Quinn landed right in the middle of a group of soldiers causing some to panic and draw their weapons on him. He was now fourteen years old and had become quite proficient in flying. Looking at the soldiers Quinn felt nothing toward them. Folding his wings Quinn walked away from them without giving them a second thought, mostly because he was to preoccupied thinking about how he should invest the remaining three thousand five hundred points he had left.
Over the years in order to emulate rapid but steady growth in skill, as well as add justification to his unusually high proficiency at magic and sword technique's, he invested small amounts of soul points into his skills and abilities. He also used the shop to purchase gear and weapons that he could pass off as stuff he made in secret.
He had so far invested.....
Sword skills- 275/300
Magic affinity-350/400
Magic reserves-300/300(MAX)
Stamina-250/300
Agility-250/300
Strength-250/300
Summoning-300/300(MAX)
And he had bought five black iron throwing knives for twenty-five soul points. Then he bought black dragon light armor for five hundred soul points. His sword Torikabuto had simply shown up in his room on his fourteenth birthday. He couldn't figure out how it got there but he decided not to question it.
As Quinn was to preoccupied with his own thoughts he hadn't noticed that a man in full body armor was making his way toward him. "My prince," the man said saluting Quinn before bowing to him and lowering his head as he'd been trained to when addressing royalty or nobility. "His majesty awaits your presence in the throne room sire."
"My father wants to see me? but why?" Quinn asked trying to get the man to stand. He took note that the man was wearing his elder brothers colors.
" Unfortunately my lord i do not know the reason he summons you, but it seems as if he plan to summon the entire royal household." the man said rising to his feet but still avoiding direct eye contact.
" This is odd behavior for my father, alright take me to him." Quinn began to feel as if something was off but couldn't figure out what it was. He felt as if he just saw a river flowing backwards he knew something wasn't right but the more he thought about it the more the answer evaded him.
The odd part wasn't his father's summons, but rather his father summoning all of the royal family. If it had been a diplomatic thing, the king would inform the family before hand, and it couldn't be that he simply wanted "family time" since they all eat together each night. To Quinn something was just wrong about the whole thing.
Quinn knew why he'd called his brother who was a general despite not actually being worthy of the title. While Quinn and Ryusuke trained and studied hard in their childhood, their elder brother, despite his skill with a sword, had done nothing more than play around with women and constantly neglect his teachers teaching. Still Quinn acknowledged his brothers skill in swordsmanship and his sharp instincts.
Standing in front of the throne rooms large obsidian doors Quinn felt small. The doors reached all the way to the roof of the castles 18 meter high walls. the doors design had two large dragons roaring at each other their bodies curling to fit in the doors frame and their tails forming the doors handles. The design was intricate and beautiful, Quinn had always thought so.
Pulling the doors open Quinn stepped into the throne room and was surprised to see a large table with not only his mother, father, older and younger brothers, and his elder sister, but also the six generals of the demon kingdom. And odder than that they were all arguing. Quinn had only just entered when he heard Holman the eastern general of defense shout. "Its a rebellion, this means war dammit!"