[Refund]

The sky was bright blue, without a cloud in sight. The sun was shining high overhead, casting a warm glow over the landscape.

The trees, still soaked from the previous night's downpour, sparkled like diamonds in the morning light.

The air was fresh and clean, freshly washed by the storm, and the scent of wet earth and leaves filled the air.

The grass was vibrant green and the flowers, revived by the rain, bloomed in all the colors of the rainbow.

The world seemed to have been reset, refreshed by the purifying powers of the storm. Birds sang sweet melodies from the branches and their voices echoed in the stillness. The atmosphere was peaceful, serene, and full of life.

As the sun continued its ascent, the landscape was transformed into a beautiful spectacle.

The dew-covered spider webs glistened with an unnatural glow and the leaves glittered like precious stones.

The world was alive and vibrant, full of colors and sounds that filled the senses. The warm breeze carried the sweet scent of flowers in bloom and the earthy smell of damp earth, creating a symphony of fragrances that filled the air.

The news had traveled far in a single night. Already the word was spreading in the noble circle, about the alleged plot directed at the Prince.

It could be due to mismanagement or planted thorns, but the cards were already on the table. It became a topic of discussion among esteemed personalities.

Some analyzed it and others took it as a leisurely conversation. But each was a haughty figure, who did not consider the other as comparable.

Despite these different reactions, there was one particular one. On a large plot of land that contained a magnificent mansion. A coat of arms that denoted prestige at the entrance...

Its interior is surrounded by different bushes and extremely well-kept plants. A man was standing nervously.

Although he did not show it, it was palpable in his small gestures. His hand occasionally trembled, his foot did not stay still and his expression was strained.

But even with all these points, an inner confidence burned like an insecure candle. He tried to keep his composure, with a slight smile.

"If you seek to end the show, you must come to me." Said the man surveying his vicinity.

Despite there being no figure present, with a sickly confidence he continued.

"I guess I have moved badly... The political scene is complicated, as a woman." He said with a dry chuckle.

At his words, another figure appeared. A large, bald, corporeal figure, he looked to the horizon with doubt and anticipation.

"Mr. David, remember the guidelines. Don't plan to die in debt. The bald man with beard said, trying to lighten the mood.

'Dying?.... The humble are rather stupid, overestimating their state.' David thought warily.

David Avens, the patriarch of one of the great noble families. His despair was caused by the news that had been circulating recently.

He had been the perpetrator, who managed to adulterate Federick's precious daily elements. The poison, characteristic of his family for generations?

He had done exhaustive research beforehand, but the variables existed. His surprise was as palpable as his despair... He feared for his future.

Despite holding a haughty position, he would easily be thrown to the dogs. The world was a huge place, the noble history vast.

He valued his ability but logically recognized the reality. The capacity of the Royal Family existed on another plane of virtue.

All that was left for him was to accept reality with a bitter smile and criticize its naivety. He looked at the large family crest at the entrance with suspicion, biting his lips slightly.

At that moment, an unnatural wind picked up. A breeze that made the grasses dance, skinning different bushes.

In an instant, a huge figure stood with dignity in front of him. A distance of tens of meters, but he felt its breath upon him.

The sentence had come...

With the improper entrance of the newcomer, the gate fell next to the family crest. Gathering dust, it lay as nothing on the ground.

"You are quite considerate, waiting for me with a feast. Excuse me... I only brought the wine. The figure vociferated as he looked at the four individuals.

David had no need to mediate words, observing the disheveled appearance of his opponent, who was hanging a bag of wine on his waist.

With a wave of his hand, two figures rushed to their goal. Being the cause of a big smile on the opponent, who was a bald giant, with a large dirty beard.

Who with a movement of his palm, managed to destabilize the two figures.

"You know, I don't like men for you to bring such a handsome one." Said the giant looking at the bearded bald man.

David was left speechless by the strange egocentrism, but more so by the clear difference in strength. He had easily destabilized his forces...

"Who are you!?". David screamed with doubt and desperation, watching his opponent play with his strength with one arm.

"Your worst nightmare". He responded with a long laugh, while with one hand he drank wine and with the other he countered his two opponents.

"I retract... I am ancient." He said with a smile while making a bloody mess.

Two men, united in life, endured the same horrible death...

"I don't like blood. It doesn't let me enjoy my wine." He said with repudiation.

David couldn't find a reason, the shock his being. It was not because of the death of two wise men, but because of their words: "Ancient."

But before he could continue his train of thought, he heard a loud crash behind him.

The other individual who was hiding had fallen from his position; I no longer had a backbone.

"You've heard the sentence. Any ultimatums to say?" Said the giant.

"Who has enough authority to move you?" David asked ruefully.

"You have done wrong." Said another figure.

His breath shallow.

The zero presence

Behind David's back stood another unknown figure in a long black robe.

"Let him live." The unknown figure pleaded.

But his words were not cause for forgiveness, when a glow came from nowhere. With a ringing exchange of metal contact, the giant laughed.

"To think that the spiritual "grim reaper" would still be alive. You are truly amazing." He commented while drinking his wine. His stained beard.

"The royal family is still virtuous." The one identified as the spiritual "grim reaper" answered.

With these last words, the giant withdrew complacently.

It concluded with the death of three wise men, and a severed limb of David.

A warm current ran through where his right arm had previously been.

The spiritual grim had only been able to deflect the attack…

Payment and reimbursement.