*Knock*
"Come in,"
"Sorry to interrupt, sir, but there is a commotion going on in the town."
"What happened now?"
"There is someone who started to kill everyone in our slave mansion. He has gone mad and is killing everyone who is coming his way."
"Who is it?"
"Amm..umm...the thing is, sir, he is the War Goddess student, 'Aizel.'"
A glass of liquor fell off a nearby table and broke into pieces when it hit the ground.
"Send Carlos quickly; this is a serious matter."
"Yes sir." The mage left the room.
"What the fuck is happening," the man whispered softly.
Meanwhile at Darkholm...
A tall, robust man with long, golden hair and two beautiful women at his sides walked confidently through the streets.
The word had reached him of a certain individual named Aizel causing chaos, and it was his duty to put an end to it.
