I slowly walked over to a flat ground and sat down.

I felt tired, a feeling of exhaustion that I couldn't possibly have. With the death of the Herald, the pain of suffocation has mostly lessened, but many of the wounds I have collected are still slowly healing, and Ximena was bitten deeply by the stolen dagger.

So, it's all over.

I won.

Victory has the smell of ashes and regrets.

Now, if I want to send Dalton away, then I'm going to have to leave and run away again. There's a chance I can convince the Cavaliers that I'm not a gibberish lunatic, but I'd rather not take the risk. Taking a step back, their quest is strange. What influence do they want me to have on Master? What does Wolfgang's death have to do with me? It doesn't make sense. To make matters worse, it sounds more and more like someone holding a grudge against the death of an ally. If they think that my death will hurt my father, then they are very wrong, and even if I am killed, it is not a big deal.

No, the best thing to do is to run away. It's not that I'm out of the question, and once I find a place to settle down, I should be able to get funding through the consortium. Stay away from any vampire settlements until I revoke those orders. There is still a long time before the conclave.

I stood up heavily, eager to rejoin others and let them know of my success, when my ears heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from behind. It wasn't long before I felt the familiar heartbeat and the steel and alpine scent of Rose.

Me

Itt and Nashoba appear first, followed by a dozen indigenous warriors. There were also a few people helping Loth carry the coffin. They formed a semicircle around the charred corpses. Loth put aside his responsibilities and took a step forward.

"So. You did it. ”

I nodded. We stared at each other and didn't say a word, but like old friends, we conveyed a whole host of meaning. Pain, relief, trust, regret, compassion, a lot are common.

"Thanks to Nashoba, we followed the fight. He spies on you with some kind of magic, but loses his magic as soon as you get the Key to Beria. What happened?"

"I ruined it."

"You did it? I...... Well, help me make a campfire. ”

I found myself caught off guard.

"We're going to cremate Dalton here?"

"Yes. A solemn farewell on the bloody corpses of warriors and murderers. I don't know of a better way to say goodbye. ”

I thought about it for a while. I want to bury him. I'm thinking of a Christian, a mortal. This is no longer what Dalton and I stand for. Their God no longer welcomes me to be like this. Loth is right, we will be like the warriors of ancient times, and we will perform a meaningful ceremony to show our respect.

Then Nasopah said, "We will mourn with you, because he fought for us, just as you did." We will be with you in this sad time. ”

"We're not going to leave you alone. Merritt added.

I didn't say anything. They didn't know him except for Rose, but they wanted to pay their respect. It's something I can understand and agree with.

Without saying a word, we followed Lot's instructions and gathered pine wood from all around. The ravaged land makes this task easy. A radius of hundreds of yards littered with fallen branches and trunks.

Once cremated on the Herald's remains, Loth soaked it in resin and oil. He lit a torch and handed it to me.

"Say a few words."

What is there to say? He's gone and won't come back. When my time comes, I will never be allowed to follow.

"Share a memory," Loth insisted, "and let's remember him." ”

"The one who lives in someone else's heart doesn't really leave." Nashoba whispered.

"I ...... When I let him go, I saw myself through his eyes. For him, one of the most important moments of his life was when I saved him in the cave of the Blood Cult, when he failed to bring us weapons. I barely remember. I was insanely thirsty and didn't care about anything but the next meal. He is on my side and is already on his way to becoming my vassal. Of course, I will save him. I barely remember this moment. For me, one of the most important memories we shared was when we were on a bounty hunt and he first took the initiative. This makes him reliable and independent in my mind. Different point of view, really. In the end, it's the little things we do for each other that have the biggest impact on each other. ”

I lit the fire and walked back to the others, keeping a certain distance. We watched in silence as the flames licked the coffin. Embers rose into the sky, adding to the melancholy. On the side, Choctaw warriors sing a sad song in their language. I couldn't understand the lyrics, but I knew they were about the sky and goodbye.

"I also have a story." Loth continued. He cleared his throat and began to speak.

"When I was trying to make a magic key, I dropped a batch of prototypes and messed up, so I forgot which was which. I was about to throw them all away, but the boy stopped me. He took the keys and the list, and calculated the mass of each key based on the composition of the alloy. It took him hours to finish, but he was too proud. I had been teaching him algebra for a few weeks at that point, and he was always eager for it. Eager to help, eager to make a difference, eager to make a difference. He never asks for anything in return. He's just for us. It's a matter of pride. ”

The flames of the fire have now jumped very high. We listened to the warrior's song for a while, until Nashoba stepped forward.

"I have a story too."

"Drink first. Over here. Roth took a flask from the bag around his waist and threw it to the shaman, who expertly grabbed it and took a big gulp. I could smell the wine, and the wrinkled faces of the locals confirmed that it was "good".

Nashoba's voice was hesitant at first, but gradually became smoother. His mastery of English is still poor.

"We lost a lot of wives while cleaning by the river. We called the white man over, but he was sent away. Then I offered the bounty. Nobody took it. Then Dalton came. He followed six people, saved the girls, and ran back to us. The bad guys followed. We...... Punish. Dalton saves and takes revenge. Life and death matter, only the crime matters, and the color of the skin does not matter. ”

That's right. He never judges us by what we are, only by what we do.

Damn, I'm going to miss him terribly.

I'm crying now. The murderer is dead, and this bittersweet taste of pain has changed. I feel like I can finally mourn.

We get lost in our own minds. The cremation pile is already burning. From time to time, Nashoba threw some leaves and resin into it until the clearing smelled clean and fresh, like spring, and blue smoke rose in an ethereal dance.

It was the first time I had come so close to a fire of this magnitude and not fear. Even my instincts were suppressed.

Then, a new presence emerged. The icy aura can only say one thing.

Bloodsucker.

For a moment, I feared that the knights had found me. I quickly realized my mistake. The man was alone. He respectfully let us know that he was coming.

I went out of curiosity, even though I already knew who it was. The others imitated me, gasping for air.

"Lord Suarez."

"Good night, miss. Can I join you?"

The last time I looked at him, Master Suarez was blasting a real wall through a pile of debris. Then, I ran through the streets of Charleston, and he followed me horribly. Tonight, the monster is under control, and facing me is a rich nobleman walking in his woods.

Suarez is taller than Cerrón, but not as muscular. He has melancholy chestnut eyes, black hair that hangs down to his shoulders, and a pencil-thin beard and mustache. He looked too noble, not like Pirates of the Caribbean, and too naughty, not like the Duke. Even his clothes are ambiguous. He was dressed in an outdated court garb of pale orange that everyone but himself would find amused, and he wielded a dangerous-looking sword by his side.

As the fighters retreated to a safe distance, I pointed to a place to my left. I couldn't bear to refuse. I've felt his power before. If Suarez wants to sit down, he will sit down and I can't stop him. The power to unlock my bloodline gives me the advantage I need to defeat the Harbingers, and I believe I can take on older courtiers, maybe even several at once. The Battle of Cadiz lord is a different story entirely.

"Miss...... Is that okay?"

The man was close. Even when sitting, he wasn't just taller, he felt bigger. Much louder than me, but his voice was so soft that I could see the longing in his eyes. I understood what he was asking.

"Are you here to kill me?"

“No.”

"That'...... All right. ”

Lord Suarez put a paw against my cheek and removed a red teardrop with reverent respect. He put it to his lips, hesitated at the last moment, and then gave in. The mighty vampire turned his head away almost shyly and took a shuddering breath. There was silence in the clearing again.

I found myself mesmerized by the chaotic pattern of flames dancing towards the sky. I'm not surprised that they will be used to purify our world. Fire is wild and unforgiving. Those mages who use it in their spells can't control it, they just choose a way to unleash its wrath.

"Who are you mourning?"

Lord Suarez is facing me. His cheeks were clearly mortal flushes. I wonder what it's like to drink tears. It does not look the same as getting rid of them.

"My slave."

He nodded in understanding.

"Allow me to pay my respects, then."

He stood up, then knelt in front of the fire, his lips moving, but there was no sound. After a while, the vampire stood up, pricked his fingers, sent a few drops of blood into the fire, and he returned to me.

I am delighted with his respect. Dalton was really sent off and he deserved it.

"Tell me about him."

"I ...... I think it's time for me to go. "Since you found me so easily......"

"The knights will be there in fifteen minutes."

"What?!"

"I saw their daytime camp and left them behind. There's no way for you to run away now, and I swear in my name that it's good for you to stay. ”

"I ...... I don't know. ”

"Trust me, you should stay. Stay and tell me about him. ”

He never lies.

"Good."

My story begins with Crowe's request and then unfolds. I'm not a storyteller right now. As the days passed, the anecdotes were strange, and the words were incoherent, but he did not interrupt me once. A few of his comments were just a sign of support and interest, or to help me focus. At the end of the book, he urged me to talk about Dalton's death and the battle that followed. After I finished speaking, he carefully considered the next sentence.

"You possess something very precious, and I regret you lost it. Now, here the knights come. I beg you not to fight. He stared at me. Don't fight. Talk to them, but don't attack them. If it gets to this point, I'll handle it myself. ”

"But why?"

"Have you forgotten?" You saved my courtier Inez from the same fate. ”

“…… Tillerson's legacy. ”

"Yes. She asked that night, and you listened. You saved her life. I owe a debt that I have to pay tonight. Your actions speak for themselves. In the next confrontation, I will protect you from harm. You are not alone. ”

He was telling the truth. Nashoba is here, as are Roth and Merritt. Isaac is gone, but he leaves the press to me. Through joy, pain, and the bonds forged through joint efforts, I have come to where I am today. Dalton may be gone, but our shared love will remain in my heart. I'm not alone.

I turned to face the night. Suarez was on my right, and Loth, Nashoba and Merritt were on my left. The witch whispered, "Ah, fuck me." "But she joined us anyway. I don't know what I did to gain her loyalty.

It didn't take long for several unknown vampires to emerge from the shadows.

They cover up their aura. I knew it was possible, otherwise how could Suarez surprise me in Charleston? However, it's one thing to know about it, and it's another thing to see a group of heavily armed knights surrounding me, seemingly out of nowhere.

There were four of them, all wearing the thin layer of gray armor I saw on Gimena and Wolfgang. They are an eclectic group of people, although they act in unison, embodying trust and training. On one side was a taciturn man, shaved head, armed with an ax and a shield. His muscular arms bent and turned his shoulders to look at us. Opposite him was a dark-haired young man with an almost girlish face, wielding a long dagger between his agile fingers. He's the only one here smiling mischievously. Behind them, a woman looked cautiously at Suarez, who was clutching a stick in both hands. Her face is covered by a scarf, revealing only her black eyes. The last man, if I'm not mistaken, was also their leader, glaring at me angrily.

He looks like a prince charming from a fairy tale book, as does his confident pose. A handsome face, a well-defined chin, a pair of dark blue eyes deeper than mine, an imperial temperament. He has everything, even his arrogance can be disguised as noble.

I hated him right away.

We should not be allowed to be self-righteous. Not us. This hypocrisy is simply unbearable.

"I see you've decided not to hide anymore, beast, and face your judgment!"

Wait, what?

"Who do you say is the beast?"

"I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, trying to get people like you out of this world. You are the root of the disease, I am the antidote. ”

"Did you learn it from the Brotherhood?"

This made the brunette giggle. His leader looked at him angrily, but the mischievous knight simply shrugged helplessly. Lord Suarez took advantage of the pause to take a step forward.

"She's not a beast, Anatoly, and you can't be so blind."

"She's a scoundrel; She must be. Every Ni

a

I'm all a disaster waiting for it. ”

"We're talking, aren't we?" Is this standard hooliganism?" I added impatiently.

"So, what about the rumors that you left a trail of blood on your way out of New Orleans?"

"Rumors, really? I thought the knights were a serious organization, and you drew conclusions based on hearsay? Not to mention my brother Svyatoslav in Russia, who worked with the Vitaz family. Is he also a disaster that waits? Are you going to Moscow to arrest him later?"

His fellow knights followed Anatoly's reaction, but there was not a shred of support. It only made him angrier. Disturbingly, the situation is easy to understand, and when it comes to vampires, the outlook is not promising.

"You appear out of nowhere, and at the same time, your master appears again, causing great damage. Do you think I'm going to believe it's a coincidence?"

"Anatoly, if you believe what influence I have over a thousand-year-old monster, then, I'm sorry to tell you that you overestimated my influence."

"Who knows what dark magic killed my mentor!"

"There is no secret, knight, that he caught up with my master and died like the legion before him, and there will be more to come, no matter how many people die at his hands."

"He should be nerfed!" He has to get some help!"

"So this hypothetical help must have come from me, a young vampire in isolation, who knows neither magic nor means, and operates thousands of miles away?" You're so shrewd. ”

"Maybe you used Villa's key?"

"That artifact was found yesterday?" Does it matter?"

"Where is it now?"

"Are you going to continue spreading baseless slander until you find solid evidence?"

"I'm a knight, and I'm here to ask questions. Is the key to Beria in your hands? It was a very dangerous artifact. ”

"Nope." I gritted my teeth and added. This one...... Unbearable, nasty bastard! Calm down, Ariana, let Suarez handle it. I don't want to risk my friends.

"None? So where is it?"

"I ruined it."

"Are you ruined? How is it? Hands free?"

"No, I...... The watchman took it. ”

He scoffed.

"Of course, Lord Suarez, you can tell that she is either lying or delusional."

The Lord of Cadiz did not answer, he looked at me with a pensive expression, and then turned his attention to the Chief Knight.

"Anatoly, you have said many reproachful words, most of which are baseless and simply ridiculous. The way events unfolded seemed to me to be more like a succinct revenge for the loss of a mentor than a credible new leader committed to keeping us safe. ”

"How dare you!" Anatoly shouted, and his aura began to burn.

"Take it easy, young man."

Suarez let go of his grip and his ruthless power struck all the others like a father punishes a noisy child. The three mortals beside me cursed softly in their own languages, and a cold wave came upon us. I trembled. Such power......

"I'm scared, and you'd better remember that your position isn't as secure as you think."

Anatoly showed fear for the first time, but it didn't take long. Soon, his arrogant face returned.

"It doesn't matter, she's persona non grata throughout Hong Kong. Her death sentence was approved by Constantine himself. ”

"What?!" I said angrily. "What? !!This can't be! He knew there was me beforehand! He even sent me an invitation to the next secret meeting! I can't believe it, I refuse. You're lying!"

I wish I could wipe his smirk off. He is a scoundrel, a scoundrel, trying to succeed by fraud. It was absolutely impossible for Constantine to sign this ...... This scam!

And yet he did it anyway. See for yourself, Lord Suarez. ”

I was stunned. Speechless. How did this happen?! He's lying, isn't he? I ask for support, I follow the rules I... What? Everything was fine! After a long decade, I'm going to join my peers! Not an outcast anymore! And now the boss has signed my death warrant again? Out of nowhere?

"Is this some cruel joke?"

"I'm afraid not, miss. This is the seal of Constantine. It cannot be faked. ”

"No, it's wrong, it's all wrong......"

"Now, 'Lord Suarez', get out of the way and let us complete our mission, unless you want to raise your hand at a knight?"

There was a heavy pause as my allies digested the threat and the barely disguised insult. Anatoly was unbearably proud. I would love to be angry, but I can't. Between sad and painful wounds, and now again? I must have fallen asleep, no other explanation. I live in nightmares. Of course, the world will not be so cruel......

Suarez turned to me and smiled sadly.

"Miss, remember what I said. Stay with your friends and don't fight, understand? Remember my vows. ”

I couldn't say anything, so I had to nod.

"A wise decision," Anatoly said as he avoided the Cádiz vampire, "now ......"

"Oh, we're not done yet."

The entire squad froze and immediately tensed. Even I could feel the threat from God's voice, no, the promise of violence.

"You play politics to achieve your petty goals, and thus lose the protection that comes with your identity."

"Don't you dare ......"

"You're parroting again, kid."

Suarez reminded everyone present of the gap between him and the rest of the world with a single sentence.

"You don't understand. Do you think the knights will go to war with my witch clan to protect you?"

"Yes!"

"Unless I keep most of you alive. At best, I will receive a slight punishment. ”

"You're going to fight us?" For her?"

"I owe her a favor, and I must repay her. I owe you nothing but despise you for what you have just done, and one last thing......"

Suarez stood between the knights and us.

"You laugh at me and disrespect me in front of friends and foes. I can't just let it go. You will bear the shame of this mistake in your soul and body. ”

"This is stupid! Wait!"

"It's too late, mongrel. Draw. ”

I had a hard time understanding the next battle. The aura of the Lord of Cadiz swept over us like a tidal wave, and a fierce battle began. The four knights reacted immediately. They move as a whole in complex, constantly flowing formations. The women provided some subtle magical support that I couldn't recognize, while the men took turns pinning down their opponents. Anatoly was armed with a black sword and dagger, and with the support of the man with the shield, seemed to come out of nowhere, ready to stand up when he was repulsed. The joking man in stilettos walked around, constantly looking for opportunities. He attacks quickly, retreats quickly, and always disrupts.

In front of them, Suarez fought like a master of swordsmanship. He has a short temper and moves perfectly. I could barely keep up with their dances and couldn't understand them. Their every move was a complex conversation that I couldn't understand, and now I realized the wall that separated me from them. Not only are they faster than me, they are not just devout fencers, they have drawn on decades, nay, centuries of experience fighting their own kind. Every savage blow is an expert move from an outstanding choreographer. Every cunning feint turned into a ruthless attack if ignored. I witnessed a scene that was both beautiful and intimidating, and I was glad I didn't try to fight the knights. Even if I was at my best, they would knock me out in a matter of minutes.

After killing the Herald, I felt a sense of power. I've heard Isaac say that whoever has the key can go head-to-head with the lord. It was clear that they must have consumed more than one person from a small village and had been using that artifact for more than one night.

I couldn't do enough to watch this fateful contest.

At first, Lord Suarez seemed to have the upper hand, and he managed to give his opponent a few punches that would make it difficult for him to recover. At one time, Anatoly was in a difficult situation, and his allies almost abandoned his axe. The lord of Cádiz even cleverly feints to hit the sword-wielder in the heart and pierce his armor, incapacitating him with a single blow. Shortly thereafter, the tide of the war changed. Anato's obsidian-colored sword struck him with an ominous sonorous sound and grabbed the enemy's sword. It was too difficult for Suarez's sword. It shattered into countless pieces. The knight leader then swung a sword, slicing a bloody streak in my ally's chest.

Lord Suarez took a step back.

'It's not bad for a second-rate team.

"It's all over, Lord Suarez. You hit hard, but your sword broke. You are defenseless. ”

"Fools, none of us are truly defenseless. You should remember. It's like you'd always expect a battle lord with a soul weapon. ”

Soul weapons? Are these black weapons that the vampire lords don't know where they got them?

Suarez took a step forward and the remaining three fighters gathered around to protect him, and Suarez spoke in an unnaturally loud voice. His presence fills the clearing with an overwhelming sense of pressure. Even standing behind him, I had to try not to bend down and not to lower my eyes. This is the power of the lord.

"Anatoly, I tested your courage and found that your courage was insufficient. You don't have the means of arrogance. I'm sure your elders taught you the importance of diplomacy and shrewdness, but maybe you forgot. I'll remind you because it's a lesson you need to learn if you want to last. Don't thank me, I'm here to help. ”

Suarez straightened up and took a deep breath. A large decorative pair appeared between his hands, held vertically in front of him. The handle was silver and elegant, but its surface absorbed the light, and the air trembled in front of it, and an ominous hum covered the clearing. Just like when Loth is really angry, there is an indescribable weight that transcends the mere material world. The Lord of Cadiz will now impose his will on the reality around him, and nothing will stop, not even the screaming orders of the Anatoli, or the attacks of the axe hands on him, or even the begging of witches. When he spoke again, those two words believed everything.

"Magna A

qa。 ”

What happened next is difficult to describe. Suarez's eyes flashed purple, and then, he shot.

His sword pierced through shields, weapons, and armor, splitting the heavier knight in two from his right shoulder to his waist.

I didn't see him move.

His opponent immediately fell. Without hesitation, he rampage behind him and grabbed Anatoly. The terrible attack cleanly pierced the leader's chest and right arm, and his sword swirled in the darkness.

The clearing fell silent, and the witch gave up and fell to her knees.

The entire exchange lasted less than a heartbeat.

"Hooooly poop. Merritt whispered.

Well, yes. Fairly.

My ally turned to the last remaining member of the party.

"Are you going to fight too?"

"No, my lord, I'd rather make sure they're safe. Thank you for saving their lives. ”

I mistook her for a coward, but it seems that she just has common sense.

"Take them with you."

"As you say."

We watched in silence as she collected the "frustrated" works of her companions. Now that the show is over, the reality of the situation has once again crushed me.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" I reproached, "I thought the knight was our vanguard, the real monster killer?"

The witch glanced at me.

"How many descendants of devourers have caused destruction, and how many have become members of our society?"

"Knowing what category I belong to, it only takes five minutes for your team to know, hypocrite."

She wouldn't look me in the eye.

"I obey."

Lamentable. Spineless weakling. I'll never know why Shimena would join their pathetic excuse.

After a while, we were alone in the clearing.

It's surreal. We have just witnessed a catastrophic battle, and all that remains is a handful of blood. And the little problems in my life, my whole plan, was thrown into chaos. Konstantin's invitation? I might as well fold it up and use it as a napkin. Unbelievable.

"Now."

"Now, you have to run."

Is this some kind of cosmic farce?

"I've worked so hard and waited so long for this!" Is there no other way?"

"I'm sorry."

"So, it's all in vain."

All my efforts. Ruined.

Well, that's not entirely true. I've made friends and allies, become stronger, and have been through a lot. Even if I had to run away again, I would no longer be that weak chick struggling to survive. I'm not without nothing.

"Is there a way to revoke the execution order?"

Suarez blinked in surprise, maybe he didn't expect me to recover so quickly. I don't, I just need something to look forward to.

"Maybe. My research on the Protocol has not exceeded what people expect from me. ”

"There must be a way, I will definitely find it. Thank you, Lord Suarez, for your help. Just when your debt has been paid off. ”

"Not young yet," he replied with a smile, "I'm going to send you on your way." Your companions can't keep up, so I suggest you say goodbye now. I'll be waiting for you over there. ”

The first one to come to me was Roth. He looked sad and a little embarrassed. I suppose the old warlord is not accustomed to expressing his feelings, unless they have to do with fighting, sex, or food.

"I don't understand."

"I know. Take care of your family and we'll see you again. I promise. ”

"yes, it's better to be like that. You and I, we can do great things together. Also, I'll miss you. Ah, tyrosine. ”

Loth wiped his eyes dry with a handkerchief.

"It's safe. Don't do things that are too reckless. ”

"Well, you know me. I am a cautious soul. ”

We were silent for a moment before we giggled.

"I'm leaving, lest I become a sullen milk-drinker. Don't forget your promises. You now carry the memories of that boy with you, too. ”

I nodded, and we hugged. Loth turned to leave, and Nashoba joined me.

"Goodbye, thorn and hungry daughter. You should go west, go north. ”

"I think that's a good direction."

"No, it's much better, trust me, I'm ......"

"Yes, I can see the future."

"I will take your friend's ashes to the sea. He will rest in peace. I promise you. ”

"Thank you. You also have to take care. ”

"I will, don't worry, we'll meet again. Wearing earrings all the time. ”

My hand reaches out to his gift. I'm used to wearing it now. I'm only now realizing how useful they must be. I don't know how many times they protected me, only that they would save me one more time. When the knights inevitably wanted to track me down, they had to resort to the traditional methods. I wish them the best of luck. They need it.

"So, um, that's intense, isn't it?"

Merritt.

She really made it through. I was pleasantly surprised.

"Thank you, Master Merritt, for always being there for me, by our side, for everything. You are the honor of your organization, and your charisma is everywhere. I'm glad you're here. ”

"Wow! Do you really mean that?"

For some reason, she seemed to be moved to tears. I don't understand, is she letting general emotions affect her?

"Yes. Yes, I like it. ”

"Wow, that's the best thing anyone has ever said to me!"

Well. It's so pathetic.

"It's well deserved. For my part, I must say goodbye to you and wish you the best of luck. ”

She bit her lip and pondered. I interrupted her before she could figure it out.

"You can't keep up. I'm talking too fast. ”

"Yes, I know. It's just that I admire you. You stand up for yourself, you are so confident, you are so strong! Will we be able to keep in touch? Exchange letters?"

"Hmm...... Yes of course. Through the Rosenthal consortium. Get in touch with them. ”

Her happiness is a strange thing. I never realized that I was so important to a person that I didn't need to put in the effort, at least not since Lotus. Unless they know who I am.

I took a step back and realized that all my stuff was somewhere else. All I had left was my mask and that ragged dress, and my two pendants and a pair of earrings.

"I'm ready." I announced to Suarez.

"So."

"What is this?"

In front of me was a majestic horse, with black fur and surprisingly red eyes. He was tied to a tree and saddled with supplies.

"That's ......"

"Yes, young man. A nightmare. Isaac left you, along with most of your clothes at the camp. He assured me that the rest of the money would be kept safe until you found a place to call yours. ”

"Great. What's its name?"

"Her name is Métis, and she is a gift fit for the king. Let me teach you how to build relationships. Then you're good to go. ”

Five minutes later, I rode west at full speed, the wind blowing in my face, immortal grace.

"Weeeeee, Matis, hurry up!"