2 The Imperfect Ideal

With a slight smile on his face, Evan walked over to Aron's corpse, and took off his long black coat.

"Well, at least something." Evan changed his clothes and looked exactly like the warden.

After Aron had been killed, a huge number of slaves began to run out of the canteen and attack the guards.

Watching this scene, Evan smiled broadly and thought to himself: <AHAHAHA, this world is definitely better than mine. At least for the people here, rules are nothing!>

Shaking off the dust Evan walked out of the already empty room, skirting the lying corpses of the guards.

Evan wanted to get out of this perilous place and head for the nearest town. He needed to figure out where he should go next. But he had one more unfinished business.

...

He walked down a dark corridor, lit only by a pair of dim torches. Evan muttered quietly: "Trevor, this will be the price I pay for occupying your body."

Evan headed toward the head of the prison.

From the memories of the previous owner of the body, Evan learned that the head of the prison was the reason Trevor became a slave. And the reason was insanely idiotic.

The name of the prison`s head was Abigail Whitehead. She turned Trevor into a slave, only because he did not kneel down at the sight of her. Moreover, she killed his entire family. She was an incredibly cruel and selfish woman.

No one could help Trevor. Because Abigail was a noblewoman and her family was very powerful.

Trevor's hometown belonged to her family. And this prison, where she could do as she pleased was Abigail's property, too. Besides being from a noble family, Abigail was also very powerful. Trevor couldn't even get close to her.

Evan despised rules with all his soul. He hated it even more when people obeyed them without question. But to bitches like Abigail, he had no good feelings.

<Trevor, I promise you, pretty soon, she'll be begging for mercy.>

Evan could constantly hear people screaming and the sounds of fighting. He was well aware that right now there was a real riot going on in the prison. After a while, there would be the corpses of guards and prisoners, unlucky enough to survive, lying all over the place.

At that moment, however, he didn't care it at all. Evan climbed the high stairs, heading for the topmost room.

His footsteps grew louder and heavier with each step, and his desire to tear everything apart grew stronger all the time. As he walked, he kept going through Trevor's memories, and the anger was overwhelming him.

...

"Stop! Mistress Abigail is resting, return..."

Bam.

The guard didn't even have time to finish his phrase. Evan simply smashed his head against the wall in one easy motion. Then he walked over to the large wooden door and knocked it out with a sharp kick.

Crack.

Abigail's voice was immediately heard: "What the hell! Who, the hell, are you? Do you have any idea what you're doing?!"

"What a bitch are you!" Evan saw a tall girl, with long, snow-white hair and ocean-like blue eyes.

Right now, she was torturing some slave girl. The girl's body was full of cuts and bruises. Abigail was a real sadist.

Hearing his words, Abigail went to the table, took the scabbard and quickly drew her one-handed sword out of it.

"Hmm, and you're rather pretty, I like your temper. If you swear that you will be my slave for the rest of your life, I won't kill you, so be it." Saying this, Abigail pointed her silver sword at Evan.

"And what happens if I refuse?" Evan grinned and prepared for the battle.

Abigail frowned and said stiffly: "You're about to find out."

Whoosh.

Immediately after her words, there was a flash of bright light on the end of the sword.

Boom.

There was a deafening explosion. A snow-white ray flew from the tip of the sword, blasting the wall behind Evan.

"You're pretty good at dodging. Would you consider my suggestion after all?"

Evan was surprised by this attack. He didn't know at all how this world worked or what the people here were capable of. But thanks to his extensive combat experience, he was able to avoid the attack and not get hurt.

"And that`s all you can do?" Evan grinned, which greatly infuriated Abigail.

The next moment Evan appeared right in front of Abigail, and swung his fist at her.

But, his attack was unsuccessful. The girl skillfully blocked Evan's blow, holding the blade of her sword out in front of her.

A moment later, Abigail swung her sword from top to bottom and inflicted him a terrible wound.

The young man quickly bounced off. Blood flowed steadily from the huge cut on his chest. It seemed that a little more and there wouldn't be a drop left in his body.

"You thought you could beat me, Abigail Whitehead?! My skills are perfect! I am perfect! And you're just a pathetic worm! When I offered you to be my slave, you should have fallen to your knees and started thanking me."

Saying those words, Abigail slowly approached Evan intending to kill him.

<Damn, she's really going to kill me now, if I don't bleed death sooner.> Evan looked at his bloodstained hands and remembered something very important.

Evan didn't know why, but he had completely forgotten who he had been in his past life.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA." Suddenly, Evan started laughing like some crazy person, which really shocked Abigail.

"Have you lost your mind? Why, the fuck, are you laughing?" She couldn`t understand what was going on.

The next moment Evan started doing really crazy things.

With his own blood, he began to draw some strange circle on his body. Abigail didn't know what Evan was doing, but for some reason she felt a strong chill. It was as if death itself had put a scythe to her neck. She decided not to risk and kill Evan as soon as possible.

But just as she swung her sword and was about to cut off his head, Evan shouted loudly: "Sigil of 72nd demon Count Andromalius - activation!"

Whoosh.

The bloody circle on Evan's chest glowed brightly, and a giant snake appeared around his arm.

"Well, it's time to pay your debts, bitch." The snake opened its mouth wide and quickly swallowed the entire sword, along with Abigail's arm.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH." Abigail screamed in pain, and a boundless terror appeared in her eyes and gripped her heart.

"No, stay away from me!" Abigail tried to escape, but her attempt was in vain. The snake grabbed the girl's leg, preventing her from moving.

"You say you`re perfect, but the concept of an ideal is wrong itself and even cannot exist. An ideal implies that there are no disadvantages you, but that`s itself a drawback. Because of that, the whole concept collapses and becomes meaningless. What's more, an ideal can't become better."

Evan took a deep breath and continued: "I'm talking too much..."

Whoosh.

He took one last look at the girl, then the snake devoured Abigail, like some kind of rat.

Having disposed of Abigail, Evan slowly walked over to the slave girl. She was unconscious. Evan gently opened her mouth, and a purple drop of venom from the snake's fang fell directly onto the girl's tongue.

"Duty done." Evan said slowly and the snake disappeared without a trace.

Whoosh.

A small replica of Abigail's silver sword appeared before Evan. The sword flew right into his wide chest wound.

"Huh, there goes my fee." After a few minutes, all the wounds on Evan's body were healed, the blood completely disappeared, and not just from his body, but from his clothes, too.

After the girl swallowed the snake venom, all the bruises and injuries quickly healed. Moreover, Evan felt that she was gradually becoming stronger, much stronger than an average person.

"Well, I guess it's time to go." Evan headed for the exit of the room. As he approached the doorway, he heard the faint voice of the girl who had just woken up.

"Thank... you..."

"You're just lucky, consider it compensation for all your previous suffering, goodbye."

The girl did not know what her savior looked like, for all she could see was his back.