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
He was grinning throughout the fight and when the werewolf couldn't regenerate anymore. And at the last minute, Cygnus pierced through its chest and removed its heart before crushing it and throwing it to the side.
He looked at his clothes and shook his head. "They will surely freak out when they see me in this state."
He walked away from the site while dragging the servant away. He finally reached the start of the trail and saw their horses. Since the servant was still unconscious, he was forced to place him on the other horse and guide it instead.
Rain started to fall from the already dark sky so he hastened a little bit. They reached the manor all wet and muddy but the butler was already there to meet them. Even Ulysses and Galahad waited.
Cygnus was quite surprised to see those two. The servants carried the person with him while he gave the two dukes a grin. Both of them had a frown while looking at his messy state.