Foraging the Grove of Estelle, Altair felt sheens of sweat trail down his jaw, sinking into his fur line cloak. He fell to a knee, bellowing with laughter with Ren by his side.
To his rear, Laros, Olivia, and Leonie lay over the wet battlefield, unable to even move a finger; having been pushed so hard, they cursed the monster nad Altair with all their heart.
For three hours, they sprinted through the grove, striking hard and fast, before most of the goblins could even unsheath their weapons, be they hobgoblins or the more average ones. Most were Felled in a blinding flash, faster than Laros thought possible, thanks to Olivia's bird's eye view, allowing her to fully display her marksmanship.
At the sa ti, Leonie's killing efficiency seed to double now that she didn't have to take on scores of enemies head-first like Altair. She neither had the physique for that nor the skill.
anwhile, Laros had been fighting for his life, sward by goblins on many sides. Cuts and bruises rummaged his flesh as he desperately tried to hold his ground, much to his dismay. Death followed him in nearly every battle before he dropped to battered and beaten to move.
"You guys did good! Especially you, Laros," Altair said. Despite being enemies, he wasn't going to let personal feelings get in his way. Not when he could gain a significant amount of EXP, thanks to his new pawn.
"Hungry…" Ren whimpered, dropping the Longsword from her mouth.
"Hmmm, I'm actually good." He said, touching his stomach. Ever since he satiated his hunger, Altair had been feeling quite happy. More so than usual.
The world through his eyes just seed more radiant. However, he didn't relish the idea of devouring more goblin blood due to its gay nature.
Ren tilted her head towards him. "You don't want to eat with Ren?" She muttered, heartbroken.
Altair's eyes jumped. "I'd rather eat you." He whispered so softly he didn't even realize they echoed into her wolfish ears.
The wolf girl quivered, feeling Altair's predatory gaze satiating her. She moved to him, nudging her face against his. When he rose, still short of breath, Altair grinned, having reached the peak of the first class.
Na: Altair (Snow)
Mana Circle:[Second Circle 99.99%]
Physique: First Vale Star
Class: Young Prince Lv 21 → 25 [First Awakening]
Strength: 28
Dexterity: 30
Constitution: 43 → 47
Wisdom: 45 → 49
Charisma: 45 → 49
Mana: 23
Still, sothing ca as a bother to the Young Lord as he stared down the system requirents to achieve his Second Circle and Class.
[Tier II - Advancent Requirents]
[??? – Tier Three Heartstone]
[Blood of the Corrupted]
[Blood of the Righteous]
'Why is the material needed so rare? No. Why were they so abnormal? Hells, ' He thought to himself. The blood of the Corrupted and Righteous could both be taken from Ren. But he couldn't understand why such material was needed to create a Magical Circle.
Altair shook his head after a long while, dismissing the matter from his mind for the ti being, and turned to the approaching Vincent. "Lieutenant, we've achieved everything that was needed." He said, glancing down at the lifeless bodies of his teammates, moaning and groaning. He smirked. "And as you can see. They need rest… Or a hospital."
Checking on the Recruits to ensure none were pushed too hard, Vincent shifted a gaze towards the young lord with a long, solemn glare. At first glance, Altair seed short of breath, covered in blood and sweat. But Vincent could sense the power he still carried deep within his Circle. Vincent had never been more sure that this boy, barely over twelve, had barely pushed himself.
Nor had he even suffered a bruise or cut… he was spotless.
"You ain't human, are you," Kalvar griped. No human could have done what Altair did.
Bashful, Altair grinned, waving off their concern. " Co on, guys! You're going to make blush!"
"And I'm going to hurl," Ren muttered, rolling her eyes. She slouched over his head and closed her eyes, mildly exhausted.
Suddenly, a thunderous boom whipped out in front of Altair and his crew as a swirling gate of mana spiraled with a fearso might. And before the Prince could react, it pulled him in and pushed him out outside the main Gate, within the underground sector of the Fortress of Rim.
A gale of various recruits, soldiers, and instructors applauded, welcoming him back as more and more recruits began stepping out of the Gate. Directed away my dical officers, Altair allowed them to check him for injuries before he was allowed to leave with a bright smile on his face.
Dawn had barely broken over the horizon, glimring with first light when he made it back to the surface with a joyful smile. Altair dropped off all his equipnt before jumping into the shower within his quarters.
Most of the recruits would have the day to recover from their first dungeon. However, while most of them would sleep, by the ti Altair had jumped out of the shower, clearing away the blood and dirt, he pushed out his quarters to find Admiral Darkfire to cash in on so favors.
*Thud~
Not even a few steps out of his quarters, Altair eyes spun to the noise, to a large man, a brawny fellow, gripping a delicate thing with barely any at on his bones. He was a small boy with long, shaggy brown hair that covered his face.
"Vadi…" The brawny man spat, gripping the boy by the throat a few feet off the ground. "I thought I told you to send her to ? How hard is that to understand." He tightened his grip until Viens protruded over Vadi's thin throat. Any more and his neck would pop.
Tears stread down Vadi's delicate features as he struggled to speak. "Please… Logan…She's… my… fiance…"
With a fierce backhand across the face, Logan's palm whipped out again, and again, and again, until Vadi's face was plump and swollen, with nearly half his teeth on the ground.
"What a pussy you are," Logan said, spitting bile right into his eye. He scuffed. "I don't care if she's your fiancee. I'll have that bitch scream my na." He said. "You got an hour. Send her to my room or—" He paused, turning to Altair.
"And what the fuck are you looking at."
Altair pointed at himself and glanced around, wondering who Logan was talking to.
"Your… Altair," he noticed and glanced towards his chamber. "The one everyone is droning on about."
"I am, and you?"
"Logan Drarc, my Father is Earl Lorvac Drarc, Knight of the King's Brigade and Lord of the Eastern Black Isles." He dropped Vadi and strode towards the Prince, and once more, his gaze slid to Altair's bedroom. 'So why don't we trade? You can sleep in my barracks, and I'll—"
"You're in my way," Altair addressed, making no move to step around him. He wasn't in the mood to entertain anyone. Nor was he willing to get involved with soone who couldn't even stand up for themselves.
"Kid… I wasn't asking—"
BOOOOM~
Made to bow like the worm he was as Altair's presence whipped out like an iron mountain. Logan knee's caved and buckled, slowly succumbing to the pressure as he fell to his knees in reverence. Altair pressed a foot over his head and continued over his body as though he didn't exist. Not even willing to spare a glance towards Vadi.
"Are you not going to aid him?" Ren inquired once they were out of sight. "He looks like—"
"Ren…' Altair interrupted her, frowning. "I refuse to help those that can't help themselves. What good is power if you lack the will to use it? I don't cater to the weak-minded. That idiot didn't even try to fight back."
"What if… he couldn't?" Ren mused, opening her pale blue eyes. " What if that logan fellow was abusing his power? Threatening his family, or—"
"And how would I aid him? I've no status on Earth. Not really, anyway. I'm not even human." He said, with a dark edge to his voice. "But if he wants my help… he needs to prove himself to have worth. Prove to he has potential. Call a bastard, but I don't need victims by my side.
I need killers. Fearless monsters who don't need a high circle to have confidence, to stand up for themselves." he shook his head, unsure when he grew so callous. "We aim to do sothing most would consider impossible. Not to help others."
"It's still sad…" Ren muttered, thinking of Vadi's poor Fiance.
"I'll help, but only if it's what you really want to do," Altair replied, looking up at her. " All you have to do is ask. "
She shook her head. " no… it's fine. It's…it's just I wonder… if you'll save if I ever beco useless."
"You aren't the sa as a stranger, Ren." He reminded her, resisting the urge to flick her head. "We've fought, trained, and slept together. Of course, I'll save you. What type of stupid question is that!" He sounded a little angry as he pulled her off his head, frowning.
"You're an!"
~(>_
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