After killing Francisco I called the police, I shot myself at a non-fatal body part, and played the traumatized and tortured victim of the conflict.
Isaac Asimov said: "The closer to the truth, the better the lie will be, and the same truth when it´s usable, can be the best lie".
So I lied using the truth, making me look like the most unfortunate of victims although being an accomplice.
The moment my existence was wiped off of any criminal record, I bribed some policemen and public functionaries, I stayed away from the city, established in a little town relatively safe, and spent the last two years living in tranquility as a normal teenager.
Or at least I´ve been trying to live as normal as I could.
I got into a psychology university, with the money I took from Francisco´s account, have a proper place to work wouldn´t be hard.
I made some friends, had sex with girls, sometimes I had a girlfriend, but one way or another the relationship failed.
I bought a console and played video games, bought some books, and enclosed myself inside my room for hours reading.
With enough luck, I could live away from conflicts, weapons, and blood.
Maybe find someone to love, have a normal family and make sure that my children never live the way I lived.
Grow old surrounded by the people I could call family, and finally die in peace.
That was my life plan.
But then I was brought to this world with the other kids.
To a world with fantastic monsters, demons, swords, and real magic.
For my good or bad luck, I managed to avoid my disposal from the castle even though I don´t have the title of "Hero".
-Hero...
Not only an ostentatious title but one filled with heavy responsibility.
Hope.
If I focus on the true heroes, I guess you would say that it´s logical to consider them as the saviors of the world.
Although my mind will keep consider them as kids.
Brendan.
He truly thinks of himself as a hero, he has descent values and I don´t hate his sense of justice, but he's too imprudent, he lets his emotions take control over his actions and he's the kind that imposes his vision over others.
In the future, we may have problems.
Akram.
He´s a kind and shy guy, I'd say too shy, someone like him is not qualified for the war, is very probable that he's the first to die if he doesn´t change his ways any time soon.
Jandiara.
She's enthusiastic, good quality for learning, but not for a battle to the death, also, she thinks too much, once she encounters an unexpected situation, her life will be in danger.
Alexandra.
Between all of them, she has the strongest sense of justice, which can be her motor or her doom, she's likely probable to sacrifice herself if that assures the survival of the others.
Haaaah*
A long sigh carrying my mental tiredness escaped from my mouth.
They do it because they think is the right thing to do, but their intentions shouldn´t be to serve in a war of a world that is not even ours.
-But they made a choice, so I won´t stop them.
Although they didn´t have a choice, our options after being brought here were "Win and we all live or die and we all die".
Think about it makes me feel blue.
I pulled out my status card.
-Woah, there´s a lot to see.
Roberto Díaz Medina.
Class:
[Essence colector]
Title:
[Visitant from another world]
Skills:
[Putrefaction] [Life detection] [Thirst for vengance] [Intimidation] [Name knight (0/5)] [Cocytos]
Passive skills:
[Fake numbers] [Recolect essence] [Asimilate essence] [Prince authority]
Blessings:
[Succesor of the dead king] [Master of the ice calamity]
The difference between the beginning and my current situation gave me uncomfortable happiness, it was nice to know that I wasn´t so weak anymore, but the method I used to get stronger wasn´t the nicest.
Intimidation, sound pretty simple, I think it´s evident what it´ll do.
Cocytos, if I remember correctly, that was the name of the river of wailing from the hades, or a frozen lake according to the divine comedy, in any case, there's ice and wailing involved, that itself tells me it´s dangerous.
Name knight is the only skill with few numbers, which makes me think it´s very powerful.
Prince authority sounds quite great, but I don´t have any idea of what it could do.
The blessing changed from shadow to successor of the dead king, I don´t feel different, but I should be watchful.
I returned my card to the darkness of my pocket and finished my cigarette, I got up from my seat and stretched my body, then I walked in direction of the cemetery.
I made the same route as last time, with the difference that this time I didn´t leave half death anyone.
Walking through the tombs, I realized that most of the ghosts had kneel as they said "My prince".
-KILL THEM!! KILL THEM ALL!!
Most of them.
I got closer to the ghost with the appearance of a knight that yelled with a genocide voice. His stomach was open and his insides shook according to the movement of his transparent body, his hand held a broken long sword along with a shattered and rusty full-body armor.
I looked around to make sure that nobody was watching me, then, I activated the skill.
-You´re the only one who hasn´t kneel, so let´s try with you. Name knight.
From my back, five skeletal arms made of the same kind of liquid of Life detection materialized, they then stretched to the ghost and four cruel hands took his neck and arms.
-AGHK!* GHK!*
Search the logic to a ghost being suffocated would give me a headache, so I just kept watching.
Then, the last arm approached the chest of the ghost, sunk in it, and bit by bit was pulling out a small white flame until it put it in front of me.
Am I supposed to grab it?
Following my thoughts I stretched my arm and took the flame, it wasn´t hot, so I didn´t feel pain after touching it.
Slowly, the white flame became black, when its color changed in totality, the skeletal arm returned it to the knight.
-AH! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH! RGHAAAAAAAAAA!!!
As soon as the soot flame returned to its bearer, all his body was covered in flames of the same color, the transparent body of the ghost instead of being calcinated was covered by a heavy armor highly intimidating, his broken sword regained its old glory, and his head was replaced by a sooting flame.
When all the circus of flames and screams ended, the renewed ghost floated out of his grave and kneel before me offering his sharp sword.
-I beg you, give me a name, my prince.
A hollow voice laking of all life flew through the air until it reached my ears.
-... All right.
I grabbed the mangle of the sword and placed the razor in the shoulder of the ghost.
I tried to do the recognition from the books and games, but I wasn´t sure if I was doing it right.
Names of knights... Gawain?... No, doesn´t suit him at all, Arthur?... Nop... Shit...
After a few minutes, I finally decided on a name.
-... Serve me to the end, Álvaro.
I took the razor of the sword in my hands and offered the mangle to Álvaro, he grabbed the sword and suck it to the ground while straightening his posture.
-To the end, my prince.
Álvaro disintegrated and his rests became a ring wrapping my index finger.
I pulled out my status card.
[Name knight (1/5)]
I didn´t obtain skills or muscular memory.
I think I know how this works.
My growing method was something like this:
If I kill someone, both my class skills and blessing get stronger, but I don´t get muscular memory or skills from other classes and tittles.
When I help ghosts, I lose a possible knight, but I can obtain skills and muscular memory from different classes.
And I obtain a knight when I name it, but nothing more.
I have a limit of five knights, it may grow if I kill more people, but I´m not starting a carnage for that reason.
I stepped away from the tomb of Álvaro and walked to Victoria's father.
As soon as I got in front of him he knelt.
-Welcome... My prince...
-Prince eh... What a bothering title... Whatever, I want you as my knight, but, What do you say?
The father of Victoria sadly smiled before answering.
-I´m honored... Sir... But I´d like... to go with my wife... she´s waiting... for me.
Of course, he wanted to be with his family.
-... I see, that was all, this may be the last time we see each other, Do you have a message for Victoria?
-... I hope... You´re happy.
-... Got it.
After hearing the message I walked out of the cemetery, trying to avoid getting later, I ran full speed through the roofs to the castle.
Once I arrived, the first thing the maids said after seeing me was "Molly´s been asking for you".
Cold sweat poured down my spine as I desperately ran to her room.
SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!!!
When I was about to touch the sliding door of her room, she already had told me to come in with the coldest and intimidating voice she could do.
It was never good when she used that voice.
I obeyed and entered the room.
-H-Hey, Molly, honey... Umm... I-I´m home?
Sitting over her bed in a white pajama, Molly showed me a kind smile.
-Today the griffons accidentally ate to horses food, they made a disaster in the stables and are filled with crap and feathers, since you rested so much you won´t have a problem cleaning it, Right? Honey.
The stables were two hours away at the north district, and the size of the place was two soccer grounds.
-... I´ll go right away.
-Ah, and you can´t go out for a month.
-!! That's!-
Thomp*
A ninja star was thrown right beside my eye, due to the short distance and speed I wasn´t able to see it until it was too late.
-Do you have a problem?
-... N-None.
-Good, I also expect a good explanation about that tattoo on your neck.
-... I have an explanation... But I don´t know if it´s good...
Somehow space became heavier, my instincts told me that I gave a wrong answer.
-...Go.
-...Yes.
I did what I was ordered and went to the north district, when I arrived, to say that the place was covered was short.
-Are you the cleaner? Well as you can see the place is fully covered for the griffon's waste, there are buckets and cleaning material over there, good luck.
A knight pointed at a small building filled with mops and cleaning material.
After giving me a set of keys he stepped out of the paradise of shit.
I looked around appreciating the weightiness of my task
-... Fuck.