Back inside the mansion, Michael ran towards the staircase connecting to the upper layer of the mansion.
"Guh." He came to an abrupt stop when his shoes stepped into a puddle. He then ran his gaze over the mountain of corpses lying on the ground.
The faces of many innocent children reflected in his eyes, children who had either a scared or despairing expression, were lying in a puddle of blood.
"How could they do something so terrible?" He quietly muttered to himself. While gazing at the children who, despite their bad past, all had a bright dream for the future. He couldn't help but feel intense anger. He silently clenched his fist before walking into a particular room.
It was a luxurious room filled with expensive furniture and ornaments. The walls had several paintings that would make anyone salute the artist who had painted such a portrait.
Michael gazed around the room, which, despite its glorious appearance, had much damage and torn curtains inside.
"Sigh… It's not here, so it's as I thought… they stole the lunar stone." Michael muttered while looking at an empty box.
The box was scratched and had been torn slightly. It showed signs that someone had, in fact, gone inside.
'If the lunar stone was their target. Was it really necessary to kill all those innocent children?' He couldn't help but ask himself, he had anger, sadness and regret. Those emotions were eating him from the inside.
If he had never brought them here, would they have survived?
Was it his fault?
Who knows… he didn't have an answer for that question, maybe he will never find a favourable answer. But…
'This wasn't done by any normal group of people; it was probably done by some organisation.' The number of criminal organisations that had taken root inside the Kingdom of Barat wasn't small by any means. There were more than 100. After all, the Kingdom of Barat was in fact a large country.
The fact that they tried to steal something from the lord of this land, who held strong influence in this nation, means they probably don't fear the government.
"Sigh… what a mess." He said before stepping out.
"I can't find the body of Kenta anywhere. Does this mean he's still alive? I also don't see the bodies of any more intruders…. That guy outside couldn't be the only one." He said while making a pensive expression.
He stepped inside the office of Suzette, where her cold, pale body could be seen lying in a pool of blood, and there was a large quantity of blood flowing from her abdomen.
He immediately deduces that she had been stabbed to death; complicated emotions shone in his pupils, which were twitching constantly, while becoming moist from tears.
After mourning over the death of his older sister, he finally left the room.
…
Meanwhile, on a wide road which intersected the forest, Kenta was running through the road at blinding speed.
For the passerby who we're riding carriages all they saw was a flash when they gazed outside the window. The horses all stopped as a strong gale flew past them.
After absorbing the strength of five grown adults, Kenta, whose body was trained for three years, had reached an even greater height. His body felt light; he wasn't being affected by the wind pressure.
He didn't even feel as though gravity was affecting him, and so he was able to run at speeds that surpassed the normal limitations of his childish body.
'If I could get this strong just by absorbing the power of a human, how much stronger would I get if I absorbed the power of a monster?' He was extremely eager to know; this made him more impatient to finally encounter a beast that could boost him past the level of a human.
However, what Kenta didn't know was that as his strength was slowly growing at an alarming rate, so was his soul.
The more he killed, the more his sword absorbed the fragments of his victim's soul, thus adding fragments of their soul to his own to empower him further.
So, while his strength no longer had limitations, it was the same for his once pure soul, which was now five times stronger than it was previously.
Swoosh~
The air rumbled as a flash dashed across the highway, attracting the attention of those present.
"Hmm… the air pressure change." A girl who was sitting elegantly inside an extravagant-looking horse-drawn carriage said, gazing outside the window, her green eyes shone mysteriously as she saw a flash shot pass her.
"Nn, I sensed a strong presence a second ago. But it had disappeared." A woman who had short, shoulder-length black hair said, frowning.
"A powerful presence, you say. Interesting." A young girl who seems to be 15 years old with an otherworldly beauty said.
Her long blonde hair swayed gently with her movement as her green eyes glittered faintly.
"Lady Rose, could you give me a rough estimate, exactly how powerful was that presence?" She asks while cutely tilting her head. The woman called Rose made a pondering gesture.
"I'd say whatever that presence was, it's at great class." She said calmly.
"Great class?" The blonde-haired girl widens her eyes in surprise.
"As far as I know, there are five classes in this world. The common folks are all of the normal class, while those with power are considered the great class. If that presence was actually at the great class, then we can presume whoever it is must be someone or something with strong magical powers, right?" The blonde-haired girl said, placing her index finger at her pink lips.
The classes each change depending on the person's own power.
The normal class is for people who have no power, while the great class is for those who have the potential to use magic power.
Ultimate classes are for those who have broken their own natural limitations and have reached new levels.
Mythical class is a special class that no one in this era has ever reached; in fact, it has been centuries since a human has ever reached that scale of power.
The classes weren't absolute, but it was a good way to accurately measure someone's power and potential.
In the past, those who were in the mythical class were treated as heroes and great masters. However, throughout the centuries, those kinds of gallant beings had greatly declined in numbers.
The people of this era naturally considered that class as impossible, and even the kings and emperors deemed it a waste, as no one even believed it was realistically possible to reach the mythical class.
The classes exist in order to separate the chosen ones from the failures, as in this world, power is everything.
Those without power are naturally looked down upon by the chosen few who could manipulate mana.
Though those who are unable to use magic could make a living through other means, most warriors could potentially manipulate mana through the use of a magic sword, and even the most powerless humans can naturally become strong.
Because of their use, they were extremely rare, and not everyone would efficiently use them at maximum efficiency.
The magic swords all have a will of their own as they are the ones who choose who is worthy of wielding them.
"Yes, your highness, Lady Emilia, there are a lot of talented people out there. I'm sure you'll find all kinds of strong people inside this country." Rose said.
"Hm... I hope so, so far there hasn't been anything that really interests me lately. I hope my meeting with the first prince will be interesting."
Princess Emilia said as a beautiful smile bloomed on her face.