The Master of Uradan

The viscount Noir, followed by his son, stopped in front of a room. The main butler of the mansion was standing near the door, and after his master gave him the order, he opened the door.

The instant they entered the room, a middle-aged man stood up from the sofa. He had been waiting for them and saluted the viscount and his son with a polite bow.

The expression of the duo of father and son on their faces fell in front of this man. The captain of the city of Blanche, a rank 6 Intermediate Warrior, had his right arm missing.

"Captain Mengua, I hope I didn't let you wait too much." The viscount took back his spirit before presenting his son. "This is Delia, my son. I think I know why you are here, so let's enter the core of the subject if you want."

"Of course! Actually, I would like to invite the warrior Rohan on behalf of the count of Blanche. I think he is already injured so it is not the moment to bother him. That is why I am here now, for you viscount Noir, and for young master Noir, to inform the warrior Rohan once he would have recovered." The warrior calmly explained with a polite smile.

Delia glanced at his father as he felt lost. Wasn't they trying to capture Rohan after injuring him so much? Why would they wait for him to recover?

"Captain Mengua, what happened to your arm?" The viscount asked carefully. He was starting to feel as lost as his son.

"N-nothing, it was just my bad luck after encountering the mighty warrior Rohan on his way. It was my punition for trying to bother him while he was in such a state." Seeing this powerful man awkwardly waving his hand in front of him while praising Rohan, the viscount Noir frowned.

"Captain, I will ask maybe a daring question, but have you not injured Rohan?" He took the cup of tea served by his Butler as he hid his urge to smack his son.

"No!" Mengua straightened his back as he answered directly. "I or my men would never dare to injure this man, even thinking of such a thing is preposterous, viscount Noir!" What a joke, the power this young was wielding was far above his own. All his plans of capturing this Rohan were decisively thrown away until a more powerful warrior could come here.

And that was the goal of the invitation. That way the young warrior would take his time and wouldn't want to flee while Mengua would be waiting for reinforcement to arrive. He secretly congratulated himself on this great idea.

The three of them continued to exchange some pleasantries for a few more minutes before the captain decided to take his leave.

After the middle-aged man exited the room, guided by the butler, the smile on the viscount's face vanished.

"They have been searching for Rohan for several months now, why are they backing down this easily?" He muttered as Delia was also pondering on what could lead to those circumstances.

The situation was a bit strange, but he couldn't find any answer for now. He left the room with the company of his son and found Delia's butler waiting there.

"How is he?" Delia hastily asked.

"The doctor had already checked on the warrior, young master. He is currently waiting for you in your waiting room. Master, would you want to go too?" The last sentence was directed to the viscount, but he refused as he had other things to do. He didn't want to be affected by any schemes targeting him or Rohan.

Since the kingdom had posted a warrant against Rohan, he wouldn't do anything if the captain wanted to capture him. All he could play was on the warrior's injuries to give him some time to recover, but since the count and the captain didn't seem to care that much for a reason, he could only try to understand what would be their next move.

Delia followed his butler and after entering his room, he quickly welcomed the doctor. He was an old man, and curiously, he seemed to be agitated.

"Young master Delia, about your friend. Could you tell me what happened to him?" After the trivial courtesy, he directly asked what was on his mind.

"Unfortunately, I do not know. Didn't Rohan tell you anything about it? All I know is that he was bleeding from everywhere and that he had difficulties walking. I also believed…"

"I have already checked him, young master, but he was unfortunately already unconscious after I entered the room. But honestly, it isn't something that can be found every day! I have never seen such injuries in my life."

"What do you mean? Is it that serious?"

"No. I believe he would be able to heal by himself actually, and if he was able to drink a weak recovery potion, he would be on his legs in no time! The surprising part is that the wounds didn't seem to come from an external means but his own body. I advanced myself a bit, but it is as if his body was welcoming an evolution but was too weak to fully incorporate it."

His eyes were shining as if he was talking about a great discovery. He was eager to study the body of this man, but he knew it wasn't possible. Even more when the butler didn't want to leave him alone.

"Well, I guess we would only be able to know the truth once he woke up. I'll give him a few potions if you think it is enough. Although it is quite costly, I still have some of them in my personal belongings." Delia was quite relaxed after learning everything was good.

Rohan would be able to recover whatever happened to him, and the captain was acting like a puppy revering his master Rohan. Although it was extremely bizarre, at least there shouldn't be an issue for the next few days.

After a few minutes, the doctor was finally dismissed, and after saying he would come back in a short time to check on his patient once again, he rapidly left.

The question about his pay was easily solved. Delia wasn't poor at all, and he was far from being stingy as well.

The days passed one after another. Rohan was lying every day on his bed while waiting to fully recover. He was forced to put a stop to any meditation as he didn't want to play with his life.

With Delia's generosity, he had been able to drink a couple of weak recovery potions, easing his pain a lot. Now, he didn't insult everyone after waking up, which was pretty good news.

About the invitation from the captain of the warriors, Rohan didn't care at all. There was no way for him to accept it, and the moment he would be judged to have fully recovered, he would leave this city.

He wasn't a fool. Since the wizard of the court, one of the strongest people of the kingdom, wanted to find him to explain the murder of his disciple, he wouldn't throw himself in the wolf's den.

Rohan could tell this wizard that it wasn't his problem if his disciple was a rotten person joining forces with a group of bandits, but it probably wouldn't save his life anyway.