"Saint!"
"Look everyone! It's the Saint"
"He has come to bless us!"
"Oh Saint Luther, please guide us in our endeavour"
"We have been blessed by the presence of the saint!"
Voices shouted from left and right like trumpets, each having a bigger praise than the last.
The people gathered in the crowd, all raised their hands toward the carriage that passed. As if signalling it's grace and beauty. The carriage was endowed in a white design with gold flower designs on the wheels and body. Anyone could tell at a glance that who ever sat there was someone very important because those were real gold.
The crowd continued to shout praises as children's started to giggle and run after the carriage, confetti flew and we finally got to see who was the star of this commotion.
A hand was waving as Luther dressed perfectly in his white and black garment with gold design, he sits perfectly still like a status with his smile tighten.
"Thank you, thank you"
"Let the blessing of my father Asmethan be unto you all" shouted Luther, still plastering the fake smile.
_Oh damn it, won't this carriage move any faster!. How long do you except me to keep waving my hands, I'm getting f**king tired_
Luther groaned under his fake smile as the carriage continued it's slow decend, not giving a damn about his hand. After a few minutes, they finally passed the crowd and started on their journey into the forest.
As soon as the last person face disappeared from Luther window view, he shut it instantly.
Bang!
The sound rattled the carriage a little as the horses huffed before being cooled by the driver. The driver looked to the closed window and frowned.
Inside the carriage, Luther was foaming, he was thinking of every curse word he could say but held himself back. He wasn't the only one in this extravagant carriage.
Sitting in front of him were two figures, both having menacing auras, a man with navy blue hair, dressed in the royal attire of a Duke, Aithur Rian and a women with red hair dressed fully in armor, you couldn't even see her mouth, Liliana Fiorie (the two mcs)
"What?" Asked Luther as he noticed them staring straight at him.
Aithur smirked and said "You're the proclaimed savior of the world, this endeavour should be a normal thing for you" his blue sapphire gem on his glove glowed.
Luther frowned and gave him a glare "If you like saying the word proclaimed so much why don't you speak to that god-forsaken God of yours to grant you the title because I as hell don't want it" replied Luther as he dragged the Saint cap and drew it directly at him but it was caught by Liliana.
She raised her helmet as she placed the cap into a bag and said "hate it all you want but your hatred can never amount to ours" she gripped her sword tighter like a threat as the ruby gem on the hilt blinked.
Luther just frowned and went back to mobbing as he stared out the window. The sun was almost setting which made Luther mood more worse as he realised his been waving throughout the day, in anger he jumped up, held the window edge and screamed.
"ALL YOU DAM FUCKING BIRDS JUST SHUT UP!"
Silence.
Luther breathed a sight of fresh air, he had finally let his anger out.
The wind started to pick up and carry Luther hair in a frenzy.
_ah, it's refreshing_ Thought Luther, opening his hand to fully feel the air he was tugged back into the carriage as an arrow came out of nowhere and stuck where his head once stood.
Luther looked up from his fallen position to see Liliana hand on his elbow as she hoisted him up. Aithur came in front of him and projected a barrier around them. Luther was confused but then.
BOOM!
The carriage flipped over like a pancake, the blast of the bomb sent it rolling of the edge of the road as Liliana held tightly to Luther as the carriage stopped abruptly on a tree. Half it's body gone, the driver dead body laying before the broken wheels, the horses panicked and ran.
"Did you hit it" asked a mysterious voice as figures in black appeared on the trees around the destroyed carriage.
"As if!, do I ever miss"
"Yes, you do. But that's not the point, you think that did the job?" Asked the second figure.
CLANK!
The carriage door flew off its hinges as two figure jumped out of the carriage as if answering their question.
Aithur landed right in front of the first figure and delivered a kick that sent him flying before appearing back at liliana side who just placed Luther on his feet.
"Huh, a bunch of nobodies actually think that little bomb can actually do something to us" stated Aithur as he dusted ashe from his shoulder as Liliana bowed at Luther before drawing her sword and standing beside Aithur.
_okay. As from now nothing here concerns me_
He giggled
_i'll just be on my way_
As Luther turned to try to quietly move away a red light appeared like a barrier around him. He groaned as he sent a glare to Liliana who only closed her helmet.
They was no way he was getting out of their sights.
Luther huffed and sat on the ground cross-legged, accepting his fate.
"Ouh.."
"Boss you already?" Asked one of the figures as they moved to help their boss up.
He groaned, holding his stomach as Aithur footprint lay imprinted there. He grow furious, pointed and shouted
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THOSE STINKY ORDERS ANYMORE! KILL ALL OF THEM!!"
The figures attached at the beck of their leaders, flying into the airs like bat ready to catch their prey.
The air became still, the wind quieted. Liliana and Aithur stood side by side, shoulder to shoulder.
CRACK
A bolt of lighting sent all of them flying back. The preparator was no other than Aithur, a sickly grin on his face as if enjoying their torment.
Luther sat, having found a bag of biscuits next to the dead driver, he ate and watched the scene.
_of course that pyscho would enjoy something like that. He isn't nicknamed the Lunatic Duke for nothing_
Liliana frowned under her mask and looked to Aithur who only shrugged.
"If you wanted a go at them, you should have just rushed in"
"It isn't my fault they all came towards me" Aithur smirked, clearly enjoying liliana anger.
The bush rattled as more black figures appeared like mouse going for cheese. Their weapons ready.
Aithur didn't attack, instead he gestured for Liliana as if ushering a maiden.
And went she did.
She pushed herself into a sprint as she unsheathe her sword. In one swing she two out five before dodging a knife throw, her hair almost getting caught. She pressed down and jumped up before dropping down like a bomb and destroying the figures and the ground as well from the pressure. She huffed and placed her sword on her shoulder as if giving a fact.
Luther groaned. _There's competiting with each other, aren't there?_
_in all of my life, did I do something wrong to be stuck in this situation. Did I curse a God or something_
_oh right! Maybe I did do that but the novel was just too bad!_ thought Luther as he threw the empty snack packet on the ground.
_How can the author even call this a good novel! Even the comments all hated the book_
My name is Luther Isan... oh sorry I meant my real name is ....
Huh...
What is my real name anyways?...
Okay, enough!
Let's just go ahead.
I was a graduate student who just turned 23, I lived in a rundown house that my grandma left me before she left.
And like lost transimgrated story... Yes! I am an orphan.
No! My parents did not die or were murdered nor did they abandoned me.
Well technically, I never knew my parents so I couldn't really say much about he latter.
I've been with my grandma ever since I could walk so I was never concern about who my biological parents were. And even granny didn't seem to talk about them much... so yeah...
None of my f**king business.
Well back to the story.
So I'm 23, a graduate and bla bla bla bla. You dint need my full life history.
I've been fired from basically 10 jobs since college, I worked at a barbecue restaurant, karaoke bar, hotel staffs, restaurant staff, A chef, cake Baker, taxi driver and so on.
But I always get fired every two months,.if it was just one time then maybe it was just a coincidence. But after the 8th time and started to believe that the gods just hated me.
But hey... I hated them too. So yeah, it was can of vice-versa.
But forget about that, now do you see a man with brown hair, dressed in a corporate suit getting out of a building.
Yeah, that me, on my way back from my 11th rejection.
Wahoo! That's a record.
Well, they isn't much from here, I was angry, I was mad at why they didn't even give me a chance but just threw my resume in my face and told me to get out. But hey, that's the society of life we live in.
I can be mad or furious but after so many filled attempt, I just quit and went to be a novel lover.
Why?
Well, Novels are not reality, even if you pray, wish and even beg to be in heir shoes.
All you can do is...
CONTINUE DREAMING IDIOT!
But, I am among those idiots which brought me to our present event.
SLAM
A fist connected to the kitchen table, as Luther(past) shouted in anger.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WORNG WITH THE AUTHOR!"
"WHY MAKE SUCH A NOVEL IF YOU'RE GONNA END IT IN A MESS LIKE THIS!"
He foamed like a tiger as he moved to sit on a kitchen chair. His kettle filled with water was bowling fine as vegetables and ingredients scattered everywhere shows that he was in the mist of cooking.
"How dare him. He made us to wait throughout 1350 chapters of this novel only to end it like a train to wall"
"What do you mean the protagonist don't end up together!"
"After the trials and errors, the fight like flirting, the determination to marry each other, the taunting and teasing!evening that stupid prophecy that never came true"
"Everything proclaimed that they were deeply in love"
"Yet more telling me that the Duke Aithur who taunted Liliana from the very first day he saw her actually had a secret lover outside the kingdom that he visited everyday and is now the one he left the title of Duke to marry?!"
He slammed the table again.
"Where the hell did she even come from! I never remembered reading about a secret liver or anything!"
"Did she appear out of midair like smoke. And even what's worse, why is liliana getting married to that shitty, useless and laziness incarnate Crown Prince! Who doesn't even know which side his crown should be placed"
Luther huffed in anger as he facepalmed. He was seriously pissed.
"I curse you..."
He jumped up.
"YOU STUPID AUTHOR, HOW DID YOU MAKE SUCH A STUPID BOOM LIKE THIS. FOR DOING THIS I HOPE YOU DIE OR ROT FOR ALL ENTIRETY"
"YOU WASTER MY ENTIRE TIME!"
Luther didn't notice he had hit the kettle when he jumped up, it waved and rested at the edge. Luther moved to graphic his jacket, murmuring that he was going to skin the author if he ever saw him but accidently slipped and fell face down.
He groaned and turned.
_damn it, I'm so pissed_
A Clank
Luther looked up and instantly paled, the kettle swirled on the edge before finally it dropped.
_oh sh*t_