Blood fell from the sky, but it came like a fountain from the three warriors who had surrendered and the bodies of three mercenaries.
-What the hell! -Exclaimed the infiltrator who still did not understand what was happening.
Evans, who had just poured the liquid from another vial, pointed his sword at the mercenary leader and then said with a calm look but without lowering his guard:
-Come!
-You underestimate me brat! -The mercenary shouted as he attacked.
Evans concentrated his power in his eyes so he could follow the movement of the mercenary who attacked with his sword.
When the mercenary's sword was close and seemed inescapable, Evans only waved his sword...
Magic cut!
Blood! Blood!
-Hey? -The mercenary did not understand how a child had cut his sword and his body as if it were butter.
In the end it didn't matter whether he understood it or not, the mercenary leader died shortly after.
The problem now was the enemy witnesses, a mercenary, an infiltrator and Osvald; For Evans, all three had to die.
-Do you want to live? -Evans asked the only warrior who did not surrender.
-Yes, yes. -The warrior was somewhat confused, but still responded.
Evans threw a vial at him.
-Drink it! Kill those two! -Evans ordered.
The warrior drank the liquid from the vial and his power that was at the third rank temporarily reached the midpoint of the fifth rank.
The warrior, driven by feelings of anger and vengeance that were not his own, attacked.
Cut!
Blood!
The infiltrator's head flew off; The mercenary tried to escape, but the warrior only needed three jumps to reach him. The warrior's sword pierced the mercenary's neck, causing his death.
Little by little the warrior was regaining his composure, it was at that moment that Evans pointed at Osvald.
Osvald was crying scared, he didn't know what was happening, he looked with pleading eyes, he didn't want to die.
"Do you want me to kill your brother?" the warrior asked himself in his mind, but upon seeing Evans' calm look he knew it was a definitive order.
-No, I can't.-Replied the warrior.
-Because? -Evans asked.
-It is my duty to protect them. -They were the honest words of the warrior.
-With the same elixir you drank I can kill you if I want. Now that...
-Kill me.
Evans felt his blood boil from the depths of his being. He sighed and said to the warrior:
-Just say that you and the rest of the warriors fought until the end, can you do that?
-Yes, young sir.
- in the future you will be my sister Aria's personal guard. Never forget this day, you must protect her no matter what, or you will know my wrath.
-I will, young sir.
Evans approached his brother, placing his right hand on Osvald's forehead.
-Brother, me, me Aargh! Aargh!
A dark energy emanated from Evans' hand and penetrated Osvald's head painfully, modifying his memories.
"Someday I will kill you brother, but not yet"
Stan, was the name of the warrior who now carried Osvald in his arms. As they walked, silence reigned and from time to time the sound of dry leaves being crushed by Evans and Stan's footsteps could be heard.
"What should I do now? The hunting tournament is over for me."
Evans did not stop observing the surroundings, not wanting to let his guard down until he left the forest.
The moment Evans came out of the forest he observed the surroundings, there were only a few visitors in the tents.
Hug!
Aria ran to Evans, she had tears in her eyes, Evans held her in his arms, hugged her while trying to contain an anger that was in the abyss that he did not remember.
-My little Aria, did something happen?
-No, I just got scared. -Aria responded.
-Don't worry, don't be afraid of anyone as long as I'm by your side.
-Yeah!
Evans looked at the duchess and smiled politely, then walked away with Aria.
"There are many escorts at the sixth rank, they must belong to the imperial faction."
Evans walked around until he came across a young man with black hair and red eyes who looked about his age.
"This child has overflowing talent. He is dangerous."
The boy looked at Evans and nodded. Evans did the same and then turned around.
"That must be the eldest son of Marques Feriax"
The Feriax marquisate and the Qualty Duchy had a deep enmity that arose more than a century ago when they clashed for control of a gold deposit that was between both borders; In the end he won the duchy, but there were some skirmishes over the decades over control of the territory.
Evans walked around until the participants of the Hunting tournament returned.
Duke Alfred was informed of what happened, he immediately ordered his butler Fred to investigate the incident.
-Young sir, the Duke wishes to see you. -Ana informed Evans.
-Take care of Aria and keep her away from the Duchess. -Evans indicated to Ana.
Ana took Aria in her arms and Evans headed towards the Duke's tent.
"What am I doing?"
It was a question that arose from Evans' consciousness.
"Wait, for now I must wait"
Evans answered himself to calm the vengeful ocean without memories that he kept in his being.