Chapter 5- Evan

When they finally settled in the room on the second floor of the tavern, the man finally allow him to walk on his own. He stretched his sore limbs, yawned, and gain psychological tears at the corner of his eyes.

There was only one big bed that could fit two people the size of this man, but Caden didn't take liberties settling on the bed, lest, the man will suddenly get angry and reprimand him.

He saw the man take out a blanket in the pouch hanging on his hips. Like most of the people he saw, the man also had a belt hanging around his hips with a pouch and knife hanging on them

Caden no longer becomes surprised that a blanket that big come out of that tiny bag, he knows this world is a magical place, he had long become numb to seeing magical things.

But what he didn't expect is when he saw him take out a sword inside a silver scabbard engraved with strange runes as its sheath. The tassels have three colors: gold at the bottom, red in the middle, and silver at the top.

For some reason, it made Caden feel a bit scared although the man put the sword aside immediately on the bed.

Caden remembered his cat likes to sleep on the desk beside his bed so when he saw the bedside desk, he jump on top of it, and circled it for a few seconds before he curled into a ball. He yawned a few times before he was overcome with fatigue and slept soundly. He had been too active on this day and felt that combined with the 19 years he had lived before, this day is the most adventurous and wild. His willpower and energy were consumed greatly, fortunately, he had a nice meal in the end.

The man who was done taking out his things for tonight's excitement looked at the bedside table and found a ball of fur. His movements paused.

 

He took off the cover on his head and his face which was covered since earlier was finally seen. The man's eyes turned golden for a moment before it settles back to chocolate brown.

He approach with big steps the ball of fur in the desk, took out a little blanket made out of cotton and put it on top of the bed, then he put the tiny animal on top of the blanket, he didn't notice the gentle expression on his eyes and the carefulness he tried to exert when handling the little creature. After doing all the series of movements, he closes the window, turns the lamp off, and lies next to the kitten. His senses are magnified to the point that he can hear the obnoxious sound below and even the sound of the drop of water.

It made him feel irritated, and he wish he could close off all his senses but alas, he cannot do anything with it except live with it, all day all night. Amidst the whirling sounds, he suddenly heard a soft snore, and for some reason, even when he didn't want to, his magnified senses cannot help but focus on this tiny little thing next to him. It was a pleasant surprise, he finally notice this kitten had a very distinctive scent. It was a scent he had never smelled before. 

Is it because he is from Spirit Realm? Maybe. The man takes note of that smell before he closes his eyes.

 

Hours when the sound downstairs died, the man felt something land on top of the roof.

His eyes opened. There was no haziness nor confusion in those pair of eyes just like what normal people have when they just woke up. But he had a good rest and it felt very pleasant, this was the longest rest he had ever gotten in the last 15 years. He took his sword and opened the window to look at the once bright lights outside already out. His long legs were about to jump from the window when he looked back and saw the once curled up kitten is now facing in his direction. He can even see its protruding tongue and how its nose scrunching slightly before it finally settled and then went back to sleep.

 

He frowned, this beast cub lacked any sense of danger, it seems he need to train it in the future.

That said, he jump from the window and propped his feet to the nearby wall, swiftly landing on the roof.

"Are you here to kill me?" He laughed soundlessly, pulling the hilt of his sword from the sheath. The light from the twin moon in the sky reflected his sword, his eyes showing a sharp dangerous glint along with it.

"Your Highness Evan Gabriel, please allow this small servant to escort you back to the palace." The man didn't answer his question and said instead. On his hand, lying loosely was his sword that hadn't been taken out from its sheath. The scarf that he used to cover his head and his long hair was fluttering against the wind. 

 

Evan laughed like a madman, "And on whose order are you following? My brother Sebastian?" He immediately loses his smile, "He doesn't have a right,"

He suddenly disappears from his position and appeared next to the unknown man, his sword was flaming as he strike down the man standing but the other had already unsheathed his sword. Their swords clanked upon meeting.

One emits a flame, the other suddenly turns that one sword into two. The unknown man tried to strike Evan from below with the other sword.

Evan took a step back and swing his sword to dodge the oncoming sword on time but the other was already striking anew. 

The sound of two swords hitting and colliding was the only thing that can be heard in the silent night. 

The man jumped high and land on the next roof, Evan followed him closely, his moves were very aggressive and every strike are deadly, whereas the other was filled with calculation and the desire to subdue him. None of them backed down but it was obvious who had the upper hand.

Evan rotated his sword fast using his two hands to form a circle flame and threw it to the other, at the same time he jumped high to dodge the counter-attack of the other. Evan disappeared yet again and reappeared to his opponent's back, aiming to strike his neck down.

The man bends his knee and tilts his neck but the scarf that is covering his head was caught in flames and he had to throw it away as he jumped away from Evan. But Evan didn't let him get away as he flew to him his sword striking straight at his body. The man swing both of his swords but Evan, mid-air, turned around to gain momentum before swinging his sword hard at the other's sword.

The sound of metal clanking as the man's other sword met Evan's flaming sword swinging in full force before the man's sword flew from his grasp down below, burying deep into the ground. That move only lasted for a split second. 

Seconds later the sword in the ground disintegrated into thin air, and the unknown man's closed mouth suddenly had blood seeping out of it.

"I don't know what my brother told you, but Arthur," Evan told the man, who is now only awaiting his death, his sword ceased from blazing, "You can never get me back there alive, at least not until I finish what I needed to do to take the throne back."

Evan gave him back the burnt scarf, "Go back and tell that to my brother."

Evan turned around, his eyes back to normal. Even the hysteria earlier had receded from his eyes. He can only cool his head back by killing and fighting, no one can calm him down completely. 

"It was the Emperor," Evan's footsteps stop. 

He turned around, "What did you say?"

 

"It was your Imperial Father who wanted you back, but as for the reason, this small servant doesn't know." The man suddenly knelt on one knee, "Your Highness Evan, this small servant just got to know the passing of the Emperor, Your Highness' is my last mission. If this small servant can't take you back, this small servant can only kill himself." The rule of the royals, without their master, the servants serving them cannot roam freely in this world, the moment their master dies, they need to kill themselves unless they are entrusted to another master-servant contract. 

Evan turned around, his lips curved into an indifferent smile, "Then kill yourself."

 

In the dead of the night, someone suddenly shouted in horror when they found their ceiling leaking with blood. When they tried to see what is on the roof and if there is any dead bodies, they only saw a burnt sword and the trace of ashes.