The Master of Uradan

After nodding at the dazed woman in front of him, and glancing a bit at the man behind her, Rohan left their companies and walked back toward his target.

All the nobles gathered in the room didn't care at all about the food, as it was always the same thing. After all, they were all here in the only goal to approach the ones they should normally not be able to talk to.

All the dishes were cold ones, for the night was only starting and it would continue for a long time. Arriving in front of a table, Rohan picked up what he could find to stuff it inside his mouth.

At least, Delia was right. What he was eating everyday was far from being this good. At the end he was still the son of a count, and he had the habit of eating the better food that his servants prepared just for him.

But since he had arrived in this city of Blanche, all he could eat were normal dishes that he and his master Horim could prepare. Although his master was definitely a better cook than this noble's son as he had lived by himself for a long time, it was still far from being incredible delicacies.

As he was putting a cream puff inside his mouth with a blissful expression, he heard someone calling him.

He turned around, only to see a young miss, probably a bit older than him. He quickly gulped down what he had on his mouth, and with a slightly annoyed expression which would be hard to notice, he asked her what she wanted.

"Hmm." The girl was tense, and with a nervosity showing itself, she began to talk to the warrior in front of her. "I have never seen you before, I am the daughter of baron Karpa, would you mind talking with me for a few moments?"

That was at this moment that Rohan saw the group of young women standing in the back, glancing in their direction while hiding their muffled laugh and obviously judging him.

He knew what this situation was. He had never lived this himself, as his statue was always too high for these playthings.

Even in this large hall, as the son of a count who was also an Intermediate warrior, while he was himself a warrior, his status was only below the one of the count. This one had not even appeared at this moment.

In any case, now that he was in this situation, he didn't feel good at all.

It was an occurrence that could be qualified to be normal, as it happens all the time in these kinds of parties.

A group of nobles, or more potentially children of them, had the habit to target a newcomer, to send the one with the lowest status among them, and judge the reaction of the target.

Of course, this one was aimed at only if his status was supposed to be a lowly one.

And as no one had ever heard of Rohan in this city, everyone probably thought that he was just a commoner who was lucky enough to be powerful.

It was also another thing of the nobles. A nobleman becoming a warrior, even with the help of potions, was respected for it, while a commoner becoming a warrior was only so because of luck or other random things he would have found.

Those thoughts rushed inside the mind of Rohan as he was looking at this pitiful girl. She was only used by these fuckers, but even if she knew it herself, she didn't have the choice but to play with it.

At least, she was in their group.

Now, Rohan didn't know what to do. If he could, he would just walk toward this group and spit on them, but it wasn't really a good idea.

Maybe he should throw his glove on their faces and see what happened? No, he wasn't supposed to be a noble so it will only be seen as a lack of respect from him toward the whole nobility.

"I don't mind talking with you, but I don't really have anything to say, miss Karpa." For now, he could only play along, but if it would go too far, he wouldn't hesitate to show them why all the people of his age avoided him back in his hometown.

"Then…maybe you could say to me who you are." She smiled weakly, aware of the hyenas watching from behind.

Rohan resisted the urge to sigh. It wasn't even a minute but he already wanted to turn around to go back to his important business. The cream puffs were waiting. 'One day, I will have the ability to teleport'.

"I am just a wandering warrior, traveling around the kingdom and seeing different places." The only time he had traveled around was for the war, and the only cities he had personally seen were this one, his house, and the cities he had attacked.

He wasn't really lying though.

"So you are a traveling warrior!" Rohan didn't like the tone she had used. "You don't really have a family then? It is for the best! After all, if you had the chance to become a warrior, these comoners would just use you at the end! What is it like to travel around, with nothing on you?"

The emphasis she had put on the word nothing made Rohan want to rip off her head with a Strengthened Blow.

The pitiful image of the woman standing in front of him disparead in an instant, and the need to slap her appeared in a second. How could he have expected anything else?

These nobles were all the same at the end. She had lived all her life in her mansion, treated like a princess.

Maybe she was even so bored in her house that she hit her servants, or alway go outside to throw away the money earned by her family on pieces of junk.

Of course she probably had her own problem, but she was just a spoiled rotten girl, almost the same kind as all the others Rohan had seen.

But she didn't know what was hell. She didn't know what it was to lose everything, to see a ground of flame devouring flesh and armors, to hear his father launch an absurd charge just for him to have more time to flee.

She didn't know what it was to see his personal guard betraying him and throwing him off a cliff, only to sacrifice his life to save his poor ass. She didn't know what hell was like, but Rohan knew.

And it only made his rage, the rage and the weakness he had felt since this fateful day, boiled in his whole being.

The girl felt that something was amiss and took a step back.

She didn't know what was wrong. After all, the young man in front of her wasn't angry or anything. In fact, his face was so calm that she was sure to have never seen such a placid and composed expression.

But she couldn't help it. Her breath began to accelerate, and she could feel her heart throbbing like a drum in her chest.

A gray veil seemed to envelop the whole vision of Rohan.

He had seen warriors fighting like savage beasts, filling whole areas of blood, guts, limbs in the most terrible smell he had ever experienced. He had fought for his own life, slashing the flesh and bathing himself in the blood of his enemies.

But the rage he was currently feeling, for only a few words, was breaking him apart.

The time seemed to slow down a bit.

It wasn't the first time he had felt this situation, and it occurred a few times during his battle. Actually, he could even say that this effect had saved his life a few times.

But at that moment, he didn't care at all. His eyes were locked onto that girl. Small red dots appeared all around him, floating here and there as if they were always in this place from the beginning. But he didn't care. His blood was heating inside his body, making him feel his internal injuries that haven't fully healed yet. But still, he didn't care.

"Tell me you rotten wench." A deep and powerful voice left his throat, making the girl widening her eyes from shock. "If you are this proud to be the daughter of a poor baron who probably spent his night rapping his maids, then why are you even playing the dog for the bitchs behind you?"

The noise around him stopped suddenly. All the nobles who had heard what Rohan had said turned their stupefied faces toward him.

Delia, who was talking with another person, opened his mouth as he was looking at his young friend. What balls he had!

Elia, still trying to understand if she had really mistaken this Rohan for the son of the count Sharkan, turned her body toward the burst of voice. her glass nearly fell on the floor, only caught in extremis by Matthew, who looked at the scene with a serious expression.

All the nobles and the warriors who had been invited to this night weren't to be trifled, and they were currently all looking at the same zone.

The warriors knew who this young man was, albeit it was only his face, but for all the others, it was a nobody who had insulted the daughter of a baron.

It was such an impossible situation in their head that they all took a time grasping what they had heard, before mocking smiles appeared and stretched on all these faces.

The girl in front of Rohan was just rendered speechless, before her face twisted from the anger she felt. This lowly warrior dared to say what? It didn't take long before the group of women behind her snapped out of their daze.

"You lowly peasant…" one of them, obviously the one with the most prestige, began to walk toward the warrior with a purple ribbon. "How dare you talk to us in that way! Down on your knee, you…"

Rohan turned his expressionless face toward this one. He was feeling strange, as if he was in trance.

He had the impression that all the room was painted in red, the same color as the blood he had seen countless times. A part of his mind screamed inside his head that this wasn't a good situation, but another one, more bestial, wanting nothing but blood, urged him to punch these ants.

All the nobles who had crossed his eyes were left speechless for a small lapse of time. That wasn't the eyes of a commoner who will bow his head to everyone. No. It was the eyes of an emperor, the eyes of a warrior, who will make them bow before him.

All had only a question on their minds at this time, who was this man?

A warrior advanced to put himself in front of the two women standing before the man, looking down on him.

"What do you think you are doing, boy? You think you're so cool to bully some women when you are a rank 3 Beginner Warrior eh? didn't your mother teach you how to act? She was probably only a commoner but still." A naughty smile followed his sentences, as if he found himself to be the most funny man in the world.

In less than a second, Rohan appeared in front of the man. The warriors watching the scene all widened their eyes, and even the captain of the guard standing among the more prestigious guests couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

That speed, that precision, that control, wasn't the ones of a rank 3 warrior.

Following this Charge that was used by the young warrior, his right arm stretched slowly toward the one who was now only a few centimeters from him. It was slow. But also unavoidable.

The man could sense it, something crushing him, as if he was standing in front of a powerful beast. The world seemed to unite with this simple move, making it the most profound gesture the man had seen in his life.

The rank 5 beginner Warrior watching a bit away let out a shout of surprise. He didn't know what it was, but for an unknown reason, this simple looking arm was scaring him, and even his instincts were telling him to not approach this Rohan.

Then, Rohan's hand landed on the shoulder of the man.