"This boat is mine now. Set sail for Colchis." I said with a dry tone.
"Are you kidding us, kid? Do you want to die?" The man, who seed to be the captain of the boat, glared at , his eyes narrowing with a mix of disbelief and anger.
But then his gaze shifted past , lingering on the alluring figure of Semiramis, standing quietly behind . Her presence was undeniably captivating, and I could see the greedy glint in his eyes as he ogled her.
"Oh, you've got a good woman there? Leave her behind and jump off the boat, and I might spare you," he sneered, licking his lips in a lecherous display.
Semiramis looked at him with utter disgust, but she remained silent, waiting for
to act. She could easily handle these n on her own, but today I was in charge. She stood there like a soldier awaiting orders from her commander, showcasing her discipline and loyalty. This Lord Commander rank was starting to feel quite empowering.
I found myself enjoying the authority, the way people obeyed without question. It was a nice change of pace.
"Have you gone deaf? I told you to sail for Colchis," I repeated, my voice firm and unyielding.
The captain laughed, a harsh and ugly sound. "Hah! Kill him and bring
the woman! We'll have a nice chat!"
One of his n, a brute with an ugly grin, approached , sword drawn, clearly eager to follow orders. But as he reached out, he suddenly realized his hand was empty. Or rather, he had no hand at all. Both his arms had been neatly severed, blood spurting onto the wooden deck in a grueso spray.
I flicked my sword to clear the blood, and no one had seen
move. My strike had been lightning fast, too quick for their eyes to follow.
"This is the last ti I'll ask before I slaughter every last one of you," I said, my voice dropping to a nacing growl. Darkness began to swirl around , and my golden eyes glowed with a dangerous, pulsing light. The slit in my eyes narrowed and widened rhythmically, adding to the ominous aura.
"Set sail to Colchis, or I'll send you all to sail towards Hades," I continued, invoking the na of the God of Death to intimidate them further. It seed to work; the n recoiled in fear, and several let out terrified whimpers.
The captain himself looked pale and shaken, a dark stain spreading across his trousers. "YESSSS!!!" he scread in panic, clearly eager to comply.
"Disgusting," I spat, turning away from them. I headed towards the interior of the boat, claiming the captain's quarters for myself. Semiramis followed , her face a mask of calm, though I noticed her shiver slightly as we passed through the darkness I had summoned.
The Demon Kingdom had a traumatic history with Darkness Magic, a legacy left by the previous Demon King who had used it to commit untold atrocities.
"You want the Princess of Colchis, dea, don't you?" Semiramis asked as we settled inside the room.
"Exactly," I nodded, reclining in the armchair and propping my feet up on the desk.
"I've heard about dea. She's a dangerous sorceress. I don't understand why the Lord Commander wants her," Semiramis said, her voice tinged with confusion. It was a reasonable reaction. dea was known for her dark magic and unstable emotions. Any sane person would steer clear of her.
But I wasn't exactly sane anymore. Near-death experiences tend to change a man, and I needed soone like dea—soone with a twisted side that matched my own.
"I will make her mine, that's all you need to know," I replied, my voice leaving no room for further questions.
Semiramis fell silent for a mont before speaking again. "Who are you, my lord? You were summoned from another world, yet you knew about the Divine Knight and seem familiar with our world. Your na is also the sa as the Devil who died countless centuries ago." Her tone was serious, her eyes searching mine for answers.
It was a question that had likely crossed everyone's mind at the castle, and one I hadn't answered for any of them. Why did I choose the na Samuel? Khione had told
about the most feared man in the world, Samael. Was it reckless to adopt such a na? Perhaps. It could provoke many gods, making them think I was truly that Samael.
But it was a declaration, a challenge to the Divine Knights and the Gods of Light.
I wanted them to hear that na, to fear it, to doubt themselves, and to force them out into the open where I could confront them.
"All you need to know is that I am not an enemy of the Demon Kingdom unless you make
one," I said, leaving the rest unsaid.
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Even though Hers didn't bring us directly to Colchis, he got us pretty close. As we neared the border, I noticed another ship on the horizon. This ship was a sight to behold—much larger and more beautiful than the one we were on, with a sleek design and clearly made for serious travel. The crew aboard seed capable, and among them was a young man who stood out as the captain.
He was striking, with brown hair and a confident deanor.
"We've arrived, Lord Jason!" soone called out, holding a lyre.
"That's great, Orpheus! Finally, the Golden Fleece will be mine!" Jason responded, his voice full of excitent.
"Let's not rush things, Jason. First, we need to et the King," said a tall, muscular man, who must have been Heracles.
"Yeah, yeah, Heracles, leave the talking to ," Jason grinned.
"Don't get too cocky, Jason. This is our only chance," a beautiful woman with green hair cautioned.
"I know, Atalanta," Jason groaned, sounding annoyed. "I'll handle everything."
Jason, Orpheus, Heracles, and Atalanta—they all exuded a dangerous strength. Jason and Heracles, in particular, were nas I recognized from Greek mythology. Seeing them here, talking about the Golden Fleece, made everything click into place. We had arrived at just the right ti. Though a bit earlier would have been ideal, it was fine.
I needed to avoid a direct confrontation with Jason and Heracles; they were demigods, after all.
"Lord Commander, those people..." Semiramis's voice trailed off, her face showing signs of concern.
"Stay calm. We're here to et the King as well," I told her, my tone leaving no room for argunt. Semiramis seed taken aback but nodded, realizing that I wasn't going to change my mind.
As we disembarked, I led the way with Semiramis close behind. Suddenly, a voice called out.
"Hey, you."
I ignored it, continuing to walk.
The voice belonged to Heracles, who quickly caught up and placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to stop . He was imposing, but his presence didn't intimidate .
"What?" I asked, turning to face him.
Heracles seed taken aback by my directness. "You're not from around here, are you? Did you co from another continent?"
"Yes, I'm here to et the King," I replied, shrugging off his hand.
"Oh, you're eting the King too?" Jason joined us, eyeing
suspiciously. "I hope you're not here for the sa reason I am."
"I couldn't care less about the Golden Fleece. Do whatever you want with it," I sneered, leaving him montarily speechless.
Before Jason could react to my dismissive attitude, Orpheus held him back. They ended up trailing behind us as we made our way to the small castle.
At the gate, a guard stopped us. "State your business."
Jason stepped forward with a confident grin. "Good morning. I am Jason, and these are Heracles, Atalanta, and Orpheus. I'm sure you've heard of us. We wish to speak with the King."
The guards quickly opened the gates, clearly recognizing them.
"Oh, and just so you know, they're not with us," Jason added, glancing back at us as he walked in.
"Who are you, and why are you here?" the guard asked, eyeing
suspiciously.
Jason smirked, giving
a wave as he disappeared into the castle.
"L-Lord Commander..." Semiramis whispered, sensing the tension rising. It wasn't fear for our situation that made her nervous, but rather what she anticipated I might do next.
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