William couldn't move a single muscle.

All he could do was stare blankly at a white ceiling in a poorly lit room.

He tried as hard as he could yet, efforts were not repaid in that moment.

Looking at his squirming figure, a silhouette walked into the light revealing hazel-brown hair, a mature face, and voiding eyes.

It was Fenn.

"Relax. The after-effects of the curse will disperse after an hour or two."

William heard his words and ceased his futile efforts.

The room had completely white walls and a broken lamp swung from side to side at the hem of the room.

The door was closed completely, its lock was on its last hinges.

William now noticed that despite the bad lighting and his dazy vision that there were people other than Fenn.

He couldn't guess who. Maybe some doctors?

He then looked at the 3 other silhouettes in the room.

One had a large build with broad shoulders, a sword was visible by their backside.

The other was built like a girl and William could see outlines of a lace dress.

The last was so far in the darkness as he stood by the corner that William was doubting his existence.

One could make out a build similiar to Fenns but very slightly more tenacious and slightly taller. Some sort of object lay by his waist, but most likely a sword.

Fenn monitored William's condition with wary eyes before a girl of William's age range came out from the shadows.

Her hair was black with tinges of green.

Her face was the most beautiful William had ever seen.

Her skin was of the perfect tone.

Her posture and movement were perfectly practiced and almost seemed instinctive to her.

William didn't know if his condition was influencing his eyes or if he was in the real world right now.

William tried to move his arm to reach out for her yet it merely shook awkwardly.

The girl looked at William before looking at a heap of letters beside him.

"It looks like you're quite popular, William Yellow."

Her voice was geniunely impressed and somewhat slavish.

William couldn't see the pile of letters yet from her tone of voice he imagined it was quite the spectacle.

She began picking up letters and reading off the senders.

"Count Crawl, the Dragovich, the Tundra's, the Culadors, Baron Baresmith, and the Little Lord of Westbury."

She had a slight chortle as she raised her hand to her mouth.

"But you'll be picking me today, luckily for you.."

Her voice became flat and calm.

William's eyebrows rose in questionability.

What was going on?

Her voice was light-hearted and elegant as she called out her two suboardinates.

"Darrel take care of Fenn."

"Vein, get the contract signed.

Fenns face contorted into anger. A light shade of red marauding it.

"What are you doing, Scarlet."

Scarlet ignored him as she began to walk out of the room.

"Have fun now."

And as the door shut on him, Fenn gulped and held back his anger.

Darrel.

One of the 9 High-Swordsmen of the Deuce Family.

He had beige skin and a huge hairy head.

His muscles were always vigorous and pumped as he used immense strength in everyday tasks.

He carried a greatsword on his back that he now unsheathed.

He wore a magician's robe despite his swordsmen class.

It was the property of the last magician he had slayed.

That's right.

His name was Darrel, Killer of the Contortionists.

It was concerning how often he would change his robe.

He commonly took robes with hoods causing his build to be all the more foreboding.

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Fenn began to take out his blade as Darrel swung for his neck but gave up halfway.

Fenn sighed as he dropped his sheath to the ground whilst his eyes looked forwards bored.

"Smart man."

A hissy voice emerged from behind him.

A cold and chilling breath ran down his spine.

It was Vein.

Another one of the Deuce families 9 High-Swordsmen.

He was the youngest high-swordsman at 16.

He had frizzy black hair that contrasted starkly to his pale-white skin.

His ocean-blue eyes were mystifying as he crippled his enemies with speed and ancient techniques.

Rumours had it that he had one day stumbled into an ancient scripture which he now practiced.

His build was strong but more on the agile side.

He always wore black and had an odd tendency to trip people up from boredom.

He used a dagger and a blade.

Fenn let out an unnoticeable sigh of relief as he felt a small blade being removed from the space behind his neck.

Although he certainly held quite a few tricks, he was not cocky enough or foolish enough to release them in this small environment with an around medium chance of sucess.

If it was just stone-smashing Darrel then he would probably already have retaliated however Vein was the most mysterious of the 9

He only used regular assassination and sword-play techniques because he had never been pushed far enough.

No one actually wanted to push him that far, in all honesty.

The last time an ancient technique was used was by the Dawn King.

Although the details were swiftly cleared up by the Dawn Countries authorities, the word spread of his defeat against Vibrakolah.

Despite practicing an Ancient Scripture he too was decimated within 3 spells.

Yet most men within the King-Rank would be lucky to survive half a spell from Vibrakolah.

This alone spoke miles for the power of Ancient-Scriptures.

After thinking about this, Fenn was even more nervous.

He watched as Vein slowly strided towards William Yellow.

A faint aura of black smoke seemed to constantly emerge and implode by his backside.

Darrel kept his sword infront of Fenn incase a conflict was to arise.

Fenn thought of whether he should let his sword's curse activate but decided to let the situation play itself out for now.

William watches as a man with undead-features and frizzy black hair stood above him.

His head loomed over like a satanic viper.

Williams eyes squinted as a bright ethereal blue screen emerged before him.

Name: Fenn Crane

Status: One of the 9 High-Swordsmen of the Deuce Family

Stats:

Strength {-L-}

Agility {-H-L-}

Durability {-A-}

Intelligence {-A-}

Stamina {-A-}

Charisma {-A-}

Magic {-I-}

Class: Umbra's Hilt

Rank: Legendary

{System Note: His weakness is Dragon-Fire and Forbidden Spells}

'Whoah,whoah whoah.'

{What is wrong, Savior.}

William screamed at his system internally.

'I really like you system but, who's weakness isn't dragon-fire and forbidden spells?'

'And how would I even get those?'

{System was just training to be helpful.}

William sighed with a tired expression.

'Well maybe you should have-."

{System is going to sleep.}

'Wait wha-.'

William stared at the ceiling with newfound dumbfoundedness.

The system slept?

As he was having an entire new line of thoughts, Vein who was staring down at him wavered a peace of paper towards his finger.

"Sign it." His voice was irritated and commanding.

William wanted to use all his logic to talk about he couldn't exactly move right now but Vein figured the situation out for himself.

"Oh I see."

So he did the most logical thing to do.

He grasped Williams soft and flawless right hand and rose it.

Williams sealed form trembled and grew red from the pain.

His cheeks puffed unhealthily as veins sprouted all over him.

Vein stuffed a pen down his hand and slowly made him write out his name.

William was now muddled with purple as he begged for halting within his mind.

Drool slithered through his lips as Vein added the finishing touches.

"There."

Vein admired the contract in the light before looking down.

Williams shooken and traumatized state was a sight for sore eyes.

He looked pissed for a split-second before he decided to turn around and meet William in the eyes.

"Grow up Kid."

And then he and Darrel left the room,

Fenn swiftly checked Williams condition before nursing him back to a normal state.

His hand had been trembling to take out his blade.

He whispered so that their shrinking figures would not hear.

"Don't worry. They wouldn't dare kill you. Not when Scarlet wants you so badly."

He sighed.

It was tough co-existing with maniacs on the daily.

Hours passed as Fenn waited by William's side.

Soon jolts coursed through William's body like lightning and he found himself mobilized once again.

As he stood up and did some basic stretches he did his best to forget earlier events.

He wanted a new leaf.

He wouldn't be traumatized.

He would be growing past this event.

Fenn's eyes soon shook with anger and confusion as a large figure appeared by the door.

It was Darrel.

He carried around his huge chunk of steel whilst removing the hood covering his face.

His eyes were serious and his mouth was spitting.

With bulging muscles, he threw a wild swing at Fenn.

Fenn unsheathed his blade.

Dodging would risk William getting injured.

The impact was so blunt that no sparks dared fly.

A brief gust of wind blew past Fenn as he was questioning the reason behind this attack.

Fenn felt his hand start to crease as the two didn't clash but rather let their blades hold each other through gravity.

Dong.

A small reverberation rang out as William's body crumbled to the ground.

Vein had knocked William lightly with his prided Caliginous Dagger. William's body soon fell to the right and landed with a light thud. Sending small regions of dust around the room.

Vein picked it up with his spare hand whilst putting his dagger back in its hold.

"Thanks for the nursing. It suits you."

Vein let out a cold snark as he and Darrel soon left the grounds.

Fenn wanted to fight back yet couldn't.

He would only humiliate himself.

He cursed his powerlessness.

A husky voice cracked through the edges of his blade.

Fenn stared at it in utter repugnance.

"Do you wa-n-t-."

Ching.

Fenn sheathed his sword causing a sharp noise to reverb.

He didn't want power at the cost of something that was far worse than being powerless.

He scrunched his hair up with his right hand before making himself at home in the hospital ward.

His blade had been getting crazier and more daring with every coming day.

He didn't know how long he could last.

But if he did ever go berserk.

He made sure to put Vein and Darrel at the top of his beserk list.

He chuckled to himself heartily at the thought.

A hearty chuckle that soon turned flat.

He was running.

He wasn't exactly thinking straight.

Yet he ran to the Lady of the Dukedom's room with all his speed.

In fear that something could have happened to the innocent young boy with whom he had sparred.

Knowing the Lady, he wouldn't be surprised if something dastardly was already being completed.

He remembered Vein's snarky actions and his speed increased two-fold.

He was just barely blurring through corridors whilst piecing together possible scenarios.

His teeth grit as hard as they could.

"Please. Don't be too late."

Sweat formed on his brow as he flew through a closed door.

He didn't care for the shrapnel flying alongside him as he met eyes with all those in the darkly-lit room.

A contract, two men holding a slightly beaten William by the pits.

It was the Old Eras old-fashioned enslavement technique.

Knocking the victim into a perilous situation whilst forcing them to sign your unfair contract.

What had the old-man been teaching the Lady?

Scarlet sat like the sly toad she was whilst William watched disgusted and revolted.

He had been fooled by her fresh cover.

Fenn didn't stop with a flashy entrance.

Before he knew it, he had drawn his blade.

And it chose that day out of any day. Out of the years, it had stayed dormant and studious. It just had to have chosen that day.

To go truly berserk.