The Master of Uradan

"Are you not going to disarm me?" Rohan asked calmly as he walked beside the Advanced Warriors.

There were tens of warriors around him. Two of them were Intermediate Warriors while all the others were Beginner Warriors. For such a large group of warriors to be sent here, all the inhabitants were crowded as they looked with apprehension.

"What for? With or without a weapon, you can't beat me anyway, so there's no meaning. Lord Hanshen had especially told me to treat you the best way possible, so you can think you're just accompanying me as a guest, nothing more." The man grinned.

"With a sword ready to cut my legs and with an arrow pointing toward my brother? What a great definition of guest you have."

The man slightly glanced at Rohan from the corner of his eyes. This young man was walking leisurely as if nothing that was happening right now mattered. He gave the impression that everything was under his control, even though there was an Advanced Warrior not even a meter away.

Was he a fool, or was he not afraid of dying?

"If your family is still alive, it is completely because of the orders of the Lord Hanshen, so I think you should thank him for this. Otherwise, they would have been executed a long time ago." He led the group toward the horses they had kept outside the city. He hadn't dared to come inside the city with them as he was afraid it could have alerted his target.

He was confident to catch him, but the Lord had repeatedly told him to be meticulous with the young warrior, as he was quite slippery. This order was even before Rohan had escaped from Blanche, and for this important mission, he had carefully thought about everything.

Even the plan to post someone monitoring anyone coming to ask about the previous butler of Rohan or his family was from Hanshen. This operation could be said to be a great success, and the Advanced Warrior had only followed the steps the Lord had explained. His reverence over this mighty warrior had already reached its peak.

"Why is he searching for me?" It was a point Rohan couldn't understand. Even if he thought that it had something to do with his talent, from the words of this warrior, this lord or whatever had taken this decision when he was only a rank 2 Beginner Warrior. It was just too strange.

Most importantly, if Rohan had decided to take the risk and approach his family in the first place, it was because he found it too strange for his mother to still be a countess. How could he think about the possibility of someone baiting him with such behavior?

It was almost impossible! Being a noble wasn't a joke. They had duties and power and had the right to have some guards as well as form soldiers. Giving such power to someone simply to attract his son, Rohan couldn't fathom what was on their mind.

"You will see when the time will come." The man promptly answered. He couldn't tell this young man that he had no idea, right?

Soon after leaving the city, the large group of warriors met with another small group that was keeping the horses. Without delay, they set off immediately, giving a horse to Rohan. He was surrounded from all sides and the Advanced Warrior was less than a meter away from him by all time. They were obviously scared that Rohan could get away, but he didn't even want to try for it.

Deep in his heart, he thought that if the situation was too catastrophic, he could still teleport away to appear in the middle of the Sect of Averlorn. It would be like jumping away from the sword's slash to appear in front of the spear's trajectory, but it was a sure way to evade death for a short time.

Contrary to what Rohan was thinking, the warriors weren't heading toward Riveras, and after asking the general of the duchy of Barnes what was his direction, he simply answered the capital. This answer made Rohan's blood boil inside his body.

It was in front of the capital that thousands of warriors had been annihilated. It was now three years since this nightmare, and he would cross this place once again.

The large group of almost forty warriors rode on their horses and flew in a straight line toward the capital of the kingdom of Prasthana. The trip took several days, and during this time, all the warriors were treating Rohan as if he was an extraordinary monster. Even the Advanced Warrior always kept the young man in his sight, as if was scared he would simply vanish at any time.

Curiously, the situation was almost funny, and Rohan was amused every time he saw the warriors staring at him, ready to draw their swords at the slight movement. Was he that monstrous?

One day, in the afternoon, the group finally reached the capital.

The scorched earth that Rohan was almost expected to see was nowhere to be seen, and the fields surrounding the huge city were greener than everywhere else. The large forest was still the same, and the tall walls were still the same. Nothing had changed, and Rohan felt uncomfortable seeing this.

This was the place his father died. This was the place his guards all died. But there was not even a mark to show it, and only the soft whispers insulting them of traitors lingered in the country.

The warriors headed toward one of the four entrances of the city and easily bypassed the civilians. The guards quickly got out of the way the moment they saw the warrior's insignia on the general chest, and Rohan was escorted inside.

It was the first Rohan entered inside a capital. It was like any big city, albeit it was larger. The inner parts of the city were cut in two by another wall, surrounding the center. It was where the important and rich people of the kingdom were living, and it was in this direction that Rohan was led.

The door of this second wall wasn't as easy to cross as the first one, and the Advanced Warrior gave a letter to the guard. Rohan was shocked to see that this guard was a rank 3 Beginner Warrior.

Although such a warrior was as weak as an ant compared to him, having such a powerhouse keeping a simple gate said a lot about the importance of this area and the power of the king.

It shouldn't be forgotten that the captain of the city of Blanche, governed by a count, was only a rank 5 Beginner Warrior before being replaced.

At this point, all the other warriors backed down as only the General of Barnes led his prisoner inside. Their horses slowly walked inside this quiet area, their hooves echoing on the clean paved ground.

They were surrounded by tall buildings while a few patrols could be seen here and there. This place was the center of the kingdom, and near the very center, a grandiose tower grew toward the sky.

Rohan instantly recognized it as the wizard's tower, which was far more breathtaking than the short tower inside the duchy of Barnes.

Close to this tower was the king's palace, and further away was a big castle. This austere building made of gray rocks slightly contrasted with the other imposing and refined buildings, but it also gave an impression of power.

Rohan walked forward with a solemn expression as if he was penetrating a dragon's lair.