A millennium had passed, and everything had lost its meaning in his eyes. Many heroes emerged from generation to generation, but he stood the test of time. That was his life, waiting for someone to come along and defeat him, but no one did. Nobody dared. Nobody tried. How can he allow this to happen? With the aid of his magic, he rose from his throne and set out into another world in search of excitement and, perhaps, a worthwhile adventure. What would happen if this last boss decided to venture into the human world for fun? PS: This novel has joined Fantasy Carnival
Ezio gave Isaiah a look before he leaned back and did not call the man once again. He could only lean on the carriage division with his eyes closed while they waited for Isaiah to finish talking with the leader of the town. He already had an idea what they were going to talk about but he was still in a bad mood because of what happened last night.
Although he seemed fine, the wounds on his body haven't healed yet. He could still feel them throbbing pain every now and then. He frowned because he did not want to stay any longer in that town after his experience with that serpent-woman, all he wanted to do was leave and return to the manor.
He thought to himself that they could just report what happened and let the duke handle it but by the looks of it, Isaiah intends to help them. Ezio sighed and shook his head as he looked up at the ceiling of the carriage. One of the sentinels then came and softly knocked on the carriage door.