Chapter 2

It came out that they were part of some religious, fanatic nation and even Satoru could tell that if he let them go, they would report him.

He didn't want to have some nation hunting him down, so he used his Despair Aura to finish them off and disposed of the bodies with a fire spell.

He felt nothing for what he had done. After all, they tried to kill him too. It would be days after this event that he finally understood the mechanic of his Emotional Suppression.

After that first disastrous encounter, he began to wear gear to hide his undead nature, since it seemed to trigger aggressive acts from the majority of beings.

He explored the lands of the so called Re-Estize Kingdom for the next two weeks until he reached the capital.

He planned to stay there for some days and gather information. Maybe he could get some cash by opening a magic items shop.

After all, he could enchant items. Not to high levels, but from what he saw, he should be able to satisfy any customer.

He was finally stabilizing himself after days of doubts and hesitations when he met the diabolic smiling girl, now diabolic smiling princess. She bumped into him.

They spoke for a while and seeing how he made her almost cry, he tried to compliment her and made her smile. He should never have done that.

The smile she gave him was one that would have haunted him in his dreams for years. It was a lucky thing he couldn't sleep.

From there, she had been named diabolic smiling girl and after the revelation diabolic smiling princess.

And now he was lost once more as he was escorted through the castle to meet the king. It was in moments like this, that his Emotional Suppression could be considered a blessing.

The guards stopped him behind the doors that led to the throne room and asked him to wait there while they entered with the princess.

He waited there for a few minutes before he was instructed to enter.

He walked through the double doors and entered the throne room. It was nothing compared to the one in Nazarick, but that was to be expected.

Awaiting him there was a man whose hair was turninggrey, seated on a throne. Next to him, there was a man around Satoru's age wearing armor and other figures he imagined were nobles, judging by their clothes.

He tried not to show weakness or fear as he walked toward the center of the room.

"Greetings, your majesty, I am Satoru, a traveling magic caster." Satoru introduced himself, respectfully bowing his head.

"Tsk, stupid commoner. Didn't even kneel, and worse yet, did so without removing that stupid mask."

Thanks to his enhanced hearing, Satoru heard the comment of the man seated next to the king. He seemed to be around 18 years old and had blonde hair.

"Sir Satoru, I'm Rampossa III, King of the Re-Estize Kingdom. I heard from my daughter how you heroically saved her from a criminal. Such noble action is surely befitting of praise and a reward." The king made his statement with a faint smile as he looked at Satoru.

'Is he amused by me?' Satoru thought.

"Surely, you jest, your majesty. That was no noble action. It was just the right thing to do in that situation. I don't need a reward."

'Just leave me alone already…' He thought desperately. The young, blond man scowled at him.

"Ah, I must insist. Your words show me that you have a kind soul. Still, to be at ease with myself, I must reward someone as devoted to others' safety as you." The king insisted.

It would be rude to refuse once more, so Satoru just tried to get the best result from it.

"If his majesty says so, I must accept your kind offer. I came to this city to open a new shop where I will sell magic items and enchant items for any man who may need them. I was looking for a place to set up my business. Could his majesty provide such a location for me? It does not have to be a great site, just a small place to begin with."

The king nodded and whispered something to the armored man beside him, who nodded.

"It shall be granted. Before you leave us, I am curious to know what kind of magic caster you are, Sir Satoru." The king asked, narrowing his eyes on him.

"I am an arcane magic caster of the fifth tier." As he said those words, the room erupted into whispers and some shouts.

The fifth tier was the tier of the thirteen heroes, the pinnacle of humanity. The blond man next to the king rose from his seat, instantly becoming enraged at the magic caster's bold deception.

"To lie so shamelessly in front of the king! It is grounds for execution, you commoner!" Satoru didn't respond.

He simply vanished and appeared in front of the young man, scaring him, before reappearing in his former location.

The room was stunned into silence, before a man advanced a few meters toward Satoru and then turned to the king bowing.

"I am the guild master of the Magician Guild. This man speaks the truth. What he just used was the 5th tier spell [Teleportation]. To use it without incantations and with such speed, I must say, he has truly mastered the art." The king nodded in acknowledgment.

"Can you remove your mask and tell us where you are from, Sir Satoru. The Empire, perhaps?" The king asked, narrowing his eyes on him once more.

"Ah, I must kindly refuse to remove my mask. You see, your majesty, one of my order's laws is that once we receive our enchanted masks, we shall never remove them. If we do, we shall be forbidden from using magic ever again. The land I come from is a far away land to the east. When I left, it was being torn apart by a civil war. I don't even know if it exists anymore."

"Very well. The Warrior Captain will show you the way to your new shop, Sir Satoru." The king said, nodding towards the armored man around Satoru's age.

The voice of the Magician Guild's guild master suddenly called out: "Please wait a moment, sir! We can offer you an honorary position in the council of the Magician Guild! A caster of your caliber would surely be welcomed in the Guild!"

"I'm sorry, sir, but I must decline. I prefer to conduct my studies and business alone. And besides, I am only 27. I would like to see more of the world before settling down and teaching, but if you are in need of my service, you can come to my shop." As he said those words, the guild master gasped in shock.

"Only 27… and capable of such magic…" He muttered in disbelief.

{Renner's room}

{Renner's P.O.V.}

"Good night, princess."

Said the maid as she closed the door.

"Good night."

Answered Renner. As soon as the sound of the maid's steps couldn't be heard anymore, Renner jumped down from her bed.

She was enthusiastic about this day and surely couldn't go to sleep so easily.

She brought her tiny hand to the top of her head where Satoru rubbed her. A smile appeared on her face.

The warm sensation in her chest already faded by the time she went to bed, but now that she thought back about those moments in the alley, a little ember reignited within her.

'I want more. I need more.' Renner thought, the sensation she craved so much. The sensation only hecould give to her.

'Yes, it shall be so', she decided.

In her room that night, she swore she would make Satoru hers, no matter the cost. That beautiful warmth shall be hers.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She smiled the same way she did when Satoru asked her to.

"Yes, I will smile. I will only smile. This smile, though, is only for you Satoru…"

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