Seeing her once again on what fate had turned to, Akatosh couldn't barley contain his composure knowing how she traumatized him on the chair.

Locking the door with a serious face. "I would like to ask some questions from you." Ashalain says, directing her eyes to him as she waves her hand sealing the knob.

Facing sideways, Akatosh mute himself, thinking silence would again leave him alone for good but she too was persistent.

"I see… We can do this all day." Grabbing the chair, as she sits in front of the door.

To see if who will be the one to snap out from their idle games. Akatosh snuck to his bed covering himself through the soft blanket, nonetheless, sloth is one of his habits. It didn't take long for Ashalain to be annoyed by his doing and spoke.

"I still have that magic I once used last time." Frightening him into conversation.

Irritated Akatosh finally race-baiting her words. "Look… I don't know what you want from me, but can you stop provoking, I'm tired of this play." Akatosh says, going towards the door for an escape.

"Just so you know, the door is magically sealed for you to realize." She frowns.

Ignoring her words, Akatosh went to open the door if she really put a barrier, as she said the door won't even twitch or open. Forcefully opening the door pulling the handle and even kicking, still it won't even budge.

Without any doubt Akatosh opens his bag, pulling out the short sword as he pierces the door–lock, to pried it open. But as he dipped the tip of the sword, a magical deflects as if sliding through a barrier of air.

There Ashalain calmly sits hearing his effortless work. And in just a mere minutes Akatosh finally give up, switching his target to the window but still, much like the door it was much harder to push.

Frustrated. "What do you want?!" He sighs in a tired tone.

"Do you know what you are holding?" She spoke.

"A bag of course." Akatosh replies, checking the room for a way out.

Ashalain frowns trying to intimidate, but still he was as hard as a steel. "It seems do you want a good example--".

Ignoring her once again Akatosh dip his hand to the spatial bag searching for something. Irritated by his blank responds, her frustration escalates and again she rams him to the wall. Cracking the wall from her punch, nearly to his head.

"Oh shit! Did I take it too far?" He thinks.

Bending her head as she clenches her teeth and spoke. "I had enough of this!"

Without saying another word, she walks towards the door. Dispelling her magic and carrying her frustration.

Holding his head to feel if it is still intact. "A punch like that would break my head like an egg for a morning meal."

Planning his next move, Akatosh first brought out the book which he took it from that cave. A hard leather cover colored in black and red and unknown symbols written.

Page by page he turns the book and its sheet, trying his hard to learn something from it. However, no matter how hard he cranks his mind there is nothing he gains. Even the words are different, except when he remembers about the kid from the blacksmith. Thought she may have some knowledge regarding the book.

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Heading downstairs looking for Ashalain if she still here he then asks Garry. "Did you by any chance see a blond woman, blue eyes wearing a dark armor, something like that."

"Mm-hmm, I may have seen her leaving the inn." He replies with a smile, after a brief short conversation, he gives his thanks before he departs.

His hours of flight on the road which he remembers his bad luck in frustration, he mumbled in anger. "Damn this bag, double damn this world of monsters, and triple damn that nuisance primitive barbaric blond woman who pave my three days old to a miserable life."

As he was saying, unaware he didn't saw Ashalain leaning on the tree, fully recording his voice. While as he vents his frustration, subsequently, he felt a cold atmosphere grasping his spinal back.

When he turns around to see who the person was, "Oh… it's you." Akatosh said, ignoring her face.

"You were saying?" She glairs in murder.

He shrugs for a second think as he turns around leaving her behind. "She's just an illusion, I hope she didn't hear that Hehe… Ima just be on my way." He mutters when Ashalain sudden grips his arm squishing his muscle like jelly but not too tightly.

"Will ye let go of me!" He groans.

She smiles a devious smirk, as Ashalain watches him slightly struggling with her. And without breaking a sweat she overthrows him to the ground locking both of his arms. And then she lays herself sitting atop of his stomach griping his hand. The ground sparkles, drawing a white circle.

"I'm I going to be ritual." He said trying to roll her over resulting to no avail.

Casting her magic that can detect and draw out demons and evil that harbors within a person. It is one of her abilities since she's a maiden of Azarus, a paladin. But all she found was nothing but a normal person without magic, a simple person without any abilities.

"Just who are you." She sighs in disappointment look, ending her spell.

Sweating like hell, heartbeats in turmoil, it was then a group of royal convoys arrives at the scene. A sensible and stoic man stops the carriage. Clearing his throat, the knight in golden armor, and a spear as his weapon he then shrugs.

Blushing in embarrassment Ashalain quickly stands to her feet. "It's not what you think Sir Lance." she stops when a man emerges from the royal carriage. By his passing all the men bow down to the prince of Aghraim the eldest son of king Helmes. Even Ashalain bows to him as he walks towards her. A quite handsome person and looking kind towards Ashalain but smells something.

"Who might be with you today miss Ashalain." He says, in a very charming voice.

And Akatosh can tell this prince guy has feeling towards Ashalain but what the heck, Akatosh desperately wants to get the fuck out of here.

For a moment Ashalain notices Akatosh starts to run away. But she quickly grabs his arm pulling him and pressing his head to bow down except Akatosh was persistent to bow. So, with great pressure she grips his hand, squishing his muscles and veins making him groan in whisper. She didn't want them to know that he is carrying a magical bag a powerful item one sought by every kingdom. Seeing Ashalain tightly holding his arm, the prince jealously in disgust towards Akatosh.

"Prince Harith, this is just my companion, we were traveling to Keshoval." Ashalain said.

"Huh… why is she counseling me?" Reckons Akatosh.

"Well, my father and I is also going to Keshoval, you can join us." Says the prince in a kind and charismatic way.

"I am thankful prince Harith but we're on a quest today. And I must decline your offer." Says Ashalain refusing his offer.

Disappointed. "I see. Then I would like to invite you to our kingdom next time. And Godspeed to you Ashalain." Says the prince as he walks away resuming their travels.

Guarded by more than forty people, well equipped, consisting of mage, paladins and guards. Akatosh observes the silky longhair man in golden plate mail, concluding he must be an acquaintance with Ashalain.

Until they were good as gone, Akatosh rested there at the grassy ground holding his squished arms. Breathing from the pain, he saw Ashalain coming but he didn't flinch nor move, he just sat there facing the cold breeze.

Laying her hands close to where my injured arm as she spoke. "Don't move I cast some healing". A white-blue light engulfs his injured arm, and in minutes his wounds recover.

In silence, she spoke again. "My healing may not be as good as Mishel, but it might be enough."

"I know about the bag if you want to know about me as well. I came from a land unknown to you, unknown to this world. I have no power nor magic and this is my only token, but it's up to you if you believe me or not." Akatosh confess when a man galloping a horse that of a knight stops at their place calling Ashalain.