volaris asked.
"Sir, we've been receiving emergency calls for a while now, and they all emerge from the same town."
"Which town?" Viscount Volaris asked.
"Began Hills Sir." Gunfred replied.
"And? If they have an emergency, there are guards there to resolve the issue. Why are they calling us?" Viscount Volaris asked, partly curious and partly annoyed that his outing is being disturbed because of this debacle.
"Sir that's the issue. The one calling us is the Mayor of Began Hills. And..." Gunfred paused, hesitating.
"And?"
"...he said the Demonic Cult is attacking them. And they are completely outmatched."
Viscount Volaris' expression darkened upon hearing the 'Demon Cult'. He then responded, "Understood."
And turned to his butler. "Sebastian, ready the troops. And prepare the aircraft. We leave in thirty minutes."
The butler, Sebastian, bowed his head in a 90 degree politely as he answered. "At your command master."
Viscount Volaris then spoke into the phone. "Tell Mayor Began that I will be personally leading the troops to rescue the town. All they have to do is hold out for an hour or two."
"Understood my Lord. Oh and one more thing my Lord." Gunfred said politely.
"Yeah?" Volaris asked.
"The Order are also on the move." Gunfred said.
"Very well. We shall meet over there. After all the more the merrier." He said, hanging up.
He then walked up to weapon stack on the wall near his bookshelf, and picked up a longsword with a black and red blade and a red grip.
"Time for one more battle, Vuragan." He said, then hug the sword at his hips and walked out of the office with his butler trailing him.
And so, Viscount John Darian Volaris heads to the battlefield.
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Inside a broken apartment building, a boy with white hair sat on a chair, while two girls slept on the ground with blankets covering them.
There were no visible injuries on the girls' body. This was courtesy of the boy.
Tho, they weren't fully healed and he knew more than anyone that they weren't fully healed.
After all he didn't use holy arts or light magic or divine magic.
Dark magic can heal but it's limited on how much it can heal others. Only on the individual can they use it to the max.
He stayed seating on the chair, looking in a particular direction. The direction the cathedral was located.
When he first awakened, he had sensed a particularly strong mana. It wasn't stronger than his currently but it was quite strong in its own right.
He already had a hunch on who's mana that might be.
Most likely that man that stormed the cathedral with his underlings.
And though given the exp that man would likely give him, he hadn't gone over there yet.
Why?
Because he couldn't leave them. Or Beatrice at least. He couldn't just leave them in the street, unconscious.
Since he fully merged, he was in control of his emotions. That's why even though he cared for Ben to some extent, he still killed him out of necessity.
But yet, he couldn't find it in himself to be cruel to Beatrice. Hence why he's still waiting here.
As for Alice, well since she's still alive and posed no threat to him or Beatrice. And considering the fact she risked her life for them, he didn't see the need to kill her.
Besides as a barely awakened mage, she wouldn't be worth much exp anyway.
"Status." He muttered, and the same blue interface appeared before him, showing his stats.
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Name: Richard(Deivaros Veirs Crimson)
Age:13(400)
EXP: 2100/3000
Fragments recovered: 1/10
STR(ATT): 350(700)
AGI(SPD): 360(720)
DEF: 375
MAGIC: 395
MANA: 10000
MAGIC TYPES:
Elemental magic: Fire, Darkness, Lightning, Water, Earth, Wind.
Void magic:(locked)
Vector magic:(locked)
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"Yikes." Richard muttered staring at his exp. "Gaining exp is hard." He complained.
Granted, the cultists were all relatively weak. But still, all the killing he's been doing and his exp gauge still isn't full.
Of course he'd complain. He even killed a car full of crusaders and still wasn't enough to fill his exp bar.
This made him wonder, how exactly were those at the top able to do that.
How was he able to do that? Nah just kidding. He already knows that his kill count was in the billions. Of course he got stronger much easier.
Both Demons and humans. He had killed probably more than that. So that's probably how he got that strong previously.
But now. Haaa. Would he have to kill again.
And how exactly were humans with their short lifespans able to get that strong in their short lifetimes anyway.
[Simple. Talent. Humans are born with graded talents. Some are born with low talents, some mid, some high talents.
Now even amongst those high talents, there are top tier. Those who's talents are through the roof. They are–]
Richard interrupted the system. "Hero Candidates."
[Exactly. Hero Candidates have an insane growth rate. Their exp gain is tremendous. They grow insanely fast too.
The amount of time and training needed for the average mage to gain 100exp, a hero candidate can gain double that exp with the same amount of training and time.
Also, during training, a few stats tend to increase on their own. Tho little, but it goes a long way.]
"I see." Richard muttered.
He then looked outside to see the cultists still running rampant. Despite killing almost thirty of them, their numbers were still high.
They must've come with almost two hundred members for this attack.
"Mmm...mmm."
He heard mumbling sounds as Beatrice turned and was about to open her eyes.