" Huh? What's the meaning of this? "
His loud authoritative voice was heard, it echoed in all corners of the room, sitted on a throne made of swords, he threw the letter he received on the ground, facing the messenger who stood before him, within the throne room exists his commanders.
Normadic warriors whose tastes for blood goes beyond understanding.
" This is a letter sent from the Rutherford Barony my Lord, i came here to deliver the message sent by the upper side " the messenger reported, facing the mighty figure whose existence is covered by the shadows.
The Leader of the Northern Normads, Abraka Del Rosso!
His long black braided hair reached it's shoulders, sitted shirtless, only putting on black pant, standing by the sides of his throne were his concubines, they are seen careesing his chest when he wore a grin.
" And who's in control of the Barony at the moment? " Abraka Del Rosso questioned. The reporter bowed his head and he fell on his knees before the Lord of the Northern Normads 'Rav'
" Apparently the five executives who sold you the rights to this land are now sacked and executed, the true Lord has taken control of the Barony, he wants us to leave " the Reporter explained.
" Is that so? Amaras " Abraka called out.
" My lord, you requested me? " Amaras, one of the prominent commanders of the Northern Normadic Tribe 'Rav', he stood before Abraka and bowed his head before his Lord!
" It seems this new lord isn't aware of our fighting power, so I want you to head down to the Rutherford Barony, this lands were sold to us by the Executives, whether they are sacked or not, it doesn't matter "
" Give this new Baron a warning, if he doesn't want to get to war against the Rav, he should back down and lick my boots " Abraka commanded.
" My Lord...am I permitted to shed blood? " Amaras questioned with an evil grin plastered on his face, Abraka giggled softly, his legs crossed and his back relaxed on his throne!
" Yes....if needed, spill some bloods, I'm only sparring that little brat's life because of his name, It would be a bad thing to go to war with the Reinhart Family but if he goes beyond the line, I will dice him to pieces "
" You're free to kill anyone who pisses you off " Abraka declared when Amaras nodded, quickly making his way out of the throne room, as commanded...he will be heading towards the Werlock Castle.
Taking the total number of four thousand normadic soldiers!!
[Meanwhile]
" It seems the message has been delivered, those nothern normads will be enraged by the notice I issued them " Kyle voiced out, gently sipped from the cup of coffee he held, a smile appeared on his face.
He is seen sitted before his Dinning Table, devouring his meals.
The door leading into the dining room opened when Ser Tristan walked into the scene, he fell on his knees and bowed his head before Baron Kyle Reinhart, Kyle kept his smile, facing his personal guard.
" Ser Tristan, what are you doing here? as you can see...I'm having my meal right now, is there any problem? " Kyle asked.
" Not at all, but I came here since I was bothered by something, my Lord...I do not want to speak against your actions but I don't think going against the Normads is the right choice for now " Ser Tristan spoke out.
" Hmmmm "
" Are you deliberating on that Necromancer that was reported in that meeting? " Kyle asked, he ate a perfectly sliced meat, enjoying the yummy feeling the meat had when he noticed the gaze of Ser Tristan.
" No, the necromancer is a huge problem but he is one of the main problems, we have the four commanders and the head of the normadic soldiers, they are northeners from the North and they are barbarians "
" I may be strong enough to protect you but I don't think my soldiers and my knights are powerful enough to defeat the entirety of them " Ser Tristan explained, Kyle giggled at the explanation given to him.
" My lord, did I say something funny? " Ser Tristan asked.
" No, not at all, you did not....but to think an excellent four star knight would be worried about his own forces, you are worthy of being a commander, I guess I'm lucky to have you under my control "
" I understand where you are coming from but I don't think it's right for you to underestimate me, do you really think I would just let my people die? " Kyle asked, he sipped from his cup of coffee, still smiling.
" Ummmm " Ser Tristan was speechless.
Kyle took a deep breath when he faced Ser Tristan, his relaxed gaze fell upon Ser Tristan, Ser Tristan staggered back instinctively, the auras released from Kyle was something on a bizzare level.
Its more like he's being surrounded by a very dangerous viper!
" Sorry, forgive me my lord, I was just too worried about your safety, this won't repeat itself again " Ser Tristan pleaded on his knees when Kyle giggled softly, Kyle continued eating calmly, gently cleaning his lips.
" Its all forgiven, you don't have to worry about anything, just be on guard.....and this evening, call all my knights and soldiers together, In other to have the perfect army, I need them to become stronger " Kyle commanded.
" As you wish " Ser Tristan said when he quickly made his way out of the dinning room.
The moment Ser Tristan left the dinning room, Kyle's eyes were squinted, he ate his meat when the entire room was overwhelmed by absolute darkness, clouded shadow covered space itself when a pair of crimson eyes appeared within the shadows.
" Enzerath, you nearly exposed me today "
" Do not try that again if you do not want to be punished " Kyle warned, despite being present before a creature whose existence is mysterious and vile, he showed not a single sign of fear, he couldn't care less.
" My my, did I piss off the master just now? I was only excited being summoned back into reality after millions of years of being sealed away, I'm sorry " a voice was heard from the shadow, it echoed.
Creating a disruptive flow in the air when it took a form.
Materializing itself into an humaniod embodiment, it fell on its knees, bowing it head before Kyle Reinhart but that was just the beginning, out of nothing came forth a creature, a Mystical Level Beast.
Saberath, the Tiger of Carnage!
They were the monstrosity who existed ten million years ago, creatures created by a single entity who was once reverend as the ultimate lifeform, the Invincible God of darkness who was once a human.
Astroth Vermont!
" Enzerath and Saberath, you guys are the only two I was able to release from the seal that binded you, my powers of the old are yet to return but I was given a chance to exact my revenge, I won't miss this opportunity " Kyle voiced out.
" Great Master.....give us the order to wipe out those foolish normads who would dare go against you, have they forgotten what happened to their ancestors when they waged war against you? " Saberath gritted it's teeths.
Growling out loud when Kyle giggled softly.
" That was ten million years ago, I doubt there will still history about the massacre of the normads ordered by me, not even the Vermillion Empire is standing, it's existence has been erased " Kyle said.
" Yes but that's because they made it so, after your disappearance, the new gods took control of everything, fate, life, reality, space and even faith....they ruled humanity with iron hands and cruelty for rebelling "
" But that's until a million years ago when they created a new system of control, faith, humans now worship those bastards above us " Enzerath explained, he gnashed his teeths angrily, Kyle noticed.
" Be calm you two "
" Although the memories of my past grows thin due to the time I spent imprisoned, my conciousness wandered endlessly in the abyss, memories vanished one after the other and I forgot who I was "
" But now I know who I am, while I exist as Kyle Reinhart in this time, I will become stronger, strong enough to destroy those new gods without breaking a sweat, in other to reach that height "
" I need to start from somewhere right? this is why I will be making use of this Barony, thanks to this body, I can properly use both mana and auras at the same time without it becoming imbalance "
" Those barbaric normads will be my first test subjects "