Evans sat on the Esquiria wolf. He pretended to be exhausted, although he was not at 100 percent, since having exhausted his mana he could not move his right hand; He would have taken the core of the wolf, but the rules said that they should not take the core of the hunted prey.
-Excuse me.-The imperial representative spoke.
Evans looked at the representative and asked:
-Are you going to store the body of the Styrian wolf?
-You are right, young Lord. -The representative responded politely.
Evan stood up; The representative kept the wolf's body. Evans walked towards the warriors and magicians who seemed to be exhausted.
Evans looked at the representative and asked:
-Can you store the body of these wolves?
-As you wish. -The representative answered.
"If it weren't for my magical knowledge and experience; it would have been impossible to defeat that thing without my energy."
The sleeve of Evans's left arm was soaked in blood; The warriors who had accompanied Evans belonged to the duke's faction, and until now they thought that all the duke's children were spoiled children, which is why they felt respect for the talent that Evans was demonstrating.
Evans walked with his eyes closed, with his training and a little of his power he managed to increase the capacity of all his senses, so walking blindly was not a problem.
Evans walked in the middle of the darkness, he perceived the place of everything in the forest, so he just kept walking; but suddenly, as he walked, he felt lost, and felt that in the calm of the darkness he could find himself.
The warriors and magicians chatted among themselves as they followed Evans towards the camp.
A distant music reaches Evans' ears, when he listens to it he feels as if he were floating in a dark sea that little by little is trapping him...
-Brother!
Evans opens his eyes, looks at Aria, and holds her in his arms.
"That young woman must be nearby"
Evans recognized the sound of the harp.
"She has improved"
Evans looks around, there are hundreds of tents, then walks towards the Qualty dukedom tent.
-Aria go with Ana; I must change my clothes. -Evans said to Aria.
Evans entered the private section of the store, took off his vest and shirt, and took out a set of clean clothes, which also suited the occasion. After putting on his clothes, he dedicated himself to absorbing mana, at least enough to be able to move his right hand again.
Evans watched his right hand until he could begin to move it, an hour had passed since he had begun absorbing mana from the surroundings.
Evans was conflicted, he felt like he was losing something, but he didn't know what, he tried to search and search deep within himself, but he still couldn't find anything.
"The music"
Suddenly he felt pain in his right hand, it was bleeding, he put away the blood-stained glove, washed his hand and put on a clean glove.
"Not yet, apparently I'm not ready to face my past yet."
In another private section of the store, the duke was watching Evans' fight over and over again.
-He looks like an experienced swordsman. He must be a prodigy or a monster. -The Duke murmured with a subtle smile appearing on his face.
-He has been training alone and constantly; He must have realized his own potential. -Opined the butler Fred.
-Now we won't have to worry about the future of the duchy. The greatness of the Qualty house will not end with me. -Said the duke while clenching the fist of his left hand.
It was the first time in a long time that Duke Alfred seemed interested in anything.
In the imperial tent, Princess Amelia saw with shining eyes the figure of the young man sitting on the prey he promised to hunt.
"You did it; you gave everything; thank you Evans; I will support you in everything"
Amelia hugged Prince Dereck and said:
-You saw it, he hunted a wolf Esquiria Alpha. He did it for me.
Dereck looked at the screen, sighed and said to his sister:
-You gave him my sword; It's the least he could do.
-Yes, I thank you too brother.
Derek walked outside. The emperor still watched the fight between Evans and the wolf. "Will he be more talented than Asert?" the Emperor asked himself as he looked back at Asert giving a subtle thrust without much effort, straight to the heart of an Imperial boar, "I think he doesn't hunt for something better because he doesn't care," thought the Emperor, directing his gaze toward Amelia, "if this girl hadn't become infatuated with that boy."
Evans left the tent, there was still an hour before the hunting tournament ended. While he was walking through the camp he saw a group of nobles betting, he didn't care about them. He continued to observe the surroundings, then saw some priests in sumptuous white robes heading towards the imperial tent.
Evans felt like vomiting.
"Hate? Why do I hate those people?"
Evans felt that his spirit had been stirred; But no matter how much he looked for answers, he only found the immense emptiness inside.
Evans tried to calm down and continued walking, at the end of the camp there was a mound of corpses, he approached, they were mostly human or semi-human.