The extensive vast ocean streches before our eyes as we made our way to the shore from the port on foot. It doesn't take long as we're able to move more quickly than the common folk.

A figure completely covered in black metallic armor washes up the shore. I am curious as to how this person survived despite wearing what seems to be metallic armor at the sea. You could ignore the need to stay afloat only when you are at that Boikin's level of power.

At this time, I changed to my battle-wear so my clothes don't get ruined. It would be quite a hassle since they don't have any sort of reparation enchantments. They are more designed for comfort.

On the other hand, my battle-wear have multiple reparation enchantments. There's even one that completely prevents the destruction of it.

But the requirements for such an enchantment was extremely expensive as it uses an extremely rare plant. And such a plant was weaved into my royal crest onto the inside back of my cloak to make it happen.

Despite it being seperated from the rest of my battle-wear, it affects the entire set. Quite the delightful and convenient herb it is, unfortunate that there are so few that could be cultivated in the Kingdom.

Oh, and I made the entire set myself. I did follow the clothing designs and got help from the Elves though.

Actually, I made most of my equipment myself since they apparently have better conditions than if someone else were to make it.

As such, I have my self-made weapon for this scenario. The blacksmiths of my country deem it a unconventional weapon though, as I sacrificed what was actually much needed durability for magical damage.

But, it has become my main weapon anyways as it has more durability than my Lakri... Albiet not much more.

But I believe it is fitting for this situation, as two officers drag the metallic armor further from shore so as to keep it from being swept away back into the ocean. Among the entourage, only Arikan has a sign of interest as her tail was swaying more vibrantly than earlier.

The others, Lusaix and ArdinKir'ka are alert. Because they are fully aware of how potentially powerful this person is since he could float with met-

The officers that was dragging the man suddenly almost fell over. Lusaix and ArdinKir'ka both raise their weapons on reflex, ready to strike down whoever was in the armor.

But the officers continued to drag the person without any further incident. Say, did it just become heavier...?

I understand now...

"Drop him." I ordered. The officers immediately dropped him on response and he landed on the sand before us, not facing our way however. The impact from collapsing has seem to not wake it as the collapsed body made no sudden movement.

This caught Lusaix and ArdinKir'ka off guard as they show a surprised expression. They then turn towards me... What?

"Take off his armor, you can destroy it if you have to, but do try avoid damaging it." I ordered again. The officers then put their hands on the armor, searching for ways to take apart his armor, and one of the officers took off the shoulder part with ease.

The other officer saw what the former did and tried doing the same thing and succeeded as well. Then they proceeded to take apart the rest of the survivor's armor off without damaging it.

As they were about to start on his helmet, I stopped them. "Cease. Leave the armor pieces behind and continue dragging him to shelter." I ordered them.

I looked around and got a soldier to pick up the armor pieces and deliver to a nearby blacksmith for examination at a later time. I then follow after the officers who made their way to a good distance with the entourage following me.

After we made a good distance, the officers reached a small and seemingly badly maintained shack surrounded by a small number of trees. I stopped everyone but Lusaix and ArdinKir'ka from following me in to the small space.

The officers laid the unconscious man against the wall. "Take off his helmet now."

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And his face was revealed. We knew it from the beginning, but his features on his head confirms one detail.

The unconscious man is Human. In the Kingdom, there are no presense of Humans in it. In the immediate vicinity of this shack, only me, Lusaix, and ArdinKir'ka have ever made any interactions with Humans.

These Humans. They sometimes call me a Vampire, with one saying it's because of my white skin. I have come in contact with one, and their skin was not as white as mine.

Those Vampires are the rather vile folk. I would much prefer to not be refered to as such.

They are rather contradictory as in they hunt the people of the Races, but are very defensive if their own kind is hunted. It would be rather frustrating to deal with such creatures.

I ask for the Human's sword and recieved it from ArdinKir'ka. I then use a little strength to stab down into the ground with the sword.

The sword is met with a bit of resistance when it penetrates into the floor, but my strength allows it to easily pierce it. The sword is larger than me, so I bury a lot of it into the dirt.

I stop when the sword's hilt reaches my waist. To which I then put both of my palms on the sword's pommel.

I then ignited a bit of mana and created water in a bucket that was in the room. That mana will come back when it's time.

"Wake him up." One of the officers, who saw what I did to the bucket, complied and grabbed the bucket with the water I magically put in it, and splashed my cast into the man about to experience a rude awakening.

The vulnerable man, as we all expected, gained consciousness. Being, forcefully awakened, he floundered about.

"You're awake." I stated the obvious in greeting. I motioned the officers to clear the room as they may get caught up.

The unsightly figure hyperventilates as he scans the room with haste. I force him to stop on me however and he does.

I unearth his sword and tossed it in the air, caught it by the double fuller, and threw the sword at a wooden beam next to him as if it was a javelin. I hold up my hand and unsheathed my own sword with my other.

The filth immediately grabbed at the buried sword without any hesitation and broke it free from the beam. Half of the roof collapsed on him though.

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I kicked most of the fallen rubble, kicking him as collateral as he was sent flying by the rubble that I kicked.

His shadowy figure smashed against the tree, snapping the tree itself at the trunk with his momentous impact. He falls over along with the killed tree.

I walk over to him. "You've made quite the mistake."

With his sword still in hand despite all that impact to his spine, he struggles to stand up. "Quite the tenacious one, are you? You seem to still want to fight despite losing the initiative I gave you. Or is it your own fool-hardyness, Human? Whatever it is, you don't wish to stop yet, do you?"

I reached his range. He moved.

He, for whatever reason, decided it was a good idea to stab me with his broadsword. I just side-stepped his sudden act.

I grab his sword fuller by my fingers without hesitation and pulled it to me, pulling him at me. I then grabbed his arm and-

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-Kneed him in the lower area. He falls over and I took the moment to looks at Lusaix and ArdinKir'ka.

For some reason, Lusaix is covering ArdinKir'ka's eyes. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?

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I then step on the fallen man's back and press on it to hold him down. The man moans in pain from me exerting force onto my boot.

Oh, and he also dropped his sword finally. "Not so tough it appears. You didn't last long and it only took a weak blow then submitted under my foot."

After a while, it seemed that he attained sobriety. I still had my sword unsheathed however, as it loomed over the back of his neck.

"Incompetent Human. You've already survived a near-death experience once, and yet you throw yourself into Death's maw once again? Truly undisciplined like the rest." I mock him directly and his race indirectly.

I then place more pressure onto my foot, to which he didn't seem to make much of a reaction of, so-

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I kicked him away to Lusaix and ArdinKir'ka. "Lock him up in the port's prison, Level 5."

I will let them deal with him now. I still have other things to attend to.

The three who stayed outside aside from the two officers; Arikan, Asther, and Feldur, they had expressions of nervousness when I walked out through the shack's door as if it was still a standing building.

"What is the matter?" I asked them. They seem to flinch a bit when asked, but immediately regained their calm.

"Nothing is wrong your Majesty." The three replied at once.

"If there is nothing, then we will go back to the fortified port." I ordered as I look back at the battered humanoid, currently carried by ArdinKir'ka on his shoulder.

"Make sure he is properly secured in his new 'housing'." I said to Lusaix.

"Yes, your Majesty." We then promptly left the beach, leaving the remnants of the scene to the officers and the leading field captain, who were also getting ready to leave, as they wouldn't wish to linger on a spot where chaos would be wrought in the not so distant future.