Chapter 4: Sebas

  The sun was shining overhead, the air was clear as could be in the capital, and Sebas was having a rather average day. Of course, his average day started and ended just as it always did since he had gotten here. With him buying a magic scroll.

  As he walked into the building itself, the people around him looked on as they usually did. With hushed whispers and harsh hisses as if he couldn’t hear them all. While he didn’t really mind all the attention, it sometimes did detract from his mission.

  The floor creaked as he walked upon it. As if it was a hundred years old. The floor boards were brand new, though that didn’t stop them from creaking as people walked upon them. He was no different. The walls were wooden as well, tall and brightly polished as they were.

  Sebas soon made it to the desk in front of him. The man manning the front desk looked at him with a smile. Sebas had become known as quite the polite customer, and was looked upon favorably by the staff. In fact some of the female staff were quite close to asking him out.

  “Good afternoon,” Sebas greeted, and got a nod in response.

  “Greetings, how may I help you today?” asked the employee, rather happy that his st customer for the day was this butler.

  “I was wondering if I could look at your scroll catalogue for today. Just to see what’s for sale,” Sebas said, his tone professional.

  “Of course, sir, right away,” replied the employee, grabbing it from under the counter.

  As Sebas looked throughout the book, the customers along with several of the employees whispered among themselves even more so. The day was ending, and people were tired. Their grip on their tongues were less so than normally would have been.

  As Sebas came to a page, he paused and read the passage with a magical monocle that he had been gifted by his master. It was the floating board spell. A rather simple spell, in effect. Yet, it was one of the handier spells out there. He pointed to it.

  “Could you expin to me what this, “Floating board,” spell is?” he asked, his tone questioning.

  “Of course,” said the man, “the, “Floating Board,” spell is a first tier spell often used for transportation. It conjures a magical board about one meter on all sides, and is easy to move. Very useful for transportation as I have said,” he expined.

  “Thank you,” Sebas said, putting his monocle away, “I would like to purchase one such scroll,” he asked, and the employee nodded his head.

  “Of course, one moment while I grab it,” he said, and walked over to the back of the store to procure it.

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  With his chores done, and his supplies purchased for the day, Sebas could safely walk home. Of course, he was safe any day in the city full of mortal humans. Yet, he felt like taking a detour for today.

  He turned his eyes to his shadow, and spoke. The shadow quivered and morphed. This was his shadow demon.

  “Shadow demon, go and tell Solution that I’ll be a bit te today. I pn on taking a detour,” he told the shadow demon, and it rushed away, ready to rey the message.

  Sebas nodded his head, a smile on his old face. He then began his walk forward. Taking a path he didn’t normally take. He walked forth, the day becoming a bit darker as he went on.

  Down different pathways he went. Though, not far from the guild, he found himself in an alleyway. The sky was getting dark, and he wished to go home by now. So, as he walked forward, he spotted a door being opened just in front of him.

  A man was seen then, chucking a bag that obviously held a body or something body adjacent in it. He then pulled himself back into the building. Closing the door, Sebas heard the man tch the lock from where he stood.

  Sebas looked at the situation in front of himself, and nodded his head. In the next moment, he ordered his shadow demon to cut the opening for the bag in front of him. The demon did so, and Sebas went on forward. His stride not beleaguered in the slightest.

  It was when he passed the bag, that he felt a hand on his ancle. He stopped, his foot, the one that had its ancle held, just about to raise itself up. He looked down. He looked down at the hand, thin and scared from whatever life it had lived until that point.

  “You can let go, you have my attention,” Sebas said, looking down at the girl who could be seen crawling out of the bag.

  Just then, sounds of the tch to the door being opened could be heard. Sebas then turned to look upon who was coming out of the building. The door opened, and out stepped the man that had thrown the girl into the alleyway.

  Sebas raised a brow as the man began to speak. The rge man’s voice was accusatory, as if Sebas had down something illegal. Maybe he had? Destroying the top of the bag could be seen as destruction of company property. Not that Sebas was thinking of such things.

  After the man was just about to start rambling again, Sebas decided that he had spoken enough. He gripped the man by the color, and lifted him. Shock covered the man’s features, and he tried to pry himself free.

  “She is your employee? Yes?” Sebas asked, and the man nodded.

  “She’s very sick, I need to take her to the temple to get treated,” he expined.

  “She’s under your care, yet you let serious harm come to her? is that it?” Sebas asked angerly, and the man nearly wet himself, “then you don’t mind if take her then?” he asked, and the man nearly fainted.

  Sebas dropped him on the ground, and leaned down to pick up the harmed girl. It was then that the man butted in. His voice was tense, as if the world was ending.

  “You can’t take her man, if you did so without permission, that would be kidnapping,” the man said as if that meant anything.

  Sebas looked down at the girl, peering into her slightly open eyes. He spoke, his tone calm. As if the world had stopped for him to ask this simple question.

  “would you like me to help you?” he asked, and the girl opened her lips and made several noises, then he smiled, “you are fighting to stay alive. Unlike many, who would simple y here and pray away their problems or bme the world; you are fighting to stay alive.”

  He brought his hand to the girl’s face, closing her eyes with a movement of his hand. He bent down all the way, and picked her up like a princess. Any woman who saw him and her right now, would boil over with jealousy if the situation with the girl wasn’t so dire.

  “I’ll be taking her,” he said simply, and yet the man said another thing to try and stop him.

  “Wait, I’m in deep with Eight Fingers man. If you take her, I’ll be killed for failing them,” he said, yet Sebas simply dropped a bag of ptinum coins at his feet.

  “There, hire an Adventurer or something. That should maybe if you run fast enough, you can spend it all,” Sebas said as he walked off.

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