The sight of what was in front of him simply left him speechless. The change of atmosphere from being in an endless cesspool to a fully lit space overwhelmed him.

What was in front of him was a huge room: a space large enough to hold hundreds of people and with room to spare, and a ceiling so high that you had to look all the way up. The walls were white, adorned with a variety of gold decorations. Hanging from the ceiling were rows of opulent chandeliers made of rainbow-colored gemstones that emitted a fantastic glow. From the end of the hall to the vicinity where he was, a total of fifty giant pillars with different patterns were lined up and in the center of these pillars, as if it were a path, a huge carpet marked the path from the entrance. of the living room is the place where he was.

There was a low staircase that had about ten stairs adorned with gold and silver in the central area of the room and at the top was a majestic golden throne with a light red padding, on that golden throne he was sitting.

Behind the throne was a stained glass window that allowed the passage of natural light, the design of this was a coat of arms or flag, it consisted of two immense glass panels, one black and the other white, in the center of this was an imposing interconnected tree being the section of the tree that was in the black zone, white color and the section of the tree that was in the white zone, black color; around the tree were ten stars, five white and five black, with the same theme as the tree in the center, white stars in the black area and black stars in the white area; and on the upper part of this tree was a crown with the same theme of inverse colors to denote an absolute balance.

To anyone else, that glass would have simply been a stained glass window with a strange and extravagant design, but nothing familiar.

But he knew what it was, and that disturbed him.

"Impossible!" He exclaimed in alarm, but somehow slowly, but progressively his emotions were calmed.

"This! ... This can't be real" he knew, that flag had been designed by himself, it was a flag for a role-playing game.

"I ... I should ... be dead" That was the truth, but before his eyes he had another reality.

"My lord, is something wrong?" The words came from a female voice that had genuine concern in her voice.

Slowly directing his gaze to the source of the female voice, which belonged to a figure standing next to the throne, his blindness due to his shock had prevented him from noticing it.

On her body was a pure white dress. Paired with her dress, her silver hair that had a few streaks of pink, which was clipped on the sides to shoulder length but the back extended to roughly her shoulder blades.

Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.

Although her jade irises and vertical cat-like pupils were peculiar, she was an impeccable beauty. On her forehead was positioned a beautiful silver tiara with golden lines and from the tips of the tiara that was on her left and right temples had a beautiful design of protruding metallic wings, and on her waist there were a pair of wings with black feathers. Perhaps because of her winged tiara and delicately combed hair, her smile seemed to belong to a beautiful warrior queen, intelligent and calculating, but kind in her own way.

She was a woman whose beauty could be classified as exotic.

The upper part of her dress was close to her body, which allowed her perfectly balanced feminine figure to be easily visualized, while her long cross-cut skirt revealed the objective of allowing free mobility in her design, a kind of white choker with lines and Golden edging completely covered her neck and part of it extended slightly towards shoulders and chest. Her arms were covered by silk gloves that gave her a delicate appearance.

He knew who she was, or at least he suspected who she might be; her appearance perfectly matched the description of a character he had created.

If he was not mistaken, her name should be Keil, the hand of the king and guardian overseer.

He wasn't quite sure, but based on the background fragments he remembered. She was the character who oversaw the ten Castle Guardians, but at the same time she was also the closest person to the castle lord, that meant that her rank was above all the other inhabitants of the castle.

He stared at who he thought she might be Keil and wondered:

-"Is it really her?"

He unreservedly looked at Keil with sharp eyes as he analyzed the situation; the more he thought about it, the more surreal it all seemed. He decided to give the most casual comment possible.

"And you are….?

For some reason, the one who looked like Keil put a slight smile on her face as she retreated a few steps from the throne.

"Of course, a being as exalted as you should not waste your time remembering an insignificant insect like me." Holding the hems of her skirt at the height of her thighs, she made a perfect bow before continuing to speak. is in his presence is Keil.

That confirmed it, if she was Keil; but… if she was Keil, how was it possible that she existed? She was an RPG character.

How?

Why?

They were questions that he at this moment he was unable to answer.

The most logical thing was that it was a dream, but considering what he did before being submerged in that abyss of darkness, he saw it unlikely.

While he was thinking about what to do, he brought his right hand to his chin and immersed himself in his thoughts to analyze the situation, from time to time he made some nods or slight grimaces as his thoughts came and went.

Every conclusion, every possible answer was more ridiculous than the last.

In search of an answer and to shed some light on his current situation, he looked up from him and turned to Keil, he needed to ask certain questions to complete the puzzle that was in his mind.

"Keil, right?" I asked a rhetorical question as I started, she just nodded. "I guess you know who I am, right?"

Keil nodded before replying, "You are my lord and master."

"Mmm ... explain yourself

Keil swallowed with difficulty and her body suddenly tensed, it seemed that her words had caused some kind of concern in her.

Waiting for her did not matter to him, because internally he was surprised at himself, the voice that came from his lips did not correspond to the voice he had before arriving at this place.

His voice was much thicker and deeper than he remembered, it seemed to belong to a villain from some anime or movie. Why had his voice changed?

But the next words stunned him.

"You are Zark Ar Zathot, the ruler of Castle Damenburg."