I search around the room, yet nothing changes. I sigh standing to my feet. Obviously Big Red Truck doesn't need to interfere in our mortal world. I am such a heretic, so much blasphemy, forgive me. Walking to the window, I see a vibrant world, merchants trading where's, citizens walking with smiles glued to their faces, adventures and soldiers march on to some far-off battlefield with glory in the eyes and jovial expressions. This was it, the third richest city in the world, behind only the Empire's capital, and the trading city state Blave in the south. Putting on a hooded cloak, I exit the mansion. It was nice not being noticed for once. Walking through the wide streets I come upon a small house, small in this case meaning it wasn't a three-story mansion, it has rich green colored walls, and a red door. Knocking three times, I'm met with no response. There were only two places this man would be. In the bar, or the military training grounds. He was never home, but I came here anyways. Twisting the knob the door opened as if unlocked, so simple was the lock to pick. For some reason, even though it was never used, the inside was far more well-furnished than my own. There was only one thing I wanted, and that was George's seal that proves he is a bastard. Without it there would be one less rope around my neck. Walking down a long hallway I find what I'm looking for, the guest room. Digging under the bed I grab the thing George had thought he lost, a golden seal with the image of a hunting dog standing atop a fence post. There is an issue with me taking this however. As the seal is a key to the armory of gods. Something that increases the hero's and his companion's ability enough to finally defeat the final bosses. I guess I will cross that road when I get there. Anyways right now I'm going to have to find myself a guard. Someone close in power with the current hero. That task won't be easy or cheap. Money is something I have, but not in immense amounts, a high-ranking adventure at diamond or platinum rank should be just out of my pay range. Anyone less than that would most likely get destroyed by the hero. The ranks of adventures go like this.
Copper, silver, gold, diamond, platinum. The difference between copper and platinum, is like a pro boxer battling a ten-year-old in a fistfight.
Leaving the same way I came in, I return to the busy streets. "Ding, 1 villain point added." Well it was satisfying to receive it, there's two more things I have to do today. Go to the military hall to register and receive my rank, meeting George in the process, and find the aforementioned guard.
The walk could not be called long, as with any government building the military hall is built in the central part of the city, making walks from any point in the capital last forty minutes at the most. Arriving before the colossal structure a soldier met me with dejected eyes.
"Reason of visit?"
Undraping my hood, he took a step back, recognizing my face, and the royal family's unique hair and eye color, that being a light blueish purple. Some say the color is a proof of being picked by the devils, others think it some kind of curse to forever distinguish someone of devil blood.
"I am here to join the military under the direct orders of crown prince Rodrick von Severheart."
He stepped back even further, then sprinted to the nearest officer. A man with a thick black beard, black and red military uniform filled with countless medals, and a black hat with a sun visor marched with a look of a man who was honored glued to his face.
"I am lieutenant colonel Virol, I was informed before you arrived, think of me as your superior from this point on, captain Vector."
I could sense it the moment I saw him; this man is strong. He was never named in the book, but others of lieutenant colonel rank and up were, and each was a veteran that has seen a thousand battles. Before I could finish that thought I received a notification. "Ding. Quest complete, novice level quest join the army within the Devil Kingdom, you received 20 villain points."
I shrug. "Is there anything you need me to do?"
He returns my shrug with a nod, "Come with me to receive your uniform."
The both of us enter the building. Many mean glances flew my way, and even more let out there killing aura. There is no one that those who fight with honor hate more than a worthless prince, who is not only never punished for his insurmountable crimes, but instead awarded the rank of captain.
"Don't mind them." He gives me a nudge to keep walking. "Some only live to hate. Your actions from now on can change how they feel, Captain Vector."
With a nod we enter an office. It was undecorated except for a picture of Virol hugging a kid, with a bald woman standing in the background, the three seemed to be having the best day of their lives.
He pulled open a cupboard fetching from it a unique uniform, one with a red line stretching from the top of the shoulder to the bottom of its elbow, the royal insignia stamped on the chest, and they even went as far as to add my mother's seal to the left shoulder. It was more of a fashion statement than an effective military fatigues.
"This was created by his majesty crown prince Rodrick von Severheart!" Virol exclaimed to the world.
Finding a man so loyal could not be an easy task, but beyond that this whole thing left me speechless. Was my brother such a good person in the book? Why would I have sent an assassin after him? Why did he never talk to me like this when we were young? So many questions and so little answers.
"To enter any military facility you must, and I do mean must, be in uniform. Anyone suspected of being a spy for the Empire is killed on sight." He speaks of heinous acts with a calm grin.
A wild show of being Vector occurred before Virol's eyes, I changed in front of him revealing all my gentlemen bits. The grown man stood with a shocked expression, it wasn't the first time he had seen his men change, but none did it with such hasty grace. I felt anew within my garb.
"I was about to say there's a changing room across the hall, but it seems you have it covered." He grumbled as if staring at a prince undressing wasn't a crime punishable by death.
"Where is the training hall?" Straight to the point, after all I didn't come here to make friends.
"Down the hall, take a left when you see the stuffed bear."