Azazel stalked the halls of the Castle that overlooked the Fields of Seresval, in the courtyard he saw the mercenaries he had hired doing drills, and in the distance the fort built by one of the nobles who sided with him, apparently they were old friends of Lucrezia who had been told to essentially get fucked earlier in the school year.

Not that mattered anyway, they would be perfect for meat shields, Azazel grabbed his sword, the blade whispered sweet nothings at his ear and calmed his fury.

A beautiful blonde woman was there, inside that blade and he loved her with all his being, alas that love was not to be and he had to resort to boring humans in the walking world, his harem as Lucrezia had called in that fateful day.

"You are a worthy master, she will rue the day forevermore when she comes to fight you in your domain" Artorius whispered from the sword and Azazel smiled, the Sacred Relic was a powerful weapon, made to fight the elven menace from the sea and handed down to the members of his family ever since the founding of the Kingdom of Vermilion.

He would not must not lose the coming battle! he would not suffer such shame!

Going to the courtyard, he began training in the martial arts handed down from his grandfather to him, the mercenaries in awe of his prowess and his women cheering him on, Azazel felt like a God, and the blade sang in his ear, the power coursing through his veins as each form became more elaborate and swift.

Once the display of power was over, he had a bath with a selected few of his harem, having his way with them eased his nerves and gods knew he was a bundle of those in the last week.

When his informants told him of the Airships from the Principality had come specifically for Lucrezia he felt the cold elven steel in his neck. Those elves were trouble, they rarely bothered with the outside world, much less in the ways of war, and now she had received military aid from them!

Not just that, the foul machinery she and her Patron God spawned, weapons of war that ill befitted the theater of war they were in, those kept him up at night more than anything for his War Blessing told him they were trouble.

The big trouble with a capital T.

One of the newer members of his Harem, some vampire girl he couldn't remember the name but she was cute enough so he didn't bother, she was in charge of cleaning his gear and had yet to be ushered into the inner circle came up to him with cold water and a towel.

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She looked demure, shy, and tiny just how he liked his women, Azazel smirked in lust and confidence as he grabbed the items and slapped her in the butt as she left, basking in the sun felt good, dispelling the dread he was feeling.

Azazel's Mother, Father, and Grandfather came to visit him, Grandfather in particular was once a great war hero, and his mother followed in such fame by becoming a hurricane of death in the war against Grannarius.

Both users of the Sacred Sword, both linchpins for the country, and after this battle he too would become one, it was already news that the Queen would make a move on Lucrezia's life if he could entrap the whore and deliver her to the Queen.

3 generations of heroes, a nice accolade that any noble family worth their salt would envy!

"Azazel, spar with me" his grandfather commanded and he did as so, men and women gathered in the courtyard as they fought, Azazel with the Sacred Sword and his Grandfather with a regular steel saber.

"You have grown strong my son, it pleases me greatly the world will once again have a chance to see the relic being used to dispatch the enemies of our fair nation" his mother spoke with the favor of a cultist, he knew that after father had passed away the woman had gone a little funny in the head, refusing treatment made unstable but under the direct command of Malphas, she was let loose on the Grannarius's elves who had killed her husband.

Many were left in awe during the slaughter that day, Azazel was given a first-hand account by his personal Knights who were there, she became a hurricane of steel and blood! Wild and Chaotic his grandfather told him.

The spar ended and the courtyard erupted into claps, Grandfather's style was honed to perfection, every single movement meant and none wasted, Azazel felt his style was a healthy mix of both as his harem cleaned him up.

"May the Gods bless you with victory Azazel," his family said as they left, he smiled and nodded, for he knew he would be the victor!

Two hooded figures sat inside a dungeon, their masks covering even their mouths.

"I thought we were past such deceptions? what is the meaning of this encounter?" The figure with the white mask asked the one with the red mask replied.

"There have been complications, Uumaries has withdrawn support from our cause" Red replied "Our benefactors will have a stronger hand in the dealings now"

White tapped her slender finger on the table "Ill tidings, Uumaries was the perfect scapegoat, you are still in this then?"

Red sneered "To the end, he will belong to us"

White nodded "Good, I've sent some of my men to helo Azazel as mercenaries, we can't risk sending forces from our Benefactors now, has the third piece moved at all?"

Red sighed "No, there are still delays with the poison, and getting into the water supply of the academy is proving to be...hard" she looked up to the low ceiling "we may have to delay her activation"

White tapped her fingers again "As long as she remains true to the cause then, will you join Azazel's forces by the by?"

Red made a no mention with her head "Nay, I am more of a backline type fighter anyway, our plans have been disrupted once again but they march onwards, should anything happen on your end be sure to notify me"

Both figures disappeared in a flash, and then the dungeon was swallowed hole by an unseen animal.