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
Lindon sat in a daze inside the drawing room. He had been in that state for a while now even after Cygnus retracted his oppressive aura. He couldn't believe that the person who had been living in his uncle's estate was not really his cousin.
He looked at the other man, who was changing his clothes, one more look before he sighed in dismay. All his plans has been thwarted and now he was forced to serve this unknown man. He could feel the disgust brimming in his heart and the hatred that was bubbling frim his inside.
He even wondered if General Linius and Duke Ulysses knew about the man. The word 'contract' also made him frown. Questions like, 'who made a contract with the man?' and 'what kind of contract was it?', were running around his mind.