A problematic kid

My first memory-erasing spell worked great on the prince and that knight. Looks like this skill of mine is really convenient.

Last night, Viktor was busy making portal stones inside his spiritual library instead of sleeping. He learned the technique of making one from the guardian of time.

A portal stone has a deep connection with teleportation magic that helps a person to travel long distances by space wrap. But the teleportation magic is limited to a planet where the person is standing on. It doesn't work on planet-to-planet travels because of the difference of time and space.

But a portal stone solves that problem.

A portal stone is able to wrap the space and create a path between dimensions by defying the natural law of teleportation magic. It's also capable of letting a traveller travel through the past and the distant future for a short amount of time. But only a guardian of time has the ability to do that. Other guardians can't cast time magic without the fragment of time. 

So, Viktor was only able to make a portal stone that leads the traveller to his destination on the reality timed planet. But it was enough for him.

After researching the guardian of greed's records, he listed exactly three million guardian fragments in different dimensions. It was hard for him to believe that there are more than thousands of guardian fragments on earth. And most of them were very unique and powerful. 

That's the reason why he made lots of portal stones to travel in different words to collect all the fragments and save the world tree.

But it wasn't easy.

"Master. How is the quality of the cigarette?"

"It's too sharp. But it's good to go. Have you harvested all the tobacco plants from the greenhouse?"

"Yes. More than 50 packs have been prepared."

"Good."

   I was a regular smoker back on earth like an ordinary man. One or two sticks were enough for the day to proceed. But when that half-baldy fired me, I unintentionally became a chain smoker. I don't know why, but I guess I can blame the depression. Since then, one pack of cigars barely made my day and I started to have an empty lungs. My breath shorthand and finally gave up on it 4 months before I jumped off the window.

But this body is built differently. Deadly poison is now useless inside my body, let alone nicotine. 

Heh… But this hits different even though I'm not getting affected by it. I missed this feeling.

"Master, the sun is almost up. Why don't you go back to bed?"

"I have to go to work today. My full-week vacation ended yesterday. And my schedule is filled with meetings with some upper manners."

"Then I will prepare a warm bath for you."

"Make it cold."

"Yes, master."

Adonis went back inside the house by leaving Viktor on the roof. Because he was waiting to see the sunrise in the east. He let his legs hang on the edge of the roof to sit properly and then, the sun came out. The first ray of light fell on his face.

   I wonder how mother is doing.

After his cold bath, he wore his official coat with three badges on his left chest and tied a ponytail to prepare his official look. Adonis helped him to get ready and he left home for work at 9 am. The house maids were exhausted after running here to there to prepare all the things that Viktor needed in the morning. But they were happy because Viktor paid them gold coins for their hard work. 

Inside the imperial knight's division.

"Good morning sir."

"Morning."

Viktor walked inside his office by reading some papers that his secretary gave him and greeted back good morning to everyone on his way. But he noticed something unusual. Some knights were acting strange after seeing Viktor. Their hostile gaze was clearly noticeable but Viktor ignored them and went inside his office to prepare for his meeting on internal sub branches' recent movement.

"Sir, here are the files. You need to review all of them." The secretary looked at him with her sharp gaze.

"You're scary sometimes."

"Yes. Because you took a full week's vacation without any notice and didn't even bother to reply to my letter. Now finish a whole week's work in 2 hours. The external members are already here and your meeting is at 12 pm!"

"Calm down. These papers will be done in just 10 minutes."

The secretary left the room by slamming the door so hard after hissing at him like a furry cat. So, he laughed a little at her cat-like reaction.

Suddenly, the door again opened really quickly and a disappointment brat came in. "What are you doing here!"

Alberto appeared.

"Who gave you permission to walk into my office?"

He ignored his questions and threw all the papers from his table to make a mess. "I said! What are you doing here!!"

The veil of ink spilt on the paper he was writing on for 5 minutes, but he kept his head cool.

"Alberto, you're crossing the line. It's best for you to leave my office if you want to live."

But Alberto didn't listen to his words. Instead, he grabbed Viktor by his collar and said, "I said!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!"

Viktor realised the murderous aura from his body because his patients snapped. The aura was so dense that Alberto froze while holding his collar. He was frightened.

"Alberto, I'm going to count to 10. If you don't let my collar go and fix the mess you made, I'll make sure not to leave a cell of your body to arrange a royal funeral."

Alberto's eyes were so wide open that he started to shed tears but still, he was unable to blink his eyelids.

"1…2…3…4.."

Alberto let his collar go and bow down in front of him to beg for mercy. He lost his voice due to the pressure of Viktor's aura.

"I remember ordering you to clean the mess. Not to bang your head on the floor in front of my legs."

But his leg already froze to death. So he was unable to move a single muscle. It was like a kitten in front of a growling dragon.

"M..masst..master. Forgive this sinner."

Viktor put his fountain pen on his messed up paper and took out a handkerchief to clean the ink on his hand. "You know, humans are really prideful creatures who think of themselves high when their identification on mere papers rises. You have the same amount of blood, the same type of DNA, the same organs and even the same skeleton as the commoners have. But these people who claim to be royal nobles by birth or blood or whatever, do you have gold sprinkles in your blood or something that makes you act high and bold in front of me? If you die today, you will be reborn as a beggar who's rolling and tripping on the dirty streets."

"I'm sorry."

"Clean! The! Mess! Right now!!"

"yes."

Alberto quickly stood up and started to clean the ink off his table with the expressive coat he was wearing. All the workers of the office came inside and went out with papers by ignoring the Duke on the floor as if they saw nothing. Some of them even said that he deserved it.

   Ugh! I'm just done with these kids. Should I open a rehab centre for nobles to lift their brain from their knees? But what he did was really unforgivable. I need to beat his a** for getting on my nerves.

"Oi, enough with looking into my papers instead of cleaning them."

Alberto flinched to hear his words and quickly put a paper in his pocket. But he didn't know Viktor saw everything he did while looking somewhere else. 

"Oi. I said enough with it. Stop rolling around my floor like a cockroach and stand in front of me."

    I need to slap his brain out of his ears today.

Alberto stood in front of him and said, "You called master?"

"Why did you come here?"

Alberto stayed silent after hearing Viktor's words. He couldn't say why was he there. But he wasn't in a situation where he can make any excuses.

"First, you kicked the door open. Then you entered my office screaming like a pig. Not only that, you got some guts to throw the papers off my table and grabbed my collar to scream at my face. Tell me. What should I do with you."

At that moment, Elena entered the room with a basket full of cookies and said, "Oh my goodness! Sir Viktor is still here? I thought Alberto reclaimed his post as the new branch leader of his office. That's why I baked some cookies to give to Alberto."

Viktor smiled and said, "When did the prince gain the authority to fire me?"

"Hmm? The king personally signed the letter. Here you go. See?" Elena took out a sealed paper from her basket and gave it to Viktor. It was so clear that she was the one who made the plan without knowing anything about the United peace organization. She didn't know who holds the authority.

Viktor smiled again and said, "You should've kept your legs closed. Because old man's machine is a rusty machine no matter how much oil or charm you apply. It will come back to reality in no time."