Sir Greymore of Salvan

Resting his head upon his knuckles, ignoring the glaring eyes of the young trickster. He stared at his book, 'Tales of The Phantoms, written by Lrn Arffm,' Lord Zireael fell ingress into his world.

Snatching his book away, Aurellia tossed it out the window of their moving carriage without a second thought. Opening his mouth wide, Zireael could not believe what he just saw. Turning to Talia, who turned the other way, he reached for his sword.

"Lord Zireael, please, and Aurelia, no lunch for you!" reprimanded Innis watching the young trickster's face pale.

Smirking towards the girl, he waved his finger, causing the same book to reappear within his hands. snatching it away once more, Zireael barked, "What do you want?!"

"What is Dumb Dumbs realm?"

Gathering the attention of everyone, Zireael scrunched his brow, "My realm? Why so curious? Are you still mad I kicked your ass all this week?"

Clenching her teeth, Aurelia forcefully agreed, "Aurelia has not been able to best you. You are Aurelia's age yet; Aurelia cannot beat you up!"

"First off, stop speaking in the third person. Secondly, I am Zireael Blackwater, one of the greatest geniuses of all time. None can compare to me." Zireael bragged, flicking his bangs from his eyes in style.

Getting three eye rolls from the three different women within the carriage, Lord Zireael suddenly began to frown. Noticing the carriage coming to a halt, two knocks rang upon his door.

"By Order of The Imperial Knights, disembark at once!"

Pushing the carriage door open, Talia stormed out. "What is the meaning of this? Duke Blackwater is currently inside. Who is in charge." Said Talia in a commanding tone.

Peering from out his carriage towards the large wall in the distance. Zireael marked over twenty armed men with their bows nocked and another ten knights surrounding his carriage with weapons drawn.

"Princess Talia?" A charismatic voice called out, "So this is where you were hiding?"

Stepping from outside the encirclement stood a giant of a man with short jet black hair that reached to his ears. His entire body was plated with golden armor radiating a crimson hue.

"Sir Greymore of Salvan, why are you here?" Asked Talia solemnly.

"The white raven!" Innis muttered in shock, drawing the attention of her lord. Arching his lips, Zireael left the carriage, shooting Innis a glance to protect the Lady Morningstar.

"Stand aside, princess," said Sir Greymore, "I am here for Duke Blackwater."

Stepping down his carriage Lord Zireael glanced upon the large halbert upon Sir Greymore back and the longsword upon his waist.

"I take it this is not a friendly meeting." Said Zireael, patiently taking his time to approach.

"Duke Blackwater by order of an Imperial Magistrate, you have been found guilty for aiding a known criminal, Eachann. There is clear evidence found upon his person that you gifted him a knightship without permission by the crown or courts."

"Ok"

"Do you surrender?" asked Sir Greymore, a little unsettled by the indifference portrayed upon the silver child.

"Nope, but please, I would love to see what the White Raven is capable of." Zireael urged, beckoning with his arms.

"This is nonsense!" Said Talia, "Does the king or vincent know of this foolishness? Do any of you understand what you are doing?"

Drawing the large Onix halbert from his back, Sir Greymore slapped the bud of his halbert against the ground, creating a heavy shockwave blasting a massive gust of dust and filth into the air. However, as if there was an invisible sphere around Zireael and his carriage, nothing seemed to fall upon his body.

Drawing his longsword with his left hand Snow white Arcana began to rise from his flesh, similar to a flame bringing an unnatural pressure upon the battlefield.

"Talia, I thought I told you to kill Eachann?" Asked Zireael with an indifferent grin drawing the sword upon his back. "Now, this kingdom is about to lose a first stage, Arcane Master."

"Lord, please h..."

"Lord Zireael, allow me to handle Sir Greymore," Innis suddenly declared, holding the arm of Aurelia. Her body pulsing with the same amount of Arcana.

Drawing her bronze dagger from her tunic, a frightening amount of killing intent swallowed the battlefield. Staring up at the stranger holding her hands, Aurelia shivered, seeing the crimson light within her master's eyes.

"That dagger... you're... impossible! Shouted Sir Greymore taking a large step back, "How are you like this? Answer me, Innis!"

"Fine, Talia, kill everyone around the battlefield, and I will think of your punishment for not killing Eachann," Zireael commanded, taking Aurelia back into the carriage without care.

Covered in sweat, Sir Greymore took a deep stance glaring towards the demon that was once feared within the realm of Master.

Pushing a Dark shady arcana around her body, Innis's body suddenly blitz vanishing from sight. Shooting her daggers from beneath Sir Greymore. The shadow of his sword parried her cold attack while the halbert within his other arm tore through the air in one fluid motion.

"Die!"

Sir Greymore roared, crashing his halbert into the pavement, shattering the ground, meeting nothing but dirt. Not releasing the tension within his muscles, the Arcana around Sir Greymore began to bend around him.

Appearing a few meters away, a drop of crimson fell from the tip of Innis's dagger upon the dusty ground.

"It seems the Snake of Shadows has returned." Said Sir Greymore as blood began to run from his waist. "who would imagine the woman who trained me so many moons ago would be the one I am forced to cut down.

Stopping the blood flow, Sir Greymore Arcana exploded into a wild, untamed aura that covered Valmor. Taking a step forward, Greymore bade, and halbert twisted into a terrifying storm that decimated the narrow street of Valmor.

Twisting like a snake in the sea of the storm, Innis's expression remained cold and focused as her body suddenly vanished once more.

"Shadow Slash." She muttered from the shadows

However, Sir Greymore was ready. Twisting both his arms and legs, a large whirlwind ripped the very clouds covering the Azure skies apart. Turning everything within a five-meter radius to dust.

Leaping out of the whirlwind, tearing the street of Valmor apart, a vicious gash appeared on Innis's shoulder, "You have grown weak, Innis. Your age might have returned, but your battle prowess has fallen. Were you at your peak; then this battle would have long ended. "

Nodding in agreement from inside his carriage, The Lady Morningstar stared in amazement at her master. She had battle every day with her but never understood how powerful she was till this day.

"She will definitely die, but I guess the fun is over. " Zireael commented, "Governor Cor is here."