Afterwards, Sylvester stayed in his room, feebly observing the variation in kind of ambience. He really doesn't like it being close to either one of the god's descendants. It brings back the memories that he rather forget.
Elvis, perceives the unusual expression of his master. He poured a tea on his master's cup and quietly observe his face, itching to break the silent vicinity.
Sylvester weakly held the teacup and leaned it on his red lips. The aroma was bitter and sweet, both conflicted the flaws in each other. To others, it tastes awful but to him, who don't have a sense of taste, this is equally partial. His moist lips parted, showing a full of white teeth as the taste linger on his tongue.
It was pitch bitter. Like an empty, meaningless and vain taste. But the hotness can be felt, making the tea less tasteless.
He furrowed his eyebrow, "Elvis, I want you to do something for me." He put down his teacup elegantly as his red eyes curved a crescent moon.
"What can I do for you young master?" Elvis smiled attentively. Like a puppy, swaying his tail.
Sylvester lightly grinned, "I don't know if you can do this."
"Young master, don't worry! I will do it."
"Oh?" The young man chuckled, "Even if I ask you to go back to your hometown?"
Elvis stiffened. This idea never really cross on his mind. He serves his master for almost seven years, and yet, he wanted him to go back? Does his master don't want him anymore?
"It's not that I don't want you." Sylvester discerned what he was thinking, he continued: "I want you to get me something, and only your hometown has this."
Elvis lit up, and his heart feel at ease. In their tribe, he was considered a vicious traitor, they didn't even let him explain. But his master accept him wholeheartedly undoubtedly about his misconception.
"I will do it, master. Just tell me."He happily express.
"Good. This is the list of materials I want you to get." Sylvester handed a piece of paper, "Bring Raja with you."
Elvis reached out and took a peek at the written letters. His lips rose. Indeed, the materials can only be found at his hometown. He did not suspect on how his master knew all of these things.
"I will gladly gather this things, master. But who will attend you on your needs, young master?"
Sylvester only smirked and did not respond. He took out a magnifying orb and handed it to his shape-shifter servant. Elvis confusingly grip on the orb.
"What is this master?"
"You need that on your journey. You can go to Raja now."
Elvis did not bother to ask any more question. He nodded and bowed, hurriedly left with a satisfied grin.
As the door closed, Sylvester left his sitting position and moves slowly to the window. It was almost nighttime. The sun long left the sky, leaving a trace of yellow rays.
A faintly grin escaped his lips. He let out the bait. It only takes time to completely control his traces, for the god to not be able to find him.
The gods can effortlessly found out on his whereabouts. His power was not suited in this mortal world and without a single flaunt, Gods can distinguish his unexpected existence. That's why they created instantly an oracle, manipulating the greedy minds of human and making him the opponent of all individuals. Without his steady foundation, humans can defeat him easily. That's why god can be at ease and impatiently declare him as the disaster in mortal world.
But the true opponent was inside in one's heart.
People can only find your life useful if you can improve their life. They don't know what is the consequences of their actions.
In the rule of vicious mentality, they follow the strong. They can disregard the less helpful and gain benefits from the higher ups. Just like the gods.
Sylvester scowled. Furthermore, he was once a god. A forgotten one. But being ignored is not new to him. It was good, actually. Right now, he can move freely and gods can't come down to interfere.
A smell of unique scent but strong power travel between his nose. He frowned and showed a disgusting expression. It was a golden mana. He doesn't need to know, who owns that.
A smiled appear on his mouth, "Found you."
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Every drip of sweats clung into his wheat like skin. Massive amount of energy has been release as he swing his golden sword. Every leaves that touches the mana fell in synchronized trail. His deep pants and groan was a vivid sexy scene in one's eyes.
Iavis let out a heavy breath. He stopped swinging his sword and brushed up his wet golden her. Sweats on his chest that was not covered because of his open white shirt button sparkly faintly.
He narrowed his azure eyes. He still can't control it for a long time. Furthermore, he still can't control the mana and spiritual energy in his body.
Ever since he lost control in the battle, he started practicing consistently. That scene was like a déjà vu in his mind, and the mysterious voice continuously tortured him. He was uncomfortable.
Unlike his brother, he has the blood of the dragon. His mother was the second wife of the king, the protector of the kingdom, the white dragon. Since dragon has no spiritual power, her mother died by giving birth to him. He devoured all the mana on her mother, making his spiritual force go berserk and fuse.
His power was not suited for humans. The humans can only have one single kind of affinity. Like a person who is rich in spiritual power, they can be a soul soldier and have their own soul weapon. Humans who had numerous mana can be a mage, who is likely to cast a spell. But they can only have one elemental compatibility. Others can also be a warrior or a knight, who had only small amount of mana.
Unlike humans, Elves are more elemental people. They have the control of each element but likely to be weaker when in comes to combat. And the beastman has monstrous strength. They can shift into their giant beast form. The dwarves were the foundation of all alchemist. They don't have any of the two, but they are used as the creator of weapons or any objects.
And lastly, the human who has intellectual mind are regard as the Magus or Sorcerer. They invented the scrolls and any psychic power. With the combine of chemistry and psychology, they created spells that can be use as support or attacker.
But Iavis is different. He had two. He is a soul soldier and a mage. That's why he can't control the other one, and likely to go berserk. That's the reason why he doesn't want anyone to discover his abnormality, except his family.
"I thought someone was preparing an ambush." A gentle and soothing voice entered his ears.
He was startled and immediately meld back his leaking mana. His sight moves to the speaking young man, and his eyes showed an expression of unwelcoming.
The youth was pale and glowing in the darkness. His red hair flutters jointly towards the absent of the wind. He's wearing his night gown, which covered only his legs. He shifted his eyes on the young man's body, feeling flustered in his heart.
A chuckled arouse his vicious mind, "May I know why is the second prince practicing here?"
Iavis immediately frowned. The youth voice was nice and seductive, even with the teasing he looks exactly like a heavenly creature. His eyes caught a shining red lotus flower mark on the neck and palms of the youth.
He cleared his throat, throw a calm smile: "I notice the nice surrounding in this area. I hope, I did not disturb the rest of this young master."
Sylvester hummed and slowly walking beside the golden man. The difference in their height was noticeable, the red haired youth was only able to reach the chest of the golden haired man.
Iavis smell the fresh roses in this man, he anxiously steps backwards. Sweet. Just like honey. Even man can smell like that. Although, he experiences many different fragrance from the ladies, this one is different. He was instantly conscious about his smell because of his sweat. His gentle face cracked and re-hung into an uncomfortable emotion.
Sylvester lifted his face, meeting the blazing gaze of the azure orbs, gently giving a smile: "How much faith do you have in your god, your highness?"