Chapter - (5) - « Next Mission~? Mission From The Battlefield »

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" Hm...Apollyon."

" Yes, my Prince?"

" Is our mission done?"

" Yeah, It looks like it is."

At the bottom of the tallest mountain outside of its cave are Michael and half of his army looking at a massacred of rat-men all piled up like a hill with eyes filled with fear and terror. Of course, the other half is guarding the carriage and patrolling around it.

Looking at them Michael found bite marks and chunks of flesh bitten off by something.

However, what made his eyebrows twitch is some if not most of their blood is driven out of their bodies by something.

Seeing this, Michael used one of his many abilities he retrieved after ascending to a lesser God, telepathic. However, it only works for things that are praying to him or that believes in him.

' Did you guys perhaps slaughter a group of rat-men by a cave?'

Hearing his God, the Head kobold answered with the utmost seriousness.' Yes, we did my God.'

Listening to his subject, Michael just smiles and said in his mind to him.

' Then keep doing what you're doing.'

' Affirmative, my God!'

Coming back to reality, Michael said to a large Giant-like man at 10 feet tall wearing black Viking armor holding an enormous Ax.

" Ragnar, you know what to do."

Nodding, Ragnar waved his hand as all the corpses of the ran-men disappeared into a ring the Viking-looking man wears.

Ragnar is what you would call an inventory holder and a bodyguard for the 4th Prince appointed by his Royal Father. On his pointer finger is a void/space made by a powerful Magus from the Magic Royal Court who is like a kind grandfather to the 4th Prince that will do anything to make him happy. Moreover, the only reason he's the one wearing the ring is because it requires a rank 1 Magus with enough mana to open it and Sigmar is only a Rank 3 acolyte who is considered a once in a myriad Heavenly genius blessed by the old gods.

Of course, all this only implies if some random doesn't die by a truck and get reincarnated in this world by a R.O.B giving them OP wishes.

Furthermore, In Michael's eyes, Sigmar is a young master from those Xuanhua novels with an OP Grandpa.

Shaking his head getting out of his thoughts with a smile, Michael started walking back to the carriage humming a tune.

" Mmm~🎶 Mmm~🎶 Mmm~🎶"

As they walked the soldiers and Apollyon heard a heavenly tune. It was as if the old Gods were singing as they battled for survival against the horde of demonic creatures that came out from the wrap gate. Every soldier felt their fear and stress leave them as they heard their Prince humming.

The sound itself has no bitterness and happiness, This essence of music does not lie in emotions, morality or ideology but in itself, its own form. This music is created based on the unending changes of nature and its beauty lies in its harmony with nature

[Ding~! Lord Michael has acquired {Enhanced Musicianship} & {Music Manipulation}.

Enhanced Musicianship: You now possess enhanced skills in musicianship. You could be in playing an instrument, singing, understanding notes, rhythm, pitch, cues, etc.

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Music Manipulation: You can manipulate and generate music, an art form whose medium is sound and silence. Its common elements are pitch (which governs melody and harmony), rhythm (and its associated concepts tempo, meter, and articulation), dynamics, and the sonic qualities of timbre and texture.

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Hearing the system, Michael raised his eyebrow and thought still humming.' So this system of mine works like the gamer system where if I work hard enough at something I get a skill for it?'

Not hearing the system's voice or seeing the wall of texts, Michael nodded and thought.' System I will take your silence as a yes or a maybe.'

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◇1 Week Later◇

In the course of this one week, all Michael did was stay inside his carriage practicing martial arts and swordsmanship till he got adjusted to his new body and meditate to calm and soothe his mind.

Why is he in the carriage? Because his 'Royal Father' didn't send any new missions. The only thing he got from that old man was a scroll instructing him to stay put and stay safe.

Furthermore, he got a letter from his little sister «Morgana Solomon» the 4th Royal Princess confessing how much she misses her big brother and his lullabies that lets her go to sleep scaring away her nightmares that she gets usually every night.

When he heard his little sister's name his lips twitched at the irony remembering who his real body looks like.

Of course, a person like Michael who takes any upper hand or any advantage he can see. He went out of his carriage every night and fully used his newfound powers making his commander and army loyal to him and only him, soul and all. More than they were already.

Meaning he can plan a coup d'état and take over the Empire or the world for himself and they would not question it and just do it because he said so.

Looking up Michael said with a smile.' Leylin Farlier, I hope I'm making you proud.'

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◇2 Weeks Later◇

After two weeks of practicing and brainwashing a little brown eagle landed from the sky with a scroll in its talons from his 'new big brother' «Arthur Solomon» the Crown Prince instructing him to help out at the Battlefield.

Again his lips twitched at the irony but got over it and moved out with his army to the Battlefield that is only a two-day ride in a carriage.

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◇2 Days Later -- Night time◇

Inside what seems a war tent is Michael sitting on a comfortable fancy black and red chair in front of a handsome male who has short blond hair and green eyes looking over a... strategy war board game with black and white chess pieces scattered around it. He looks to have the height and weight of a standard man in his 20s. He has a beautiful form and appears composed. He wears the standard armor of a knight. The armor parts are silver in color, while the part of the tunic is blue. 

Looking at this knight, Michael thought with a raised eyebrow and twitching lips.' Am I adopted? Or is it one that those animes where even though they're related they look noting alike?'

" Sigmar? Sigmar?! SIGMAR!!!"

Entering back to reality, Michael said looking at his 'new big brother' Arthur with a calm expression." Yes?"

Pointing at the board Arthur said looking at him having a controlled expression." Did you listen to me explaining the plan?"

Nodding, Michael said sitting up and walking by him." Nope. Not one bit."

*Twitch!*

With a twitching eyebrow, Arthur said shaking his head." Honestly..."

Chuckling Michael said moving his chess piece in the forest by the enemies." But I do have a better plan."

Starting at his little brother, Arthur opened his mouth." Let me hear it."

Smirking, Michael went on to say." So it will go like this..."