The sky was full of dark clouds as usual. Such was the general mood of the Iseviel Kingdom. The people here were accustomed to the cold and wetness. The snow and rain only stopped falling for three months a year, but it was enough for the farmers here to get a good harvest. For many years, farmers had searched for crops that could grow here, eventually successfully growing potato and two grains resembling wheat. No matter how cold or bad the weather, these two grains were enough to feed the kingdom of Iseviel.
At this time, an unfamiliar scene was unfolding at the gate of Icegrove city. A human was coming!
Two guards at the door, wearing jackets patched with various animal skins, could hardly believe their eyes. How many months ago was the last time someone was in town? If their memory serves them right, it was exactly one month and eight days ago!
The people who came at that time were a convoy of merchants. They were still drinking the wine and rum they had brought. They would feel bad if they didn't pray to them. Not many brave people would come to this city this time of year. Both the fact that the roads were filled with almost a meter of snow and bad weather conditions prevented people from going to the city of Icegrove.
Because of the distance between them, they saw the person coming toward them as just a figure, but nevertheless, they prepared themselves. The two turned to each other and straightened their clothes. Then they put a smile on their face and waited. They were a little disappointed when the figure became more selectable the closer they got. Even though they couldn't see his features from afar, his white hair could easily be seen.
As the figure came a little closer, they looked at each other and smiled again. Although the figure had white hair, his face was young. He looked to be in his early twenties. He had the distinct blackness of a freshly trimmed beard on his face. He was wearing a beautiful one-piece white fox fur coat. A sword longer than his own height hung on his back. The really weird part about the figure was that he had two more weapons on his waist. One was a short sword that was just over a meter long, and the other was a regular-sized dagger. All three of his three weapons were in a leather sheath. However, it could be seen from the hilts that it had expensive craftsmanship. Because the metal at the end of the handle was polished enough to reflect sunlight.
The figure didn't look very tall from afar, but when they got close, they realized that it was taller than they were. The two guards had to look up. The figure before them was a little over two metres.
When this figure was right in front of them, the two guards simultaneously held out their spears and made a cross to prevent the figure from entering the city.
"Name!" They both shouted at the same time.
The figure before them was extremely calm. He seemed used to such situations.
A smile appeared on his handsome face and he spoke. "Abel. Abel Restless." Said.
The guards spoke again after learning his name. "The reason for entering the city?"
Abel tried to put his hand on his chest, but the guards had a chance to let their experience speak. They quickly raised their spears and aimed them at Abel's neck. "Get your hands off!"
Abel quickly raised his hands. "Calm down, I just wanted to show a token of my identity. In my chest pocket."
The guards nodded, looking at each other, and with the right spear under their arm began to search for Abel's chest. In a short time, he found a metal seal. Various reliefs were engraved on it.
The guard changed his expression as soon as he saw the metal seal. He had an ugly and disgusted expression on his face. The face of the other guard was no different. When he saw the metal seal, he showed the same emotions on his face.
The other guard, with his ugly face, pulled his spear from Abel's neck. They later returned the metal seal to Abel. Then the guard who returned the Seal spoke.
"You can come in. You don't have to pay an entrance fee. Don't get too carried away, or we'll come after you. Just do your job." Said. He then returned to his duty position and set his spear straight on the ground. The two guards began to ignore Abel.
Abel, on the other hand, showed his desperation by opening his hands to both sides. He was used to such situations a long time ago. Cooled by the weather outside, he put the metal seal back in his chest pocket and began walking into the city.
Although this place was called a city, it was no more than a town in Abel's eyes. It was the walls he had just left behind that made this a city. It was at least ten meters high and enveloped the entire city like a snake. From the moment he entered the city gate, he appeared in front of almost all the important locations of the city. A barn on his right, a blacksmith on his left, and a tailor and a bakery ahead of him were positioned opposite each other. Abel's target was further away, so he continued walking down the wet and muddy street. The main road was almost ten meters wide and the city was suitable for development because of this road, but due to bad weather, most traders only came here to buy or sell goods during certain months of the year. There was no merchant who could count on his income at any time of the year to start a business here. So the streets were generally quiet.
Even now, although it was only noon, the streets were almost empty. Just a hundred meters away, in front of the inn, a few people were chatting with beer glasses in their hands.
Abel kept walking. He would occasionally turn his head and examine the people around him, but he had yet to find anyone who might interest him. Apparently, he had no choice but to go to the only inn in this city.
Arriving in front of the inn, he met people's questioning glances, but his gaze did not stay on any of them for more than a few seconds. Before entering the inn, he glanced at the only interesting building across this wide street. For a city that looked so poor, it was a stone building, made in an extremely wealthy style. It would be more correct to call it a small palace. With its tall, four-tower architecture and wide structure, it was extravagant for an ordinary town hall.
After turning his eyes from the town hall, Abel entered the inn.
At the inn, he was greeted by weak music played by a weary bard. The strings of his string instrument were loose and it made a muffled, sad sound.
It was well lit inside. Oil lamps filled with oil could be seen in every corner. The inn was almost half full. People were talking loudly, not afraid that others would hear them. Most seemed content for this time of year.
Once inside, the entire inn stopped talking for a moment and looked at him, but everyone quickly continued to do what they were doing. His arrival was only a moment's surprise, as it was usually clear who and how many people would come to the inn at this hour. A new face caught people's attention for a moment, but it wasn't important enough for them to care. After all, no one wanted to cause trouble this time of year. Moreover, in the only inn in the city.
Abel hurried to the bar where the owner was making drinks and began to speak with a smile.
"A beer, three pieces of meat, and a piece of the best bread you have." Said.
The innkeeper's hand holding the beer mug trembled for a moment as Abel said, 'Three pieces of meat', but quickly recovered himself. Then he smiled and said, "These days, hunters have a hard time finding fresh meat. I can only give you a piece of meat." Said.
Abel shook his head. "A piece will do too." He said and left the counter where the owner of the inn was. He quickly found himself an empty table in the corner of the inn and began to wait for his meal.
Shortly after, the owner of the inn brought the food himself. Inside a tray were a piece of brown bread, a piece of meat, and a large glass of beer. He quickly left after placing the tray on the table. He didn't even get the tray back.
Abel began to eat with great excitement and hunger, putting the meat between the bread. After a while, when he wanted to sip his beer, he checked his surroundings. After seeing that no one was looking at him, he lifted his pint glass and looked under it. There was a small piece of paper under it with something written on it.
"City lord." That's what was written on the paper. Abel frowned after reading this. To him, it was one of the last news he wanted to hear. After reading what was written on the paper, he quickly took the paper with sleight of hand and put it in his pocket. Then he continued to eat his food.
After paying a little attention to what the people in the inn were talking about, he quickly lost interest. People were just talking about their crops in the snow and the newly opened brothel they had stopped by last night. Although he had been on the road for a long time, even the word 'brothel' had not caught his attention. The news of the little piece of paper made him a little uneasy. He was afraid that things were getting bigger and too much for him to handle.
While he had just finished eating and Abel was wrestling with his thoughts, the door of the inn opened. Three women entered. They were wrapped in grey fur and looked extremely beautiful. Especially the woman in the middle of the trio was incomparably beautiful to anyone they had ever seen before. She had short, black hair and a white complexion. Her eyes were the colour of honey and it was enough to make one's mouth water. Her cheeks flushed from the cold outside making her look like she was wearing make-up. (Face Cheeks) She was tall, and most importantly, her legs were long.
The three women entered the inn, smiling. Although Abel was fascinated by the beauty of the woman, his eyes also noticed something different in this woman. While Abel couldn't take his eyes off the woman in the middle, the woman noticed him too. Her smile quickly grew, and she approached his desk. The other women were already sitting at other tables and chatting with the men who were finishing their drinks. Orders to the owner of the inn were pouring in from the tables where the women were sitting.
"Boss! Freshen up the beers!" "Boss! Bring this lady the best beer!"
With these voices, the most beautiful-looking woman calmly sat down at Abel's table, opposite him. Then she took off the glove made of animal skin and showed her warm and beautiful fingers. The voice emanating from this table was not Abel's. The woman parted her charming lips and calmly called out to the owner of the inn.
"Boss, bring your best wine."
Although her enchanting voice was not as loud as the other shouts, the entire inn could hear it.
Immediately the men at the other table began to speak enviously.
"Heh, lucky bastard."
"Old or young? It's not even clear."
"Don't be upset so soon, maybe he doesn't have the money."
"Can not you see? The patroness approached him, it doesn't matter if he has no money."
"Damn! Why are we so unlucky?"
Abel turned a deaf ear to the gossip at other tables. He heard or saw such envious expressions all the time. Abel smiled and continued to watch the charming woman before him. He didn't want to be the first to speak.
Abel's eyes for a few seconds, the woman seemed bored and began to speak.
"Handsome, it's rare to see someone like you around this season. Tell me, where do you come from?"
As she spoke, the charming smile on the woman's face was beautiful enough to make people's hearts stop. Even Abel noticed that his heart was racing, despite being resistant and accustomed to such flirtations.
He began to speak as if mesmerized by the woman's words. " I come from Visha ." Said.
A surprised smile appeared on the woman's face. "Oh? I heard Visha is hotter than here. They say women in particular…are too warm to need a blanket on a snowy night. Is not it?" After the woman spoke, she winked at Abel.
Abel couldn't keep his stupid smile on his face and his cheeks reddened a little. "It is, especially women. I'd be lying if I said I don't miss day by day. But I also didn't expect to see anyone here who would be far superior to Visha 's women." Said. He then took her hand on the table and kissed it lightly.
The woman chuckled softly and pulled her hand back. Meanwhile, the owner of the inn brought their drinks. After taking the previous tray, he placed a jug of wine and two wooden glasses on the table. He had a worried expression on his face as he looked at Abel, but when his eyes met with the charming woman, his worried expression was immediately replaced by fear. He quickly bowed his head and left the table.
Meanwhile, Abel still seemed fascinated. Smiling at his enchanted appearance, the woman calmly filled two glasses of wine. Then he handed one in front of Abel.
Abel took three long sips of the wine, his cheeks still red. Then he continued to look into her eyes. After taking a small sip of the wine, the woman continued to speak.
"Well, what are you doing here? Visha's hot women weren't enough to satisfy you?" Putting one hand on her chin, the woman spoke, the seductiveness on her charming face getting bigger.
Abel didn't seem to be able to resist her questions. He continued speaking with a silly smile and blush on his face. But this time, he made a fist and raised it in the air.
"I've come to make a name, fighting in the north! I will announce my name to all Visha and Iseviel !" said. His eyes were shining with courage and spirit.
The charming smile on the woman's face grew larger at Abel's answer, and she chuckled silently. She then began to speak, seeming slightly surprised.
"Ah! A young warrior, how would you like me to happily send you on the expedition?" The woman licked her lips.
Abel spoke excitedly again. "Then my journey of conquest will begin with you." He said and took her hand again and kissed it. Then he stood up, taking her hand and dragging her with him.
He quickly came to the owner of the inn and asked for a room. "Give me your biggest room!" said.
The fearful expression on the inn owner's face grew even bigger, but he did not dare to speak. He took a silver key from the hanger with the keys and handed it to Abel.
"Room 12 is at the end of the hall as you go up the stairs." Said.
Smiling, Abel took the key and dragged her with him up the stairs.
They quickly came to the room at the end of the hall, and Abel clumsily opened the door in a few tries. After closing the door, he pressed her against the door and started kissing her charming lips as if he wanted to devour her completely. Meanwhile, his hands were not idle, and he began to peel the grey fur off the woman and the rest of her clothes. Meanwhile, the woman was also trying to undress Abel's body, but she had a hard time undoing the belts as he was carrying too many swords. Abel quickly began to take off his own clothes.
Soon they were both still naked at the door. Abel was quickly exploring the woman's body with his hands while kissing her. Beginning at her neck, he slowly descended to her breasts. Here he was greeted by two peaks he had never seen before, as high as the mountains told in stories. Quickly, as if honey had been placed in front of a cut, Abel couldn't help but kiss and lick his mouth.
The woman bit her lips, savouring the agility of the young man's tongue. Although he looks young, it has to be said that he has some experience.
He was about to say something when he felt Abel's tongue in the right place to be. "Mmmmhh!" The woman had no choice but to moan. Abel's sudden movement left him no choice but to shut his mouth. He quickly had to let himself go with the flow of the event.
After a few moments of boredom, Abel stood up again and continued to occupy his lips, but this time his hands did not stop. His fingers were dexterous enough to surprise even the world's most famous thief and trickster. Soon the woman felt something thicker and longer than Abel's fingers. She couldn't help but look down. The scene she saw below had brought joy to her monotonous life for the past few years. It was as if she was sitting on a warm thick tree branch and watching the magnificent sunset.
"Mmmmhhh!" As the woman groaned loudly once more, Abel lifted her body from her legs and placed it on the large double bed. Here he continued to kiss her, but soon she realized that the warm, thick branch she had just sat on was moving to take her to the sun she was watching.
"Ah!" All of a sudden, a small expression of pain mixed with a groan appeared on her face, and she couldn't help shouting lightly.
The woman couldn't take it any longer and stopped thinking, giving herself completely to Abel.
…
After half an hour.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhh ... mmmhhhh "
The beauty of the woman's enchanting body was only heightened after she had been pampered and fried by Abel. At this moment Abel was lying on the bed and she was slumped over him. She had a drunken smile on her face. She was resting her head on Abel's chest, enjoying the wonderful moment she had just experienced. She was drawing circles on Abel's chest with her fingers.
"You…you are the most talented young man I have ever met." Said. A few drops of saliva pooled on the corner of her lip. Her tongue was almost sticking out.
Abel's body, too, was relaxed, struggling with the exhaustion of the few months before the explosion he had just experienced under the woman's warm body. He spoke breathlessly.
"I…it's not the first time I've heard those words." Said. A slight smile appeared on his face.
Abel's words, the lustful expression on the woman's face grew even larger. This time, a few drops of the saliva that had accumulated in the corner of her lips fell on Abel's chest. A big smile appeared on the woman's face. At this point, she opened her mouth a little and showed all her teeth. She and canine teeth and a few more fangs began to grow, as if by magic. The golden glow in the woman's honey-coloured eyes grew even more. Deep slits appeared on his forehead, and the shape of the bones in his face began to change. The lustful expression on her face got bigger and she turned into a raging dog from the depths of hell.
She moved her head calmly and brought it to Abel's neck. Just whens he was about to bite, her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Puahhh!!" a few mouthfuls of blood spilt from her disgusting-looking mouth onto the pillow on which Abel also rested his head. Then a repulsive force from the human underneath pushed her away. Abel stood up at this point and looked at the woman in the middle of the bed with a dagger stuck in her back. He watched with delight the ugly surprised expression on his face.
He then went to the door where he took off his clothes and took the sword that was slightly longer than the dagger. After removing the short sword from its sheath, he began to speak, sneering at the woman in the middle of the bed.
"Stop pretending to be dead."
The woman showed an ugly smile on her ugly face and rolled her eyes. She was actually very good at playing dead, but she hadn't expected Abel to be more vicious and sneaky than she was.
Abel's smile widened. "There it is, well done." Said. Then he continued speaking.
"Now talk, is the city lord like you?"
An ugly smile appeared on the woman's ugly face. "Heheh … Puah … Heheh." She was spitting blood as she tried to laugh. The dagger in her heart was bringing her closer to death every second. Her body was completely still, and she had no choice but to laugh, to show that she was not afraid of death.
"City lord… the innkeeper said? Heheh …I should have killed that bastard before…but don't worry, you can't change a thing even if you know. My master is strong. My master can kill them all before some familiar names arrive. You don't look like that kind of person either." Said. She was still trying to laugh, but as she laughed, blood-spattered around, creating an even more ugly and nasty appearance in the room.
"Familiar names?" Abel turned the short sword in his hand as if it were dancing in the air and spoke. "Slave of lust…you didn't even ask my name." Said. He smiled at the dying woman.
The moment Abel said those words, the ugly smile on the woman's ugly face faded. It was quickly replaced by fear and anxiety.
"Your name…what is your name?" She could hardly ask this simple question. She felt that even the constantly flowing blood in her throat was drying up.
"My name…not very familiar but I am called Abel."
"You…" The fear and worry on the woman's face gave way to regret and horror. "You! Abel? Abel of regret? Ah— " After speaking, she wanted to shout, but suddenly the sword in Abel's hand entered her mouth and stabbed into the wall behind the bed. Her tongue was also cut off at that time. For a second or two, the woman's eyes turned where they were and then gave way to blank stares. She was dead now.
After confirming that the woman was dead, Abel placed two fingers on her dead forehead and waited. Soon after, a mixture of white, grey, and red flashed from her forehead and entered Abel's forehead. Soon the light completely disappeared.
Abel's lips. "What a nice surprise. It was actually very strong. Good thing I was smart." Said. Then he went to the place where his clothes were and took a red book out of his clothes pocket. The book was the size of a hand and the width of a finger. It would be more accurate to call it a manual. He also took out a bone pen and began to write in the handbook.
"The City of Icegrove, a slave of lust was murdered. According to the information source, the city lord is suspicious. I'm going to check. If I find it suspicious, I will kill it."
He muttered something after writing them down on paper. After he muttered, the words he had just written in the handbook magically disappeared. Abel then nodded and faced the mirror in the room. The mirror was as tall as itself. He could see his whole body clearly.
Abel's body was a little over two meters long. The muscles in his stomach resembled mountain ranges. His facial features belonged to a young man. His nose was straight, his chin was prominent, his eyes were sharp and his eyes colour was black. His eyebrows were like a sword. A slightly curved sword.
Just under his left chest, there was a strange scar. It looked like a very old scar. It was a scar at least as long as a hand. Scars were visible on other parts of his body as well, but none as large and prominent as on his chest. It wouldn't even be right to call others scars, just unhealed scratches. But for someone with so many scars, he was extremely vigorous and energetic. Although the years seemed to have treated him badly, he seemed to have turned all these bad marks into opportunity and power. Otherwise, his tall body would be hunched right now, and his walking would have slowed down.
Ignoring his injuries, there was only one part of his body that didn't suit him. He too had white hair that could be spotted thousands of meters away. Abel had considered dyeing his hair with various herbs, but dyeing it just once was not enough. He had given up painting because he would have to paint regularly and would not have time for it.
After Abel finished examining himself, he smiled and started putting on his clothes again. He then left the room, locking the door. A few seconds later he came to the innkeeper's counter and handed over the key. A relieved expression appeared on the innkeeper's face. Abel spoke, adjusting his voice so that only the innkeeper could hear. "A piece of meat fell on the floor above. It needs to be cleaned." Said. Then he smiled, stretched his arms, and spoke again. "Now I have to find the other two pieces of meat. Take care, innkeeper." Said.
Ignoring the bewilderment of the innkeeper and the crowd inside, he stepped out of the door of the inn and began walking towards the town hall, or rather the city lord's palace.
Behind him, he left an astonished innkeeper and a crowd just as bewildered as the innkeeper. People thought how good he was at this job, that he was even tired enough to immobilize her. It kind of happened though.
The innkeeper was relieved, knowing that a few creatures would not be a problem for this young man. His confused expression faded and he continued to do his job.
[Abel: Means 'breath'.]
[ Kingdom of Isevel: A small kingdom in the north of the continent, where it is always cold, with snow and rain.]
[ Icegrove City: A city in the eastern part of the kingdom where only few grains are grown, the main source of income being hunting and agriculture.]