The Four gates of Blackreach city were currently filled with thousands of people who all stood in line under the scorching light. Since Blackreach City was located at the center of the continent, it was constantly visited by multitudes of people from all four kingdom. Merchants, traders, mercenaries, and all sorts of people converged upon city in droves. This staggering number of visitors led to people standing in line for a long time just to be allowed entrance into the city.

Wesley was currently standing in line at the southern gate, he could have easily skipped the line since his being a noble exempts him from the process, however, Wesley felt nothing but disdain towards being a noble. He chose to stand in line for god knows how long, amongst the masses rather than being associated with such people as nobles.

His wait in line was not easy, the sun was high In the sky, and he was drenched in sweat with his originally pale face almost red from sunburn, but his anger was more than his discomfort. After three hours of standing in line, around early afternoon, Wesley finally reached the gate entrance.

The first thing Wesley noticed as he reached the gate was the ten or so guards who stood In attention at the gate. They all wore white armor with a shield emblem on their chests with each them showing great professionalism. Behind the white guards, sat a middle aged man wearing a golden armor with a head full of gray hair, he seemed to be the commander since he looked far more impressive than the rest. He had his eyes closed as if he was meditating which made him seem even more imposing for some reason.

As Wesley continued looking at the golden armored man, an annoyed shout came from a guard who was standing a little ahead of the other ten guards.

"You country bumpkin. Stop looking around like an idiot and step forward"

He sounded rather arrogant and pompous but that didn’t anger Wesley, it only caught his attention. Wesley noticed that the guard was a golden haired youth with a handsome face. His armor was white like those other ten guards, only he had few golden stripes on his shoulder signifying that he was an officer. Wesley just shrugged off the insult, and stepped forward. The guard looked at Wesley from top to bottom, and seeing his ragged and dirty appearance, a clear look of disgust appeared on his face and he spoke in a similarly disgusted voice:

"I don't think a beggar like you can afford to enter the city, leave"

Wesley was somewhat irritated, but he knew his appearance was indeed rather poor so he didn’t get angry and spoke in a soft respectful voice:

"My apologies mister Guard. I traveled far so my appearance is not great, but I can......"

Before Wesley could even finish his sentence, the guard cut him off and spoke with an annoyed voice:

"I said be gone trash"

Wesley was starting to get angry, but he still restrained himself and spoke again:

"Like I said mister guard, I need to ........"

This time the golden haired guard did not even speak. He drew his sword and swung towards Wesley's head intending to kill him. Seeing the sword that was aiming for his head, Wesley instinctively drew his own sword and used his Silent Counter.

A shrill scream full of agony filled the air. A hand was on the ground holding a sword and the golden haired guard was kneeling in front of a dark clothed youth screaming from the top of his lungs while staring at his now handless arm that was gushing blood by the gallon. He looked up at Wesley with a face full of hate and spoke in an agonized voice:

"You...You dare. I am the third son of Count Viten of the Ject Kingdom. I will have your head for this, I will have your entire family's heads for this."

It was not uncommon to find Ject Kingdom nobles serving in the Blackreach Army. Since Blackreach was a neutral buffer zone between the four kingdom, each kingdom sent contributed some soldiers. This was a popular assignment for nobles since it was a relatively safe, and they could enjoy the amenities offered by this metropolitan center while fulfilling their military service requirement.

Unfortunately for this one noble, while hoping to deter Wesley from further hurting him has resorted to his noble status. Hearing this Wesley felt a deep fire ignite deep within his heart and he let out a cold snort then swung his sword once more.

Suddenly, the screams of agony instantly disappeared. There was a deathly silence in the air and in the middle of it all stood one blue haired, dark clothed youth, and in front of him kneeled a headless body.

As soon as that first scream was heard, the golden armored immediately stood with an astonished look on his face, before he could even move, he heard the golden haired guard's words then his tension eased a little thinking that no one would dare hurt a noble, then he heard a small hmph leave the dark clothed youth's mouth, and next the golden haired youth lost his head.

His heart instantly dropped. He couldn’t believe that someone would dare kill a guard in broad daylight, in front of so many people, while knowing he was a noble and not even blink an eye. He felt his very core was shaken, and fear crept into his mind, but he steeled himself and shouted at the youth:

"You, What do you think you're doing. I'll have you hanged for this"

Wesley hearing the words of the golden armored man, looked up at him with cold eyes as if he has forgotten about his existence completely. He reached into his satchel, then pulled out a small, black rectangle. He tossed the little black rectangle towards the golden armored man, and spoke in a cold voice:

"And what is a proper punishment for a dog that attempts to bite its master"

The golden armored guard immediately caught the black rectangle and with a cautious face glanced at it. At first he wasn't expecting anything from the little rectangle, but the moment his eyes landed on the emblem on the rectangle, his heart almost stopped. A blue dragon with jade green.

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Seeing this, the guard instantly understood, killing the third son of a noble was nothing in front of those who hold this emblem. He could kill the noble's entire family and there would be no complaints. He was surprised why the emblem was in the hands of such a poor looking youth, or why he was alone and amongst the commoners, but the words and actions of the youth confirmed his identity. He immediately fell on one knee and spoke in an apologetic and terrified voice:

"My Lord"

The scene baffled the hundreds of people who were standing closest to the gate, but the ones who were most surprised were the ten guards who were about to rush towards Wesley, however, seeing their commander kneel down, they reluctantly kneeled down as well. Wesley just walked slowly towards the golden armored guard.

The moment he was within arms reach of the guard commander, he reached towards the little rectangle with his sword still drawn. The moment he put the emblem in his satchel, Wesley sheathed his sword and spoke to the guard commander:

"Clean up that mess"

Then he just walked past him and into the city.

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A few hours after the incident at the gate, Wesley was currently sitting in a small Inn. He was sitting alone with a dark look on his face. He felt truly horrible about what he did earlier. Every time he thought back about what he did, his stomach would contract and he would be on the verge of throwing up.

No, not the killing of that noble. Actually he rather enjoyed that, it seems that only remedy to his aching heart and the rage within himself was the blood of those arrogant and mighty nobles who think themselves special. They for some reason believe that they can't be killed since they are nobles, so seeing them terrified as death approached them gave him an incomparable thrill.

What truly disgusted him beyond measure was what he did after he killed that trash of a noble. Using his status as a noble to justify his actions caused him a tremendous amount of stress. He was reluctant to use that damn emblem, but if he didn’t he would have had to kill all the guards. And since they were all well trained soldiers, he would have needed to use magic, but if he did that, he would be needed to kill every person who was present. How different is he from those nobles he despised most that hide behind their names and status to make people suffer, when he himself was doing the same thing.Perhaps, he isn't different at all, maybe, he was the exact same.

As Wesley continued his pondering, he was approached by the bartender. The bartender would rather ignore such a ragged looking child, but he couldn't just let some beggar occupy space that could have been used by paying. As soon as he was writing speaking range of Wesley, He spoke with a rather disrespectful tone and said:

"You must buy something to sit here."

Wesley who was engrossed in his self pity, suddenly looked up. Looking at the frowning face of the bartender, Wesley instantly understood that he was confused for a beggar. For some reason, this made him feel better, he convinced himself that if he truly was a noble he wouldn’t be confused for a beggar. He suddenly smiled at the thought of being a beggar, then spoke to the bartender with the grin still on his face:

"Haha, apologies mr. Bartender. The house special please."

Hearing Wesley's words the bartender was startled, then he frowned even more. He still believed that Wesley was still a beggar who was planning on dining then dashing. But his surprised returned once again as Wesley tossed him a gold coin and spoke again:

"Also, arrange a room for me please."

Seeing the gold coin in his hand, and seeing the ragged cloth Wesley wore, he felt conflicted, but money was money, and he would never turn away a paying customer, so his attitude made a complete turn:

"Certainly Sir. Anything else you would like"

"Haha no, that should be all, thank you" Wesley spoke in a cheerful tone which helped the bartender breathe a sigh of relief since he was exceedingly rude before.

"Understood Sir."

Wesley felt a slight dejection at how the bartender's attitude suddenly changed, but he still felt some relief at being treated like a beggar.

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For the next few days, Wesley remained in his room at the Inn refining. A lot of things weighed on his young mind, so he decided to remain inside his room to sort out his thoughts until the examination day.

The morning of the examination, Wesley finally left his room and went downstairs to have some breakfast and ask the bartender for directions to the Four Moons Academy. Surprisingly, Wesley didn’t change out from his travel clothes, although they were less dusty after being washed, they still looked ragged and poor. He truly seemed to enjoy being confused for a beggar, since he believed that the opposite of a noble is a beggar, the more virtuous and honest of the two is the beggar.

After eating a filling breakfast and getting directions to the academy, Wesley left the inn after paying his tap, and headed towards the Academy.

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Is Wesley bipolar? Maybe

Is He a sociopath? Maybe

is He based on someone i know? Maybe

Does he get any crazier???? YOU BET YOURE A**