He got up from his throne and made an abrupt landing before the shivering count Grayad. His feet contacted the floor and his back remained straight, unbending.
As he was closer to him, count Grayad was able to get a clearer view of this individual. He was able to discern the height he stood at and to his surprise! He was no more than five feet.
'They sent a kid to come and assassinate me!'. The count presumed.
'And what is it about something I have in my possession!'.
Count Grayad had picked up on his last discussion before he descended.
While the count was in confusion and deep thought about this mysterious man, he felt his body picked up and lifted off the ground.
Mikeal the mysterious man was not holding the count to say he was the one who picked his body off the ground. To begin with, the count doubts Mikeal's tiny body can pull off his hefty body.
The conclusion he came to was the presence of another intruder.
As he was getting pulled up, he turned his head behind but did not see anybody hovering there.
This was when the count felt something tied to his right wrist. With everything happening, he did not take note of how he was getting pulled up and merely assumed someone was behind him.
With time, the count noticed how his right arm was stretched upward, against his own will. He raised his head to see a green leaf tied around his right wrist.
Tracing down this decorated rope of nature led the count to see the green grown from the ground. A shocking revelation he says!
'Ho! How is he doing this!'. Marvelled the count in confusion.
"Eworin land!". He says, his tone summoning the count's deviated attention.
"You took the youths of Eworin village, I want them back". He added.
'Eworin village?! Are they the ones who sent this freak after me'.
Count Grayad had difficulty believing the villagers were behind this ominous man's presence!
He exudes an aura of dignity and does not strike him as one to be willed or moved by an order from another.
Not only that; the villagers lack resources with barely enough to fend for themselves, where would they have gotten the funds to dispatch an assassin of this level?!
"Wait!- could you be!". Count Grayad speculated with obvious fear on his face.
"Now you know who I am". Mikeal responded.
News of Mikeal's banishment had reached far and wide to the corner most places of Emedia nation. Khetis County was also no stranger to the news.
Count Grayad especially. He was specifically informed in a handwritten letter sent to him by the grand duke's associate. Tales of the cursed prince's banishment to a territory bordering his own.
He was also told of the ominous ability the cursed prince possessed, the power to summon and manipulate wood attributes.
'This is what he meant!'. Count Grayad panicked.
It is a different process reading about it and experiencing it first-hand!
With Mikeal before him, his hefty body dangling off the ground and held to that point by the ominous powers of the cursed prince.
Never had Count Grayad felt so hopeless and so at a loss. He had never been a man of physical strength but that was not essential for one of his status.
He is a lord of a county, born and bred to one day inherit the county from his departed father. Grayad has always had at his disposal the power to summon and will his desire on his servants.
One of the benefits of being a count! He did not have to move to have things placed exactly as he wanted them to be. Authority was what had always accompanied him all his life.
But faced with the abilities of the cursed prince! The count felt said authority crumbling down. His years of pride of feeling so far out of reach were rendered null.
And in the face of absolute authority! He felt so small and insignificant! His thoughts and fear led him back to the root of his ancestors in their days before their inherited position was handed to them.
Count Grayad at this particular moment joined the ranks of servants worth no less than the fingernails of their lord.
"You are a prince of this nation! This goes against etiquette and morals tied to nobility". He forced out the last ounce of strength in him.
He at least wanted to show the noble side of himself before experiencing a thorough breakdown.
"A prince you say! You jest".
Mikeal walked forward heading to the window area. He had Count Grayad's body keeping up with his pace.
"What you are doing! Is this out of revenge for how you were treated".
The count has heard the tale of Mikeal and his story of abandonment to the northern palace by his father the king.
It is not so far-fetched to say he is doing this out of spiteness.
However, Mikeal scoffed mockingly.
"Revenge is a tool of the fools who are too stuck up on the past and refuse to see past their pain". He says as he continues.
"I have transcended that level, shed off my skin of attachment to my past. Now?! I only work for the sake of the future and a purpose to forever remain relevant".
"And your distorted desire to enslave the world! What would you term that".
He stopped walking, taking a step back to face the count and meet eye to eye.
"We are beings of thoughts and will, it just so happens that my thoughts transcend every other. Isn't that what life is all about?".
"Majority desire but only a few have the resources to act on their will. I am no coward nor a fool. The means are at my disposal, time is all that is required".
'No good'. The count thought.
He had hoped he could get into Mikeal's head but it is not going as well as he wished. Mikeal's mind appears made up, and every word spoken of him strays his thoughts far from the norms.
"I told you of my story and purpose because I thought you would understand me. How wrong was I to have believed that to be true".
He reached the window side and stopped. Mikeal controlled the vine holding Count Grayad and brought him forward.
"I have shown you my patience, communicated with you as would any other lord will, tried to reach a consensus and draw common grounds. I see now that we are too far apart. Your understanding of the world is but a pinch before my level of attainment".
Count Grayad's body broke through the window glass and had him dangling out the room about several feet from the ground with a certainty of instant death if dropped.
"So I ask you again count Grayad, what say you to my request".
His cold eyes pierced through his bangs, revealing a glistening emerald pupil