A God In Our Midst

"Teleportation, Fire, Barriers, Healing, and now... revival. Not to mention his otherworldly spiritual energy, the Seika is a monster counting his abilities alone," analyzed the king.

It was late at night, and the lantern burned quietly on his desk. The king had countless reports lying around about what the fallen knight called his most precious possession: the Seika.

"This young man is slowly turning from a human into a god," the king couldn't contain his smile. "As a vessel, even I am jealous of his fortune. How can a slave who appeared out of nowhere be so powerful?"

The king knew that the Seika was not a threat to him, not in mindset or strength. However, the man had the potential to take the throne from him if left unchecked. It was a wonder whether leaving him alive was the right thing to do.