The Master of Uradan

Rohan sat in front of Delia. It has been two weeks now since had been lying in his damn bed, and this morning, he felt like his body had almost fully healed.

There were still some minor wounds and damages near the muscles, but that wouldn't endanger his life anymore. Furthermore, Rohan had sworn to himself that he wouldn't dare to use this method anymore. He was sure that the next time he would make the red cocoon appear to strengthen his body, he would be teleported to the exact same place in the sect of Averlorn.

There was no way he risked his life over it, but he was still curious about this place. Once he would be stronger, he would go back to this world. He looked at his bag that was on the sofa near him.

Although he had nearly lost his life, he was finally able to get back the countless mana cores. This luck made him grin with pleasure. From then on, he could only become powerful faster and faster, reaching the limit of the Intermediate ranks.

His smile became somewhat stiff at this point. He didn't know how to become an Advanced Warrior, and such protected knowledge had no way to be found in the wilderness. It was the same thing with the wizard's ranks. He was lucky enough to have memorized the second rune, but he didn't have the time to even look at the third one.

Once he would finish drawing the rune, he would have to find a way to increase his rank, as well as find other spells.

"Are you listening to me when I'm talking?" Delia woke him up as he focused back at this young man with a golden robe as shining as the sun. He was watching him with an annoyed expression, as he perfectly knew the young warrior had ignored him.

"Not at all. What were you saying already?" He tilted his face to the side.

Delia couldn't help but think that if this man wasn't lucky enough to have met him, Rohan would currently be beaten up to death by a random pissed-off person.

"Let me tell you." He was massaging his forehead. "It concerns you, so at least listen to a bit. With my father's information, we know that a rank 11 Advanced Warrior had arrived in the territory two days ago. It's obvious he's here for you, but they still believe you are unable to move because of your injuries."

He eyed curiously at Rohan. He secretly rejoiced as he was still listening.

"What it means is that if we play it carefully, you can leave this place undercover without too much of a hassle. Isn't it great? I have a perfect plan, let me tell you about it! First…"

Rohan was seriously listening to Delia. The help this man was providing him was something he couldn't have hoped for. There were also dangerous consequences if the warriors and the count found out that the viscount Noir had participated in his escape.

He was poor, and he wasn't strong enough. There was simply nothing he could do for now to repay this friend of his, but Rohan swore in his heart that he would do anything to help him once he could do so.

He felt warmth spreading in his body as he carefully noted down in his mind all the information Delia was enumerating. The execution of the plan would need to be perfect if he wanted to draw all attention toward him. The risk of Delia and his father being punished was far too high.

The day after this one, Rohan wore the clothes of a common guard with the crest of the Noir's family on his chest. It was a simple leather armor, and the quantity of iron inside was minimal, only protecting his chest and his spine. His black hair was simply tied back, and his purple ribbon gifted by his father was put away.

He had himself put some dirt on his face to hide his jawline and alter his face. He would easily be recognized closer, but no one would try to touch his face anyway.

At the same time, Delia called the previous doctor for him to come to check on 'Rohan' so that the warrior barely hidden outside the mansion wouldn't think about Rohan escaping. To have a perfect performance, Delia, accompanied by a few guards with among them a new one, left the mansion by the main door.

He waited there, talking with his men as he was waiting near his carriage ready to set off at any moment. A short time later, the doctor finally arrived, without expecting anything. As Delia said himself, if he wanted to trick someone, then he would need to trick everyone.

He told him to check on Rohan as he was waiting inside. Delia also explained that he had an important matter so he wouldn't follow him to do his duty. The doctor couldn't expect anything and simply nodded his head before entering the mansion, led by a butler. Not even once did he look at Rohan standing at the side in his perfect disguise.

After the doctor entered through the door, Delia nodded at his guards and climbed up inside the carriage, followed by Rohan. It wasn't often that a guard sat in the same cabin as his master, but it wasn't that rare either. Thus, Delia judged that there shouldn't be any problem.

As he expected, the warrior watching them a distance away, hiding in the shadows given by the corner of a building, didn't suspect anything. He watched carelessly as the carriage slowly left the mansion.

This mission was already boring for a Beginner Warrior like him, he wouldn't be suspicious each time the master Delia was leaving his territory. Plus, the last few days, he had left in his carriage almost every day.

Rohan was sitting in front of Delia as the carriage headed toward the entrance to leave the inner city. Suddenly, Rohan spoke to Delia.

"Tell me Delia, don't you think this carriage isn't comfortable enough?"

"What are you talking about, it is like any other car…" He didn't finish his sentence as he stared at Rohan, who was smiling a strange smile. "I know I have already told you that you have a paralyzed face, but if you could erase this scary smile from your face, I would be feeling better."

"I don't know what you are talking about." His smile grew bigger as his eyes were like a wolf ready to pounce at his victim at any time.

"W-what do you want?" Delia shuddered under this demonic smile.

"Don't worry, it will be really fun, I promise you." Without waiting for an answer, Rohan moved at lightning speed.

He grabbed Delia by the collar with his left hand and unsheathed his saber with his free hand. A faint red light shone on his blade as he slashed behind him. A perfect red light flashed circularly.

With a loud crack, the carriage was cut clean in half as the floor collapsed under their feet. "Holy shit!" Delia blurted unconsciously as he was violently shaken by the carriage being destroyed.

The horse pulling the first half of the wooden carriage continued to run for a short distance as the rear crashed on the paved ground, the wooden part screeching with an atrocious noise. It was only after an intense minute that the driver successfully calmed down his horses.

The whole street was sent into chaos as Rohan jumped effortlessly as he carried the young master Delia as if he was an old rag. The other half of the carriage slid for a short distance on the ground. Fortunately, no one was injured, but Rohan couldn't care less.

Before the other two guards who were following with their horses could do anything, Rohan was already out of the way and rushed toward the door of the city. Delia was still screaming on his shoulder as he was starting for the first time in his life to feel sick from a transport.

"The son of the viscount Noir is my hostage, so don't shoot!" The moment Rohan reached the door, he immediately yelled at the startled guards. Following his burst of voice, he simply activated Charge, and with his leg filled with mighty power, he stomped it on the ground.

Boom!

The clean paved floor of the inner city exploded as the street was in shambles. Rocks flew everywhere as Rohan leaped in the air like an immortal while Delia screamed like a young girl. In less than a second, he was already on the other side of the door and ruthlessly landed. From there, his escape would be easy.

"Thank you, Delia. See you later!" With these words, he let go of a trembling friend as he quickly left the area.. The guards were already coming toward Delia with their swords unsheathed.