The Prince Of Magic

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It had been fifteen minutes or so when Dia exited out of the building, leaving Kieran on his lonesome.

He had been relaxing by the lounge area near the reception desk, watching some gameplay videos in Utube to pass the time and to calm his nerves.

It was something that he always did whenever he doesn't got shit to do before entering combat. He figured he might as well enjoy himself while he can in case something happens to him later on.

The building was curiously silent, as if abandoned. But that was understandable.

When the others blasted themselves off to the island, Edward Miles had ordered the building to be put under lockdown and commanded his employees to go below the headquarters, so that they may be safe in case something were to happen. And something did happen, the building was about to be trespassed by shitty people that his master remarked as enemies.

"And I just happen to be in this deep. F.u.c.k.i.n.g great…" Kieran deadpanned.

When Kieran heard the gunshots, he instantly became alert, knowing that the time for leisure was over.

The amber eyed servant stood up from the lounge with a resigned sigh.

He pocketed his phone inside his jacket as he lazily made his way out of the lounge, shoulders slightly slouched and hands in his pocket. So focused he was in his worries, he did not even noticed there was something in front of him before it hit him, literally speaking.

The lazy expression on his face quickly contorted into grimace when he stumbled into a transparent glass, face first.

He cursed as he backed away with a hand on his face, barely managing to center himself and avoid falling on his arse.

"Ugh… f.u.c.k.i.n.g doors." Kieran glared at the twin glass doors, which opened for him fully. "Couldn't they had made a metallic one instead of this shit?"

Resisting the urge to shoot the translucent sliding doors, the amber eyed servant walked to the center of the next room.

Behind him, the dark doors of the elevator was in sight. But Kieran paid it no mind other than a glance before he made his way to the center and stood there.

The way where Dia had exited was also the entrance to the building as well as the exit.

With his position, Kieran had the advantage of seeing who would be able to get inside the premises and who will leave. But, once a fight occurred outside, Kieran was instructed to move to the main hallway where guests were received.

And now here he is, standing by on his lonesome with a hand on his holstered gun.

The main hallway was spacious and well-furnished. In the center of the room, there was a number of lights set into a straight line. The walls of the hallway were made of fine, smooth beige cement.

Its walls were complimented by the red carpeted floor made of velvet. The ceilings were high and decorate with beautiful carved statues that would not be out of place in an art museum.

Seeing such opulence for a simple hallway made Kieran snort in derision, which allowed him to forget his predicament for a moment.

'Magi and their weird tastes. I can only imagine the cost to make this room…' He thought as he inspected the ceilings.

He was brought back to reality when the gunshots became louder and numerous, accompanied by pained grunts and cries as the battle outside went on.

Sensing a small group of unknown people approaching, Kieran turned his gaze to the entrance, just in time to see the black tinted glass doors opened automatically to admit someone.

The amber eyed servant quirked a brow when he saw a group of armed people wearing black militaristic attire with helmets rushed inside before slowing to a stop a few feet away from him.

With him in their sights, they immediately pointed their assault rifles and shotguns towards him without warning.

Unperturbed by their actions, Kieran simply adjusted his stance and put a hand on his hip, leaning most of his weight on one foot than the other.

The expression on his face was the very picture of someone disinterested and bored out of his mind.

The reason for his discontent was the fact that he got scared at the thought of fighting these people earlier, only to discover then that they were no more than weaklings he can take on by himself.

He was still wary at the thought of possible death at their hands, but now that they were close enough for him to sense their power, Kieran was sure he has the advantage in the upcoming fight.

'Sides, I got the Boss to pull me out if things get messy…' He frowned thoughtfully. 'There's one thing that's bugging the hell outta me… why do I feel some familiarity with these bastards?'

Before he could think deeper into it, he was broken out of his reverie when the soldiers in the middle parted to make way for someone.

Said someone was an old gentleman in his late fifties, whose long gray hair fell straight down his back and has dark gray eyes.

He was dressed in an all-white suit, complete with a dark crimson tie and a pair of white gloves that covered his hands. He has a pale complexion and stood a few heads taller than Kieran. Based on his aristocratic features alone, he can easily pass off as a European native.

What sparked Kieran's interest however, was the look of boredom in the old man's eyes.

The old man's eyes held a cold, unfeeling vibe similar to most magi, but the disinterested glint within them was more prominent than his own.

Silently, Kieran wondered what bored the old gentleman that much, considering as the location he trespassed was anything but. Furthermore, there was something strange about the old man standing a few feet away from him.

Kieran can't put a finger on it, but he sensed something odd about old magus… something that made him different from the soldiers still pointing their guns at him.

Suspicious but focused more on the situation, he filed the thought away in the corner of his mind as he heard the old gentleman speak.

"Greetings, do you happen to know where a young mage by the name of Hadrianus Mathius von Schweinorg is?" He asked calmly.

Kieran's right eyebrow twitched in irritation.

The question was phrased in a polite manner, but the tone he used to say it was cold and snobbish, which rubbed Kieran the wrong way as he felt annoyed at the bored stare he was being given by the old man. It was as if he was nothing more than an unsightly c.o.c.kroach undeserving even an ounce of his attention.

The two of them had just met and Kieran was already getting the urge to outright murder the old bastard instead of answering him.

However, he was also curious as to why the old bastard would go so far just to find his master's whereabouts.

Still, just because he was curious doesn't mean that Kieran would need to be polite to him.

To be fair, the old bastard was the rude one, giving him the attitude on first meeting, not him.

"The f.u.c.k you want, old man? Better yet, who the f.u.c.k are ya?" The amber-eyed retainer returned with a glare.

It was silent for a few moments as the old bastard simply rose a gray brow at his 'welcoming' inquiry.

Most likely surprised by his eloquent choice in words, Kieran presumed.

Now that he thought about it, he does have that effect on people. Case in point, the way those three witches (Arturia, Scáthach and Medusa) always seemed to be annoyed with him nearly every time he opens his damn mouth, which was nothing new in his opinion.

With the exception of Hadrian and his family, most people don't really take well to his presence.

Even when he doesn't say anything, Kieran always seemed to bring out the worst in people.

He doesn't know whether that had something to do with his personality (which, he would admit, was not the ideal kind to have to make friends), his choice of words, or simply his past altogether.

Perhaps, it might even be all of the above.

Shrugging at his own train of thought, Kieran focused his attention on the old mage, who began to speak again.

"My name is Jester Karture, and I'm here to see your Master." He introduced himself in a calm, prim tone.

As the old mage did so, a quick telepathic conversation occurred within Kieran's mind as he opened the mind link to his liege.

'Boss, this bastard wanna see ya. Response?' The amber eyed servant asked.

'Denied.' His master answered with utter nonchalance.

'So, does this mean I can kill him?' Kieran asked, wanting clarification and permission.

'Yes. Make sure to be thorough, so that none of them will leave here alive. Other than that, you can do whatever you want with them.'

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