The Master of Uradan

Rohan got out of the city at high speed. He wasn't confident enough to have the ability to flee from an Advanced Warrior, even if he was only a rank 11. That was why he had accepted the plan of Delia as it permitted him to put the greatest distance between the two without this powerful warrior knowing about his escape.

The initial plan was to leave quietly under the carriage with the company of Delia, and slowly disappear in the forest, but the risk was too high for Delia and his family. There was no way Rohan would accept to put his friend in such danger. Thus he had decided to show himself earlier, showing to the guards that Delia was only a hostage.

That wasn't perfect, but from there, it was at Delia's turn to make something believable. Rohan was sure he could do it. Anyway, Delia would talk so much that all the warriors wouldn't want to ask him anything anymore. And although his father was only a viscount, all the noblemen were pretty much behind him.

Because of this, the warrior wouldn't dare to do anything too disproportionate.

His muscles swelled under his leather armor as he ran like the wind, heading straight toward the forest a few hundreds of meters away. It was the one he had taken in the other way after fleeing the battlefield, and also the place where he had met with Delia.

A strange emotion grew in his heart as it spread to his whole body. It was indeed peculiar to take back this path after three years, after living so many different things. He wasn't the rank 2 Beginner Warrior that could only flee anymore, he was now strong enough to trash any Intermediate Warrior.

His direction was east, toward the Duchy of Barnes. Rohan was now far stronger than before, and now, he was confident enough to rejoin his brother as well as his butler. Ho and also his mother. He shouldn't forget about her as well.

In only a couple of minutes, he already reached the forest as he sunk inside, quickly disappearing into the wilderness.

The moment the Advanced Warrior who had especially been sent here after learned that that target had fled, he instantly destroyed the table close to him.

The wizard of the court wanted to find Rohan to avenge his disciple, but after the power wielded by the young man had been shown and reported, the king himself had given the order to capture this boy.

His age wasn't a secret anymore, and several onlookers could swear of what they had seen. Rohan, a young man only a bit older than seventeen years old, was a bona fide Intermediate Warrior.

When the captain had described what happened, a commotion had nearly broken out in the whole kingdom, only to be crushed by the kings and pillars of the country. They locked all information, not daring to let anything slip through their screening.

Firstly they didn't want the Prasthana kingdom to know about it, and most importantly, they didn't want the Empire to catch wind of it. Although they were their vassals, they didn't want anyone to control this man. Either they rope him, or they kill him. No other solution was allowed.

And under this extremely important mission, the Advanced Warrior had miserably failed. He immediately gave the order to the count to gather all the people involved, hoping to explain to his king.

Unfortunately, Rohan had already flown away for several days, and they didn't even know where he was going this time.

Far from Blanche, nearly at the frontier between the kingdom of Prasthana and Daksina, there was a village. The small wooden houses sparsely stood here and there, as the bright sun shining on the peasants gave a peaceful atmosphere.

A young man slowly walked in the middle of the village, confidently headed toward the sole tavern of the place. There was a saber hanging at his waist, rare enough to be pointed. His black hair tied with a purple ribbon swept through the light wind as he advanced with a calm expression.

The villagers couldn't help but raise their heads to look at this man passing through their remote place, exuding a strange aura. He was like a tiger. Beautiful, graceful, but deadly so.

It was almost noon, and a faint burst of voices could already be heard through the building in front of him. Without caring about them, Rohan entered through the entrance.

The moment he stepped in, the sounds disappeared for an instant as the villagers eating their pittance all looked toward him. Rohan stared at the familiar middle-aged man behind the counter and approached him with a faint smile.

Their eyes encountered each other, but before the taverner could welcome his client, Rohan cut him out to ask for a week's worth of food. The man didn't care about the rough demand and quietly left through a door behind him.

As he gathered what the young man had asked him, his hand ceased to move. The appearance of this young man was telling him something, had he already met him somewhere? He smirked at himself as he continued his job, he couldn't remember but it wasn't his problem anyway.

He left the kitchen with a bag full of food and directly posed it against the counter.

"Feel free to take a look. It is the best product I have, and for all of this, I only ask for 3 silver coins."

3 silver coins were quite costly, even if the quantity was for several days, but Rohan wasn't caring about such things.

He didn't even take a look before taking the bag. Without a word, he took out a few coins and threw them on the counter before decisively turning around. The distinct clear noise of three coins hitting the wooden furniture echoed behind him as he quietly left the tavern.

The villagers sitting around their table all followed with their eyes this young man leaving the building.

The middle-aged man looked puzzled at this strange young man leaving like that. What a strange person. He lowered his gaze to take the coins, but before his fingers touched the money, his eyes widened on their own.

There, surrounded by two silver-colored coins, stood proudly a golden one. He nearly fainted as he took away the coins with shaking hands. A gold coin was equal to one hundred silver coins. It was simply a fortune.

He raised his eyes toward the door already closed. The young man had disappeared, and like a ghost, no one knew where he was going. It was only now that the man remembered the face of a young boy, from a few years ago. He also had a purple ribbon tying his hair and was daring enough to ask him for food even though he didn't have any money.

His fist tightened with the coins inside as he suddenly laughed. He couldn't stop it even when the other villagers asked him what happened. That day, he had indeed made the right call to help this young man.

After leaving the village, Rohan took back the road, towards his home.