Named Legend
Haera followed after Eluard outside the Woodland Bar.
"Wait!"
Eluard turned around, wondering what was this girl up to now.
Haera caught up to him, "You, you're definitely that person's disciple, aren't you?"
Eluard struck a confused look on his face, "Miss, I don't really know what you're talking about. You see, I'm very grateful for your help which I do not know why you did it but I think we should part our ways here now."
"Heavenly Magic Academy.", Haera spoke out those three words, "That person who appeared that day fits the description of the countless legends revolving the academy master of the Heavenly Magic Academy."
"Are legends a viable piece of evidence now? Also, what does this have to do with me anyway?", Eluard asked.
"Everything.", Haera bluntly answered, "When I asked you to come with me, you only asked if I have anything else to say before leaving. I don't think that is how an ignorant person would act."
"If you have nothing to do with that robed person, you should've pestered me about who I am, why was I doing this, and guarded yourself against me in case I would betray you. Instead, you went here without a question as if you have great confidence that I wasn't lying to you."
"Earlier at the bar, I didn't notice any sort of spell protection or a hint of wariness in your body. This proves the fact that you were certain that you would make a fortune there, and that my help arrived at a convenient time when you needed to sell the materials your master handed over you."
"Also, for all the archmages currently living in Aludia, none of them have any disciples who are as young as you which has full mastery of the elemental spell shifting skill."
Eluard was unable to come up with a good excuse against Haera's words, 'Hey, don't tell me I am busted?'
[ The female elf only suspects your identity as a disciple of the Heavenly Magic Academy's academy master ], the system replied.
'Oh, isn't this a bit convenient then?', Eluard planned to use this to his advantage.
Haera smirked after seeing the defeated look on Eluard's face.
"Fine, you win. But we still have to part ways here.", he insisted.
Haera raised her eyebrows, "Is that so? I bet you know the ins and outs of Nirulva City then, Mr. Kai?"
'This woman is getting on my nerves.', he ignored her and walked away instead.
While Eluard was being pestered by the elven beauty as he searched for a suitable place to sleep for the night…
Morning Star Empire.
It was cold and dark in the Imperial Capital. The residents shut their doors and windows tight and turned off any source of light.
Imperial guards patrolled the streets, on the lookout for the safety of the public. If it wasn't for them, one could've mistaken this place as a ghost city.
Opposite the Imperial Palace was a very huge temple with large cemented columns on the outside. The lights around this place were brightly lit unlike the rest of the city.
Armored soldiers stood their ground below. The people in front carried banners with the symbol of a thin five-pointed star shape with glitters on all four diagonal sides.
A man with a staff on his right hand emerged from the temple, carrying a hint of divinity and imposing a strong will upon the people below. His body was glowing like a firefly in the night.
The soldiers gripped their weapons tightly when they saw this person arrive.
"The Otherworld has started their dark and evil actions upon the people of Aludia. It is us, the Creed, to take the fight to them and show them that we, Aludians, aren't people they should mess with!"
"The Morning Star may have already set and darkness have embraced us in this cold night, but worry not, my dear courageous followers! The Morning Star will rise again, and that time, we, the Creed, will eradicate every existence of the Otherworld that lingers on our sacred land!"
"Blessed be the Morning Star!", he raised his staff high in the air, followed by the people below as they cheered in unison, marching out of the Temple's area in synchronous steps.
…
On the other side of the Temple.
Prince Dexter and his father, Emperor Philip, mused at the glorious parade below. They observed from a large open window on top of the Imperial Palace.
"Father, you said that the Creed has found their way to the fabled magic academy near the eastern seaboard.", Prince Dexter asked, "Why are they dividing their forces during these dangerous days?"
Emperor Philip let out a snort, "Dexter, do you think the Creed is doing this for purely good reasons? That ambitious golden-haired fuckboy, as long as he remains to be the Divine Prophet of the Creed, his intentions will never be as sacred compared to the faith he believes in."
Prince Dexter nodded in understanding, albeit holding back his laughter after Emperor Philip said 'golden-haired fuckboy'. After all, there was this particular issue that the Divine Prophet was involved in a harem with prostitues in the capital city.
Dexter wondered how could such a person remain in power despite the accusations they were facing, 'How shameless of a Divine Prophet. If the Morning Star was a human, it would've already obliterated that piece of shit to a pile of dust.'
Unfortunately, a lot of nobles and apostles backed the bastard of a prophet, and the way they handled the news out of the public's reach made it hard to condemn him.
"Let's go. The undead outbreak isn't something easy to handle. Our Imperial Army lost a battalion and are now pushed back to Stoneheist City.", Emperor Philip's grave voice alerted Prince Dexter.
"What about the League and the Knights? Shouldn't they do something about this, father? If they leave the outbreak be, the Morning Star Empire won't be the only thing to worry about.", Prince Dexter worried.
"The League has been following the Creed in the search of the Heavenly Magic Academy. The old fools won't also make a move unless a demonic creature appears in front of their eyes. As for the Knights, the Herald of the Dragons is on his way here."
Emperor Philip walked out of the room, leaving his son alone to ponder.
"They sent a named legend from the Luchador Family? If that is true, then this outbreak might be a low-level threat then, father."
…
"Gragh! Urk!", an undead human shouted before being slashed in the stomach by a plated armored man.
It wriggled in pain as radiant light emerged from the cut. The undead cried, unwilling to let go of its short-spanned life.
The man calmly observed the dark cloud diffusing out of the human's decayed body. It slowly regained its vitality with the help of the radiant light.
"What foul demonic method is this. Corrupting the mind of a sentient being while still retaining its power before they were consumed by the darkness.", his mature old voice echoed.
The human whimpered, groaning and holding his head in pain.
Seeing the aftermath, the man sighed in relief.
He grabbed his greatsword and caressed it with his calloused big hands.
"I was worried for a second that my divinity wouldn't work here. The demonic aura is still afraid of the divine power, no matter the situation."
The sharp edges of the great sword gleamed in coldness under the moonlight. The earth below his feet suddenly trembled in distress.
"It seems like I won't be at home for a while."
He tightened the grip on his greatsword and gathered his chivalric will into his entire body. Red flames engulfed his massive figure, heating the nearby surroundings and burning the grasses and trees into ashes.
The person in front of him regained his original consciousness and witnessed a marvelous sight of a human transforming into a draconic being.
He wetted his pants, "Ah! Who-who are you?! A-are you here to-to-to kill m-me?!"
The silhouette of a four-horned draconic being terrified him.
The engulfing flames suddenly blew away in all directions. The previous human-like hands were now filled with scales and claws like that of a dragon.
"Kill you? Hehehe…", its cold draconic voice shook the human to its core, "Don't worry, little human. I'm not here to kill your puny life. Instead…"
A polar war bear landed a few meters on the ground beside the draconic being. It then savagely roared, assaulting his ears furiously.
"You're so loud…", it stepped upon a pile of mysterious metal armor scattered on the ground, "I wonder if you would be that noisy if I tear your throat apart!"
The draconic being quickly slashed the huge greatsword that the polar war bear was unable to react on time.
A thin line of cut suddenly emerged perfectly on the middle part of its body.
"If I wasn't here to purge the demonic aura from undead beings like you, I would've sliced you into two instead.", the draconic being patted the dust off its scaly body.
"Roar!", the polar war bear roared again, but this time, it was in pain.
The radiant light that emerged from the cut burned the darkness that corrupted the polar war bear.
After a moment of screaming that almost deafened the human crouching in fear from the distance, the polar war bear wriggly moved around before fainting.
The draconic being snorted, puffing out smoke from its elongated nose. Its eyes widened in surprise.
"Hmm?", he turned around and faced the east, "Arahon Agui. The blood of the infernal dragon in my body is becoming restless."
"Don't tell me someone managed to form a pact with that unruly dragon lord?"