Velsun groaned, rubbing his temples. What the hell did I just create?
Velsun's mind buzzed as a familiar voice echoed within.
"(Lad, you and Karlos have now formed a connection. After naming him, his unique skill has evolved into an ultimate skill: Mephistopheles, the Devil's Contractor.)"
Velsun blinked in surprise. "Wait, what? He got an ultimate skill?"
At that exact moment, Karlos straightened his posture, his crimson eyes glowing with newfound power. "It seems my loyalty to you has granted me something extraordinary, my lord. I have obtained the ultimate skill Mephistopheles, the Devil's Contractor."
Velsun threw his hands in the air. "Of course you did! First, you turn into a ridiculously handsome butler, and now you get an ultimate skill? What's next? A harem of demon maids?"
Karlos stroked his chin thoughtfully. "An intriguing idea, my lord. If you wish, I can begin recruiting—"
"That was a joke, damn it!" Velsun groaned, facepalming.
Karlos smirked. "Understood, my lord. But should you change your mind..."
Velsun sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I'll let you know. So, what does Mephistopheles do exactly?"
Karlos' eyes flickered as information flowed into his mind. "It grants me the power to form contracts with others, binding their very souls in exchange for power, knowledge, or other benefits. I can manipulate these contracts at will, ensuring absolute control over those who enter them. In essence, I can become the ultimate dealmaker."
Velsun whistled. "Damn. That sounds kinda busted."
Karlos placed a hand on his chest, bowing slightly. "All thanks to you, my lord."
Velsun smirked. "Alright, Karlos, you officially get a pass. Just… tone down the whole 'eager to meet your needs' thing, yeah?"
Karlos chuckled. "I make no promises."
Velsun groaned. "I'm gonna regret this, aren't I?"
Then Velsun turned towards the people who were fighting and cracked his neck as he watched the battlefield tremble under his mere presence. He had barely released a fraction of his Draconic Haki, but the effect was immediate.
The weaker warriors collapsed like puppets with their strings cut, unconscious before they even realized what hit them. The stronger ones barely clung to their footing, trembling, their faces pale as they desperately tried to escape.
Reinhart stood rooted in place, eyes wide in sheer disbelief. He wasn't just looking at overwhelming power—he was witnessing an existence that defied reason itself.
Karlos, standing beside Velsun, wiped a single bead of sweat from his forehead before smirking. "That's the master I serve." His voice held admiration, laced with a hint of amusement.
Velsun let out a tired sigh, rubbing the back of his head. "Man, I really tried to hold back. Maybe I should've whispered my presence instead?"
Karlos chuckled. "I fear even that would be too much, my lord."
Reinhart finally snapped out of his daze, taking a cautious step forward. "You… just what are you?" His voice was hoarse, filled with both awe and a lingering sense of dread.
Velsun gave a lopsided grin. "Me? I'm Velsun, a True Dragon. And honestly? I'm just kinda vibing."
Reinhart swallowed hard. A True Dragon... just 'vibing'? He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or even more terrified.
"So what was your name again?" Asked Velsun.
The warrior stood in the attention position and gave a salute. " Reinhart, sir, it's my honour to meet a great strong presence like u my who bloodline is grateful for me to be able to me-. In fear
Reinhart kept babbling about how grateful and lucky he was.
Velsun stood there with a dude what the hell man look.
The daemon just grinned.
Velsun blinked, staring at Reinhart, who was still rambling about how honored he was to meet a True Dragon.
"Uh… dude, what the hell?" Velsun muttered, running a hand through his hair, looking almost uncomfortable.
Karlos, standing beside him, merely smirked, clearly enjoying the scene. "Oh, master, it seems you've made quite the impression."
Reinhart, completely oblivious to their reactions, continued. "My ancestors must be smiling upon me from the heavens for allowing me to witness such greatness—!"
Velsun sighed. "Alright, alright, I get it. You think I'm awesome." He waved a hand dismissively. "But, like… can you chill for a second?"
Reinhart snapped to attention, saluting again. "Of course, my lord!"
Velsun groaned, rubbing his temples. Man, this is gonna be a pain…
"so um... Can u take me to your leader or something i would like to meet him."
"Of course my lord we are from the kingdom Bermud we were fighting against kingdom glora for many months now. I will take u to our king right away."
At that time Zalario had also appeared.
He hovered over the 3.
"So it seems u have recruited the daemon" and landed beside velsun.
Karlos eyes were bloodshot "Zalario one of the 7 primordial angels. What is he doing here?"
But seeing velsun interact with Zalario so casually" lord velsun must be acquainted with him." Truly remarkable velsun sama
Velsun looked up at Zalario, completely unfazed. "Yo, Zal. Took you long enough."
Zalario folded his arms, his golden wings shimmering under the light. "I had to ensure no other threats were lurking around. But it seems you've been busy in my absence." His gaze flickered to Karlos, who was still staring at him with bloodshot eyes, his body tense.
Karlos swallowed hard, stepping slightly behind Velsun. "One of the Seven Primordial Angels… Lord Velsun, you're truly remarkable to interact so casually with such an entity."
Velsun side-eyed him. "Dude, chill. Zal's cool… for the most part."
Zalario raised an eyebrow. "For the most part?"
Velsun grinned. "I mean, you're kinda uptight, but yeah."
Reinhart, who had been silently observing the entire exchange, felt his worldview shatter. He had just witnessed an Archdaemon evolve into a Daemon Lord, only to be overshadowed by the sudden arrival of a legendary angel. And yet, here was Velsun, treating all of it like casual banter.
"Y-Yes! Let us return to Bermud at once!" Reinhart stammered, needing something—anything—to distract himself from the insanity of the situation.
Karlos, still in shock, merely nodded. "Yes, my lord, I shall follow your will."
Velsun clapped his hands together. "Alright then, let's get moving. I've got a feeling things are about to get interesting."
Karlos unfurled his new daemonic wings, flapping them once as he ascended into the sky. Velsun and Zalario followed suit, soaring effortlessly alongside him.
Velsun glanced down and noticed Reinhart still standing on the ground, looking up at them with a dumbfounded expression.
"What happened? Reinhart, why aren't you flying?" Velsun asked, tilting his head.
Reinhart's eye twitched. "Lord, the problem is... I can't fly." He looked at Velsun as if he had just asked the dumbest question in existence. "Were High Humans supposed to fly? We don't have wings, dammit!"
"Oh… yeah, that makes sense," Velsun muttered, scratching his cheek. He then shrugged and turned to Karlos. "Karlos, hold him, will ya?"
"As you wish, my lord," Karlos replied smoothly, bowing slightly before grabbing Reinhart by the back collar of his armor.
Reinhart immediately began struggling. "Hey! I'm the damn champion of a country! Put me down, damn it!"
Karlos merely smirked, effortlessly keeping his grip firm as he lifted Reinhart off the ground. "Hurry up and tell us the way, Champion."
Reinhart let out a frustrated sigh, resigning himself to his fate. "Just head north, dammit..."
Velsun chuckled. "See? Problem solved. Let's go!"
As we flew in the direction Reinhart pointed out, our so-called champion was still grumbling under his breath about being carried like luggage. Karlos, of course, seemed to enjoy his suffering, smirking every time Reinhart tried to adjust his posture mid-air.
After a while, we arrived at our destination. And, well… it was a mess.
The kingdom's walls were cracked and broken in several places, some parts reduced to rubble. The air felt thick with despair, and the streets below were filled with exhausted, malnourished people trudging about their daily routines with dull expressions.
I hovered in place, taking in the scene before glancing at Reinhart.
"Hey, uh… are you sure you brought us to the right place?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Not to make fun of it or anything, but this doesn't really look like much of a kingdom…"
Reinhart sighed, rubbing his temples. "Yes, this is the right place... sadly." His voice carried a mix of frustration and shame. "Bermud has been at war for years. We've lost a lot, and our resources are stretched thin."
I hummed in thought. "Yeah, no offense, but it looks like one more push and this whole place is gonna fall over."
Karlos, still holding Reinhart by the collar, chuckled. "Perhaps Lord Velsun's presence will change that. After all, with a True Dragon watching over them, who would dare to oppose Bermud?"
I smirked. "Well, let's see what your king has to say about that first."
With that, we descended toward the castle, ready to see what this so-called leader had in store.
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