"Where is this?"
The butler shook his head, seeing stars. He seemed to have lost some of his memory.
He looked around.
The dense forest was lush, with thorns everywhere.
He vaguely remembered coming in with the Young Master and encountering the King of Black Robes. Even his Sea Horse Knight had been wounded.
"Young Master, where are you?"
He called out, summoning his Pet Beast.
A surge of Golden Power erupted, and an aqua-blue seahorse emerged. It was fully armored, held a long spear, and its tail sprayed foam as it moved with incredible speed.
Strictly speaking, this was a water-type Pet Beast of the Gana race, adept in both magic and martial arts.
SWISH...
The long spear swept out, blue arcs of light cutting through the thorns. The butler looked around, his gaze occasionally dazed, as if he had forgotten something. He had a persistent, vague feeling of familiarity.
The night was as thick as ink, and rustling whispers lingered in his ears.
