Lunar Calendar, year 522 post Eclipse (P.E.)

North of Aestania

"Kuma! Don't loiter, finish your work so we can get out of here, I'm shivering."

"Hahaha, ok ok, sorry Shyla" Kuma said with a magnificent smile.

There was a nice atmosphere between the two, in complete contrast to the place where they were for their 'work': a request for extermination by some inhabitants of the village of Casier.

More precisely, a week ago some undead appeared and roamed freely around the area at night, scaring the inhabitants and killing the farms.

Knowing this, the inhabitants decided to ask the headquarters of the Magical Association of their area, where two third-class magicians accepted their request, all of which brings us to this moment...

"Look Kuma! We have finally found the origin of the undead. I hope that inside the "rip" there isn't a Litch..."

"Don't worry, the undead encountered so far were skeletons and some ghosts, the lowest grades, if we were to encounter a first grade monster like a Litch getting this far wouldn't be so easy", but the moment after saying it, Kuma regretted it, seeing a second grade undead, a Wraith, emerge from the "rip".

"Fuck!" while Kuma prepared the 'concealment' spell escape, the undead placed his irisless and lifeless eyes on Shyla, who, terrified, was unable to dodge the monster's lightning attack, cleanly severing the third-class sorcerer's neck.

Kuma, having observed everything, began to tremble with fear, thus failing to complete the spell, breaking the diagram formed in front of his staff,but the Wraith wasted no time, amputating the arms of the poor third degree and, under a crimson rain, Kuma saw his decapitated body as the last moments of life.

Meanwhile

Capital of Aestania, Moder

"Run, Silver! Run!"

*Woof!*

"You little bastard, come here!"

the two small figures passed quickly through the crowd, followed by a robust middle-aged man, one attributable to a medium-sized dog with a peculiar silver-white fur, while the other to a fairly thin child with hair as dark as the moonless night, adorned with white shades reminiscent of stars.

The child was trying to escape after winning the card game called "Witch Out", counting cards illegally.

And he had won quite a bit too, 10 gold coins! They were worth about a year's wages of an ordinary employee at the Magical Association.

Adamas and his little dog Silver continued to run, they knew where to pass and where the streets led, so that the man wouldn't reach them.

Suddenly, however, while running, Adamas didn't see a woman at the corner of the street, which made him stumble in the alley he was going to, managing to make the pursuer reach him.

"Ouch! What the hell are you doing?!"

The man approached, making the difference in size between the two clear, also because the fight was about to take place between a middle-aged man and a 12-year-old child.

"Listen! It's not my fault you lost the last hand, you bet badly~" Adams said with a calmness that questioned both his age and his intelligence.

But he said that because he knew that behind him there was a wooden fence with a cut board used as an emergency passage.

Unfortunately he was unable to take enough time to get close to his escape route.

Without giving him an answer, the man grabbed the child by the throat, first bringing him to his height, and then threw him to the ground, causing the poor boy to spit blood.

Seeing the scene, Silver began to bark at the man, producing no result other than pissing him off even more.

The man began walking towards Silver, who, frightened, began to tremble on the spot.

"What are you doing, you're not barking anymore? Fucking beast", in the meantime he was aiming a kick towards the poor creature, but to his great surprise, the kick missed, causing him to fall to the ground on his butt.

The dog Silver had magically disappeared from there and reappeared next to Adamas, who meanwhile continued to cough from the blow from before.

*clap clap*

A cheer rang out in the alley.

"Is it fun to pick on a child? Do you think I should try it too?"

"And who the fuck are you?", the man said angrily, only to immediately realize that the person in front of him was too peculiar: a crimson red robe cut out the figure in space, in his left hand he had a stick with a diagram on the end with in the center a white light

"Shit, he's a magician" he thought

"I apologize for the mess created, Sir. Magician, but the 'child' behind me is a thief"

"Mhm, I see", but immediately afterwards, the diagram above the stick changed, becoming an intense red color, and, without realizing it, the man found himself without a leg, falling horribly into his own blood

"FUUUUCK, MY LEEEG!" he cried out in pain, but froze when he realized that his leg was there, intact, as if nothing had happened.

"Look, I'm not even interested in your motives, you shouldn't take justice into your own hands."

"You are absolutely right, I apologize to you, Sir. Magician", a drop of sweat slowly ran down the man's back.

"Today I am very happy because I found the objects I needed, disappear from my sight"

"Thank you very much, Sir. Magician, I will remember your mercy for the rest of my life.", in the meantime he bowed and went towards the magician, to exit the alley.

But as soon as the man passed him, he suddenly turned and stabbed the magician in the back.

"He's an idiot! Ahahahaha"

The blow hit home, plunging the dagger into the magician's back and, feeling the hot liquid dripping onto his hands, the man laughed out loud, and then spit blood immediately afterwards.

*cough cough*

"What the fuck?!?!"

Without saying a word, the magician imprisoned the man on his knees in a cage of fire, blocking his movements.

"You are under arrest for making an attempt on the life of Red Tower Commander Alexander Rubino."