Chapter 3 - Zark Ar Zathot, Part 1

The sight of what was in front of him simply left him speechless. The change of atmosphere from being in an endless cesspool to a fully lit space overwhelmed him.

After making a deal with Guardian, the vision of him had blackened again, but this time he knew it was not the end.

What was in front of him was a huge room: a space large enough to hold hundreds of people and with room to spare, and a ceiling so high that you had to look all the way up. The walls were white, adorned with a variety of gold decorations. Hanging from the ceiling, rows of opulent chandeliers made of rainbow-colored gemstones that gave off a fantastic glow. From the end of the hall to the vicinity where he was, a total of fifty giant pillars with different patterns were lined up and in the center of these pillars, as if it were a path, a huge carpet marked the path from the entrance. from the living room is the place where he was.

There was a low staircase that had about ten stairs adorned with gold and silver in the central area of ​​the room and at the top was a majestic golden throne with a light red padding, on that golden throne he was sitting.

Behind the throne was a stained glass window that allowed the passage of natural light, the design of this was a coat of arms or flag, it consisted of two immense glass panels, one black and the other white, in the center of this was an imposing interconnected tree being the section of the tree that was in the black zone, white color and the section of the tree that was in the white zone, black color; around the tree were ten stars, five white and five black, with the same theme as the tree in the center, white stars in the black area and black stars in the white area; and on the upper part of this tree was a crown with the same theme of inverse colors to denote an absolute balance.

To anyone else, that glass would have simply been a stained glass window with a strange and extravagant design, but nothing familiar.

But he knew what it was, and that made him happy.

"Perfect!" he exclaimed.

"The old man was not lying." he knew it, that flag had been designed by himself, it was a flag for a role-playing game.

 "My lord, is something wrong?" The words came from a female voice that had genuine concern in his voice.

Slowly directing his gaze to the source of the female voice, which belonged to a figure standing next to the throne, his blindness due to his shock had prevented him from noticing it.

On her body was a pure white dress. Paired with his dress, her silver hair that had a few streaks of pink, which was clipped on the sides to shoulder length but the back of him extended to roughly her shoulder blades.

Although her jade irises and vertical cat-like pupils were peculiar, she was an impeccable beauty. On his forehead was positioned a beautiful silver tiara with golden lines and from the tips of the tiara that was on his left and right temples had a beautiful design of protruding metallic wings, and on his back there were a pair of wings with white feathers as pure as freshly fallen snow. Perhaps because of the wing-shaped tiara and her delicately combed hair, her smile seemed to belong to a beautiful angel, intelligent and calculating, but kind in her own way.

She was a woman whose beauty could be classified as exotic.

The upper part of her dress was close to her body, which allowed her perfectly balanced feminine figure to be easily visualized, while her long cross-cut skirt revealed the objective of allowing free mobility in her design, a kind of white choker with lines and Golden edging completely covered his neck and part of it extended slightly towards his shoulders and chest. Her arms were covered by silk gloves that gave her a delicate appearance.

He knew who she was, or at least suspected who it might be; her appearance perfectly matched the description of a character he had created.

If he wasn't wrong, her name should be Keil, the hand of the king.

He wasn't quite sure, but based on the background fragments he remembered. She was the character who supervised the nine Generals of the castle, but at the same time she was also the person closest to the lord of the castle, that meant that her rank was above all the other inhabitants of the castle.

He stared at who he thought she might be Keil and wondered "Is it really her?"

He unreservedly looked at Keil with sharp eyes as he analyzed the situation; the more he thought about it, the more surreal it all seemed. He decided to give the most casual comment possible.

"And you are….?"

For some reason, the one who looked like Keil put a slight smile on her face as he retreated a few steps from the throne.

"Of course, a being as exalted as you should not waste your time remembering an insignificant insect like me" Holding the hems of her skirt at the height of her thighs, I make a perfect bow before continuing to speak "This humble being who is in your presence is Keil. "

That confirmed it, if she was Keil; the same Keil who was designed as a character for his role-playing game, the same Keil who was the penultimate Boss of the castle. Remembering her stats, a chill ran down her spine.

"Keil right?" He asked a rhetorical question as he started, she only nodded "I guess you know who I am right?"

Keil nodded before replying "You are my lord and master."

"Mmm ... Explain."

Keil swallowed with difficulty and her body suddenly tensed, it seemed that her words had caused some kind of concern in her.

Waiting for her did not matter to him, because internally he was surprised at himself, the voice that came from his lips did not correspond with the voice he had before arriving at this place.

His voice was much thicker and deeper than he remembered, it seemed to belong to a villain from some anime or movie. Why had his voice changed?

But the next words stunned him.

"You are Zark Ar Zathot, the ruler of Castle Damenburg."

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"Repeat what you said." His lord Zark's voice echoed through the throne room.

Keil knew that he had made a grave mistake in interrupting the lord's thoughts of him.

But he was unable not to.

Her words of "Perfect" and "The old man was not lying" alarmed her terribly, she knew that something was happening to her beloved lord, but she apparently had made a terrible mistake.

Her lord didn't need her, he was simply immersed in her thoughts; she was stupid for not realizing that, but it was too late, she had wronged her lord, for which she deserved whatever punishment he appointed.

For that reason nervousness and uncertainty were slowly but surely rising inside Keil. Making him wait for an answer would simply aggravate the situation.

"You are Lord Zark Ar Zathot, ruler of life and death, master of magic, and overlord of Damenburg Castle."

Her lord kept her gaze fixed on her. He perhaps he was examining her words for disloyalty.

Abruptly Zark struck one of the arms of the throne. Keil only uttered a low cry due to the sudden action of his lord. The uncertainty inside Keil increased.

To allay his fears, Keil asked "My lord, are you alright?" The bewildered Keil asked that of her lord as she approached; she was close enough to her to allow her master to feel the scent she emitted. Being a cinnamon perfume.

At this bold move Zark flinched slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"No ... it's nothing ..." The single purple-dotted shadows that were her lord's eyes were fixed directly on her, his cold gaze roaming her body examining her as if she were a piece of meat for sale.

"If there is anything you require from me, you just have to ask, I will be happy to do so."

With a slight wave of her lord's hand, Keil realized that she must move away from her, and cautiously took a few steps back.

Zark looked at his left hand as he was making slight movements, it seemed that he was checking something ... maybe he was thinking what spell to use on it as punishment?

If he decided to hurt her, she would not resist; he was her master, he could do whatever he wanted with her, there was nothing more pleasing to Keil than to bow in total submission to her lord.