Alexander was brought into the Lord's manor; this large village was neither a city nor a town; although its food and water were self-sufficient, the defences were terrible wooden walls, only the corners and watchtowers made from stone.
'That's only because of the old king's policies... Why do I feel this quest won't be easy? It has that old bastard's name written all over it, making me do annoying shit!'
In a distance plane far above the human and mortal realms, an old man began to sneak uncontrollably from these thoughts with a wry smile as he seemed to look in a specific direction to a star shrouded in darkness.
"Can you please wait here, master...?" The golden-eyed female whispered into his ear, her hands stroking along his muscles as she began to breathe deeply; this girl was the one who his Ghoul Infection was slowly infecting.
