The Ruined Death Knight

"I didn´t ask for you to apologize! Tell me where Allen is!" Darius face currently was vicious. With these veins starting to show on this forehead ready to explode out of anger by any second.

Seeing this lord's face being so enraged by the injured this only son has suffered he felt even more ashamed.

With this face looking at the ground depressed, Rapha said with a depressed tone. "Young Master Allen is currently being treated by Sir Aeson inside this room..."

"I see..." Hearing that this son is being treated by Aeson, this glowing staff and eyes grew dimmer until no light was to be seen.

"..." Darius raised this face towards the seeling with this eyes closed and stayed at that position for a few seconds.

"Thank goodness..." Murmuring so low that not even Rapha could hear him saying these words of relief even though he was next to him.

Slowly opening this eyes, he turned to this usually cold self and faced Rapha.

"Tell me, Rapha. What happened down there? Weren't you suppose to simply kill the draugr that had the sword of Allen? What happened..." Even though he didn´t blame him, this cold tone said otherwise.

He could even feel a hint of killing intent!

Who was Darius Dardy you ask?

One of the most powerful great mages in the whole kingdom which is capable to eliminate a whole battalion of normal soldiers without even breaking a breath!

That was the power of a great mage!

And such mage was currently showing a hint of killing intent towards him! Even though it was just a tiny bit of killing intent that could easily be mistaken for anger. It didn´t matter!

It was as if someone were telling you to pet a lion that was tamed! Even though you knew it was tamed, you still knew deep inside of you that if the lion suddenly tried to take a piece out of you. You wouldn´t be able to resist! And if you tried to, the only thing that awaited you was death!

Gulping this throat, Rapha told Darius about what happened down to the dungeon.

While hearing the story of Rapha´s, Darius already cold face got even colder.

"So...You guy´s meet a newly awakened draugr with...green eyes you said, right?"

Confused by this lord repeating what he just said, he just nodded this head while saying "Yes, my lord".

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"..."

"..."

After a short awkward silence between this two.

Darius started to mumble to himself.

"Green eyes... with martial arts."

"My lord?"

"Ah, it's nothing. By the way, you said you blew the draugr directly to the Cursed lake, correct?"

"Yes, my lord! I used my strongest attack towards this filthy undead who hurt the young master!" Rapha said with this back straight up and full of pride!

But that pride slowly crumpled.

"So? Did the Draugr got destroyed...?"

"Yeah of cour-!" As if lightning suddenly struck. He quickly shut up.

Right...did the draugr actually die?

Seeing the doubt in Rapha´s face, Darius turned this back at him and entered Allen's room.

"You disappointed me this time...Rapha."

*Baahm!

*****

Back in the shaman's cave.

High pitched noises could be heard deep inside the cave.

*Fsheeen!

A 1-meter wide wind blade made out of mana flew through an already dead goblin, thus splitting it in half and creating a gory scene.

But instead of feeling disgusted, I felt...amazed!

[You gained 800 Experience points through training]

"This sword is really amazing!"

Ever since I have undergone the race evolution not only did my body stronger and tougher, but it also increased the XP gain through training!

Although the increase of XP gain was a pleasant surprise. That wasn´t why I was so excited...

What excited me the most was the sword that I got from the Draugr!

[Rune Sword: Veren]: A enchanted sword that had modified death runes curved it in. The enchant inside the blade helps the user with their mana control slightly. While the once normal runes that used mana to repair the sword have changed to resemble death runes. Though the modification of the sword severally decreases the amount needed to repair the sword, but at the cost of consuming blood. The carver that named this sword, Veren would be dejected to see this once a gift for this friend. Being used by the undead and had their own runes modified.

"With this beauty in my hands, I no longer need to use these crappy daggers or swords! As long as there is enough blood and my mana, this sword will serve me for all my internity that is my life!" Lightly piercing through the half-cut goblin corpse in the ground. A slight red glow came out of the runes and the next moment the runes slowly drank the blood from the corpse until the sword was completely satisfied!

"It also helps me reduce the burden that I receive when I use the wind blade! This weapon is such a treasure... I wonder where the Draugr got this hand of this beauty-like sword." Glancing at the description of the sword. Two brought upon my curiosity.

"Enchantments and runes...Maybe these two things are the key to create a sword which shoots fire..." Of course, that silly dream of mine wasn´t what got me interested in these two things.

What interested me was the ability to create the self-repair runes just like the Veren sword. If I am able to replicate those runes I will never have to worry about becoming a jack of all trades, master of no one.

Since I got quite fond of the shield and the longsword I hoped to stick with those two.

"Well, just in case let´s see what enchantments and runes are exactly..."

[Enchantments]: A art of craftsmanship that relies upon magical knowledge to modify the magical modify, hench the soul of the item, and gives it various effects.

[Runes]: A art of craftsmanship that relies upon the ancient language of different races to modify the physical form, hench the body of the item, and gives it various effects.

"Hmm, both sound about the same. The enchantments sound like what a mage would be able to do, while the runes sound like knowing the craft by itself..." I headed towards the laboratory and I seated on the stone table while holding a rusted sword in my hand.

Similar to a meditation posture, I put both the Veren and the rusted swords on my knees.

With a rock that I picked up from the ground, I started to carve the exact same runes that the Veren sword had into the rusted sword.

Although it took me about 2 whole hours to curve a rough version of the Veren runes, the result that I got was... disappointing.

The runes did neither work nor emitted the same light as the Veren runes did, which made me quite disappointed.

"Figures out it isn´t just drawing out some weird letters and hope to create the same effect...I guess my only hope is to get a rune-making skill through the status." Shaking my head, I threw the rusted sword away as I have lost interest.

"Well, nothing to be done for it, I guess. Should probably start training instead of curving..."

After saying that, the sounds of my training continued to echoes through the shaman's cave.

*****

In the Darcy Mansion...

In Allen´s Darcy room.

After what have been 2 days. Allen Darcy's hand flinched and the next moment he slowly opened this eyes.

"Where am I...?" He said in a weak voice.

"You are in your room, my son." Suprised from the sudden answer, he weakly turned this head to only see this dad sitting in a chair right beside the bed.

"Dad...?" Seeing this father wearing a white shirt and these black bags under this eyes. He tried to stand up, but a sudden pain came from this chest.

"Kid, stay right where you at. If you start moving suddenly all my effort would have been nothing." Season lightly gripped this shoulders and gently pushed Allen back to the bed.

"Huh? Oncle Aeson? What are you doing here? And where is Rapha?"

"You brat! You dare you to call me uncle!? Have your eyes been blinded while getting this injured?" Hearing Aeson saying that Allen scoffed weakly.

Yeah right, maybe you can fool others but I knew you my whole damn life! You Gramps!

Although Aeson looked extremely handsome and as a young man around this early 20. In truth, this dude was over 70 years old!

Just remembering how many times some maids of our household went and asked Aeson out. A sense of disgust came to him.

Those two glared as if two different lightings were clashing to each other.

"You two quit fooling around. And Aeson, could you leave us two alone for a moment?" Hearing this friend Darius emotionless voice, he turned around and left the room with a frown on this face. Not because he felt disrespected by Darius, but by this tone.

Although he is usually cold and has little of a facial expression, but by the current Darius tone and slightly dense face.

Aeson knew better.

Seeing Aeson leaving so suddenly Allen got reminded of his injury.

Feeling it chest up, a slight pain came through him.

"Are you alright, Allen?" Hearing this father calling him by this name, instead of "Son". Allen's face hardened.

"Yeah... I am alright, father."

Seeing this father stay silent for a while, Allen asked.

"Father, about the sword..." But before he could finish, he got interrupted by this father.

"Allen, I decided to send you to the capital."

"What?"