Within the vast territory, a dark-haired young man slowly walks forward, navigating the vast expanse of the purple-themed forest. Following the direction his comrade showed him, the dark-haired young man Sebastian lazily stretched his legs as faint mumbling echoed from his lips.
"That bastard will pay," he grumbled. "Tch! He thinks he is better than me just because he is baron-level ?" Sebastian roared, his voice echoing within the forest. He threw his foot in annoyance, causing the tip of his right foot to hit a purple glowing construct. "FUCK!" He exclaimed aloud as he held onto his right foot, jumping in rapid succession, almost forming a series of beats and rhythm. He then turned to watch the source of his pain. The purple construct was a giant glowing rock. The rock was so large that it covered half of his body, almost the size of a normal boulder. Sebastian observed the rock closely, his eyes narrowed with pure suspicion. Sebastian felt something was wrong with this rock. He had kicked it just now, but the rock seemed fine. How could he not be suspicious? Sebastian was a general-level knight of the perfected rank, one step from being Baron-level. He was massively stronger than the average individual. That kick of his should have destroyed this large rock and a few trees in succession, but it seemed that the rock had reflected on him instead. He traced the surface of the rock with his fingertips, casually peeling off the small purple vines that seemed to spread from the rock. He then realized that along with the vine that peeled away, there seemed to be something akin to hardened skin. He knew this feeling before because he ha….. Sebastian's eyes began to be filled with a gray mist, causing him to twitch unexpectedly. His finger tips continued to twitch before coming to an abrupt stop.
Sebastian then stared with a blank expression for what looked like ages before his face contorted into confusion. --What happened? I was on my way to wash up, but I got lost. Impossible! What about the ….. the….Fuck.. let's just continue.-- Sebastian thought as he continued his journey. "Fuck this isn't what Jason promised. He said it was an easy job." Sebastian hissed. "All I have to do is get rid of that wrench. All this happened because of her." Sebastian had made up his mind, he was going to kill the mother of his child -- But before that, I will enjoy her till her last moments. Or should I say theirs? Kekekeke. Oh my dear Lily--. Sebastian laughed at his brilliant plan. If Lily and her child died, He could frame it as an accident. Sebastian was no fool. He knew that his father, Baron Circe, sent him here to do this. He would use his abilities to frame it as an accident during the mission. Sebastian was known as an impulsive fool among the nobles; if his wife died, no one would be able to accuse him of foul play. --Not like royalty would care about little servants--. And Sebastian was right. The child care law was written to satisfy the thirst for vengeance of the common populace. After a noble had been found having multiple dead pregnant women with their blood drained. He had an affair with a lot of getting them pregnant. He killed them to prevent his wives and 4 concubines from finding out. As for why he drained their blood and drank it, one would assume that it may have been a sort of fetish. Sebastian shuddered, thinking about the case. All that was known was that the number of pregnant women he killed totaled a startling 500. This had caused a huge controversy within the nobility and commoners. The royals had created the law to appease the anger of the commoners and cover the shame of the nobles. No one knew what happened to that noble.
Sebastian snapped out of his thoughts as he heard faint humming. He then looked in the direction of the music, noticing that it was the direction of the lake, where he was headed for a bath. His ears perked up in excitement as he slowly picked up the pace. The humming was gradually turning into a song that was clearly heard by Sebastian. Upon hearing the song, Sebastian's excitement slowly began to bubble up, his eyes visibly turning red. He recognized the song, well, not the Song itself, but the language by which the song was sung. He wouldn't mistake it anywhere. --Eleven Language-- he thought. Sebastian had never thought he would hear Elvish here. -- What was a lone Elf doing here? Was this what Jason brought me here? If so, I wouldn't hate him. It's an elf-- he thought. Sebastian hadn't felt he had overreacted after all; he knew the importance of elves as a species. Elves were entities of nature, which caused them to have unparalleled beauty. As an extension of nature, elves were known to grow stronger by age. The older they are, the more beautiful they become, the more powerful they are, the more pure their bloodline, making older elves much more valuable than elder ones. What Sebastian knew was that elves were known to grow stronger with age, making it nigh impossible to ever capture an old elf. But what noble families would do is capture the young ling elves and try to procreate with them. As newborn elves, they had less purity and were easily susceptible to becoming pregnant. By procreating with elves, not only could they enjoy untold pleasures, but they could make a bloodline of warriors or mages with the amplification of the elven bloodline. Sebastian had known all this because when he was a whimpy and snorty child, innocent and oblivious to the noble world. His father had called him to his office with an assignment.
That assignment was, to Sebastian's surprise, to learn and inherit the next legacy of the Circe household. After being tied to a chair after constant refusal, he was forced to watch his father procreate with the elf. This had become a stain that had grown along with Sebastian to the point of not remembering the intricate details of the matter. This had been the spark that highlighted his passionate escapades. Sebastian couldn't remember the intricate details of the situation, but he remembered the language. The language that seemed to capture the soul, one that had haunted his dreams. He would recognize it anywhere, elven language. He gritted his teeth, his eyes faltering. He decided that if he met the elf, he would let her go. There was no need to let anyone know he had met the elf. And if Jason had sent him here for this, he would claim the situation was false. As he drew closer to the lake, he began to see intricate designs in the air. Ones that looked like musical notes, the musical notes glowed a dark purple in color, glowing brighter in accordance with the song that was being sung. The musical note seemed to lead straight to an area of a circular encampment of trees. Sebastian's eyes filled with a hypnotic gaze, and he swayed left and right following the rhythm of the music. As he approached the lake, thin lines of mist seemed to be following the source of the music. As he drew closer, the mist continued to thicken until he reached the lake. The scenery before him caught his breath.