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
Once the food arrived, the conversation between the brothers made the soldiers frown a little bit uncomfortable and Linius gave up from stopping the master. He could only look at his men to remind them not to say anything.
"That child whom I fought, do you know him? He looked like that friend of father," Cygnus asked while they ate.
"Indeed. Although he is not from the main branch, he is an heir candidate that Duke Blackwell is nurturing himself," Linius answered. He took a bite of the savory meat that was served.
"He's an interesting lad." Cygnus looked up and smiled. "He has potential to become my friend and I'm sure that we will have many topics to talk about."
Linius's hand stopped, "He is not a talkative person and I'm not sure if Duke Blackwell will allow him to be friends with you." He raised his head with a small smile on his face.