The Master of Uradan

Even though he was feeling drowsy, Rohan still heard the man behind charging with loud steps.

He gritted his teeth as he controlled the rest of his mana. He stepped to his right with great effort before swinging with his saber, using the momentum for his weapon to flash with red light in a grand arc.

A red mana blade tore the air and instantly appeared before the Intermediate Warrior. His face fell instantly as one of the weaker warriors on the side blurted under this huge surprise. "Intermediate rank!"

The rank 6 Intermediate waved his sword as he used Enchantment to cover the blade with a faint white layer of mana. Jis sword met the blade while sweat broke out from his forehead. He was forced to take several steps back, but the worst was that his Enchantment broke under the blow.

A dent followed by a crack appeared on his sword before the mana blade vanished there. If he wasn't quick enough to reinforce his sword with his mana, he would probably be cut in two at this moment.

He stared with dread at the young man slowly walking away. All their information was wrong, completely wrong. This monster wasn't a weak rank 3 Beginner Warrior like they all believed he was, but he was an Intermediate Warrior!

How young was he? The warrior could only watch the boy going away as he shuddered under a thought. If this young lad wasn't injured, would he still be alive right now?

While he was walking toward the Noir's mansion, Rohan thought hard about what had happened. For a reason he couldn't understand, the red threads had the power to teleport him to another world.

In this world, the people looked like humans but were actually far from being ones. The image of the disciple transforming into a demon was enough to make Rohan shudder. What was curious was that those demons kept the same appearance as a human.

Rohan's mind wandered toward the Kolmos mountain. The first time he had reached the Uradan world as this elder called it, it was after reaching the core of the mountain.

Was it because of the red dome made of countless threads? Rohan didn't know, but he remembered that after coming back and finding himself inside the dome, there was nothing around him. The interior of the dome was empty.

While Rohan was slowly closing the distance with the mansion, a warrior was following him tens of meters away. His captain had ordered him to follow Rohan Sharkan and to never, under any circumstances, lose his target.

But after the young man had shown off his power, the warrior was quite scared for his life. He was doing his best to hide behind all obstacles he could along the way, not knowing that Rohan was too badly beaten up to care about anything.

After an unknown amount of time that seemed like an eternity, Rohan finally sighed as he stood in front of the mansion. He walked at a snail's pace toward the entrance where two guards were eyeing him curiously. Seeing this bloody man walking in their direction, the two men glanced at each other before one of them advanced with his hand on his handle.

"What you want? This is the mansion of the viscount Noir, not a place for you."

"Tell Delia that Rohan is here. And if you could run to do it that would be great as well."

"Eh? You think I'll bother the young master for an unknown…"

"Wait!" The second guard moved forward. "I already saw his face, he is a friend of the young master."

He looked curiously at the bloody man. Was there a beast in the city or something?

"Follow me, I'll tell the young master. I know you two are friends." He decided to bring the young man. After all, he had seen this man and his young master quite a few times together already. It was enough to know his young master would care.

A few minutes later, a cup of tea fell on the floor, spilling the clear liquid everywhere.

"What the hell happened?" Delia was alarmed as he saw Rohan in such a state. Did the warriors already find him?

"A band of demons had surrounded me and I judiciously chose to mutilate myself to get out of there. Can you help me now?"

Those words instantly made Delia snap back as he stood up.

"You, bring him to an empty room. You, quickly search for a doctor. I don't care how much he wants to be paid but he has to move his ass in less than ten minutes!" His rare smileless face took over as he gave his orders to his men.

""Yes, young master!"" The guard and the butler answered in unison as they took their leave, one rushing out of the mansion while the other bringing Rohan upstairs.

A few minutes later, Rohan was lying on a bed, waiting for a doctor. The pain was so terrible that he almost wanted to knock his head against the wall.

"Have the warriors found out about you?" Delia carefully asked as he was standing near the door. If they indeed have, he would have no choice but to see his father right away.

"Maybe?" Rohan had momentarily forgotten about his encounter with a warrior on his way here. The memory of a man trying to stop him slowly surged in his mind.

"What?" Delia yelled as he looked at Rohan. "How can you say maybe? The situation is bad. How did you get out of them? I knew a rank 6 Intermediate was strong enough to put you in such a state. Damn, they will maybe come here at any time. I'll have to talk to my father. But what…"

"I don't think it's that much of a problem. Just bring some potions to heal me so I can stand. I have the impression of being injured too often these days."

"Not much of a problem? Sleep and wait for the doctor. I'll see what I can do." Delia's lips twitched as he heard his lack of interest. He left the room and headed toward his father's office. It already exceeded what he could do, and this by several times.

The moment he reached the room, what he heard made his scalp go numb. There, the personal butler of his father was talking inside the office, his voice escaping through the door.

"Master Noir, a warrior is wanting to see you. He is the newly appointed captain, the rank 6 Intermediate Warrior."

"What does he want?" His father sounded perplexed as there was no reason for this warrior to come here. He didn't know that Rohan had come back yesterday since Delia didn't tell him, and in general, he didn't care about what his son was doing.

"He said it was important, but he didn't explain anything to me, master."

The door opened as Delia's father left his office with his sober clothes. "Then let's go see what he wants, it's not like I can openly refuse him."

*cough*

"Father? I might have a slight idea why he wants to see you.." Delia said with a crisp smile as he appeared in front of his father.