29 「Benefactiary」 (1/2)

「Greater Teleportation」

In his normal attire, a double breasted tunic, leather boots and black armored pants. He stood there in the middle of the streets busy streets of Arwintar. His eyes tracing over the peasants, commoners and wealthy moving about their daily routines.

Carts, carriages and people walking everywhere. His eyes rested upon the path to a mansion which was to his right. His eyes moving over towards the fencing which had the Furts name engraved up on it.

It was an adorable looking mansion that looked as if it had been long since abandoned and fallen into disrepair. A frown formed over his lips as he could definitely assume there were no living standards in this time period. Otherwise they would have been removed from the house due to it being unsafe to live in. Especially with their children, who would be taken away by the state due to their money problems and so on.

Letting out a sigh, he glanced over towards a shady figure who was watching the house. He could only assume it was someone to keep watch on the family, as to make sure they didn't run for it.

It was unlikely they would run though. They may be in debt, but what from he could tell, they were more interested in their pride than they were their own lives.

He hated people who were like that. People who would let their pride end their lives, or the lives of others simply because they could.

Letting out a chuckle though, his eyes rested upon two children in second story window playing. They were identical twins. Blond, and they looked like they were having an innocently good time.

His eyes then searched the first floor from where he stood and noted the presence of both Sir Furts and Madame Furts. Nodding to himself, he took note of their apparel. They different were hanging onto a lifestyle they were no longer privileged to have.

Summoning a helmet from his item box, silver with a short blue plume on the top to match his quilted cloak. He made his way down the path, almost marching as if he was in a parade.

However as he was making his way down the path, he was feeling eyes on him. He couldn't make an excuses, he was being flashy at the moment so plenty of people would notice him. Yet these eyes, the way he felt them on himself, he very much knew it was someone familiar. Someone who had been watching him once before and recently. The same eyes from Carne Village.

”Hm...” As he increased the pace of his movements, he came to a stop as he made it half way up the path and narrowed his vision on a single figure coming out the front door.

It was an older man with grey hair. He was dressed as a magic caster or some sort of old time wizard. He had this long beard and hair that almost seemed to be alive because it was so long. Even as he stood still it moved on its own.

”Some sort of sage...?” Jack spoke quietly to himself before silently casting 「Greater Identification」.

Immediately he learned who the man was. It was Fluder, someone who he now recognized as a father figure and Guardian to the Emperor of this country. However with their eyes now meeting, it was clear who was more interested in who. Fluder was much more interested in him, but was extremely surprised to see the man standing there in the pathway before him.

”Should've looked before jumping,” Jack went to turn away, only for the man to shout...

”Wait! Young Sir!”

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Judging by Fluder background, and his written character biography, they were about the same age. Though at the same time, his mind wasn't as old as his supposed body.

Turning his head to look at the old man's serious and wrinkled face, he hardly gave any expressive thought away. He just stared at him coldly with his sapphire blue eyes which emanated its usual strange glow. ”How can I help you, old man?”

The old man padded his way over with all the grace and wisdom his age had brought him. When he finally stood in front of the diagonally angled Jack, he raised a brow.

”Why are you here at the Furts household? Does it have anything to do with young Arche?”

”Hm... So you've been informed,” Jack uttered as he looked over the old man, before attempting to walk passed him.

”Is this the promised visit?” Fluder asked as he glanced over his shoulder towards the much younger looking man. He was curious, just why was he here all of a sudden?

”I'm not here, Fluder. I'd like you to keep it that and... If you don't mind... Stop looking at Carne Village. If you don't, I don't know what I'll do.” He sounded ominous, but also very playful before facing the mansion once more and walking towards it. Brushing his shoulder against Fluder as he passed by.

The man stood there absently as he listened to his footsteps. He didn't feel like a human being using magic sense, he also wasn't a traditional undead. All he could sense from him was a massive amount of energy and a heteromorphic form.

As he heard, or in this case, didn't hear his footsteps anymore as they faded away the moment he got to the door. Fluder turned his head to look at the mansion and he was gone. The door hadn't even opened.

”What on ea--” Fluder froze as he watched Sir Flurts in a panic, running passed the window. Suddenly blood sprayed across the room, decorating the room, as the Madame's head was airborne.

He was slaughtering her family?! The children!