Soft murmur echos through the silent night.

The moment Oren heard these, his heart fell.

"[hastam ignis (fire spear)]"

"[pila aqua (water ball)]" "[fulgur gladio (lightning sword)]"...

within a span of a few second, spell of different size and shapes were charging toward them like a thunder bolt.

But contrary to their expectation, the spells did not hit them, but instead went passed them.

And in the next moment fire lit up the night sky.

The entire village was lit up in flames, and screams could be heard from the distant

Oren gritted his teeth, he was so angry he could puke.

the spell weren`t aimed at them, they were aiming the village.

Their enemies weren`t planning to let anyone alive, not even the villager.

The smell of brunt skin and hair filled the air.

The sound of panic and fear of the villagers, a child crying near the bodies of it mother`s dead body, was now etch deep into their memories.

Anger could not even define their feelings towards their enemies cruelty.

They decided, they were going to fight to their last breath, bringing atleast one of their enemies down with them.

Thus the fight began, however the spell scrolls Oren and his platoon bought did little to nothing to their enemies.

After all their enemies were one on the most elite platoon under the direct order of the crown.

Equipment? Life savings? Spell scroll? Whatever they had, their enemies had better.

It was not a battle, it was a one sided slaughter.

A few kilometers away from the side of the massacre was Zayde panting heavily, he was carrying a little crying girl in his hands, he was trying his best to calm the little girl down.

Inaya face was pale as ghost as she was being held my Zayde in his chest, she look back and watch the village she spend for the last 5 years burning.

She does not know what was going on nor does she know why this was happening.

Tears were endlessly falling down her face, after all those were her friends that were being burned alive, those were her friends whose heads were rolling on the ground.

She could no longer bear to just watch and tried to struggle free from Zayde`s hand.

Although Inaya was just a child she was after all an 'unique' that defies the law of the world, there was no way Zayde who was a normal 2nd tier could hold her down, to him Inaya was already many times stronger than him although she was only 1st tier, as she struggled zayde could only stumble and fell but even as he fell he still hold on to Inaya as if he was holding a precious treasure.

"Inaya please don`t"

Inaya tried to refute, after all her grandfather was the village chief his job was to protect the village yet all he did was ran away, she was disappointed at him, but when she look at her grandfather`s face her heart could only tremble.

She had never seen her grandfather like this, her grandfather Zayde was gritting his teeth and his eyes were red as blood it was clear he was fuming from anger.

Unbeknownst to inaya this hurt Zayde more than it did her.

Inaya`s other grandfather, William Lancaster was not only his master, but also his friend.

...

Many years ago Zayde`s father found a boy in the river near the village, the boy was wounded all over and breathing his last breath , his clothes were torn and tattered as if he just escape from a fierce battle but the gold lacing in his clothes were still visible,it was a sign of richness and nobility, Zayde`s father knew that whoever the boy was his identity screams of danger but nevertheless he decided to save him.

The boy had to recover and stay with Zayde and his father for a few months, contrary to Zayde and his father`s expectation of the boy being lofty and arrogant just like other people with high social standing, the boy was rather kind, humble and soft leaving a good impression for Zayde and his Father.

The boy`s name was William, although William never talk about who he was nor where he came from, taking into account his noble demeanor the father and son duo concluded that he might be a scion from a rich merchant family. The thought that he might be an heir to a great noble family never once passes their head.

The boy soon left after he recovered, the father and son duo thought that it would be the last time they saw him.

But Many years later the boy returned, but this time he was no longer boy they once knew, he was a man who had a wife and a Son, they also learned that he was not a mere son of a merchant but an heir to a great Lancaster noble family.

He could still remember how shock they were at that time, After all Nobles naturally have a mana blood line and have in their leagues - supernatural beings.

William invited both him and his father to follow him back and work for the Lancaster family, after all trust was rare in this world especially in a noble family where the fight for position of the next family head was brutal.

Zayde could only reject, after all he already had a daughter at that time and his father was now old, having two people to look after he had to reject.

however out of everyone's expectation William's son and his daughter fell in love stunning everyone.

"That was how it all started" he muttered

memories flashes before Zayde eyes as if he was reaching the end of his life.

from how he decided to follow William lancaster because he could`nt leave her daughter alone.

to when he became the head butler in the lancaster and became the most trusted aide of William.

from the happiest days when his daughter was pregnant and he learned he was going to become a grandfather, to the gloomiest days when the lancaster family fell and he returned to his village after his father died.

He could never forget any of them.

The kindness and gratitude given to him by the lancasters can never be repaid.

they turned him someone who was so ordinary to the extraordinary.

they gave him a granddaughter whom he dearly adore, a talent that defies the heavens.

and what has he done when he finally face the people who destroyed his family?.

He looked towards the burning village and he could see a few silhouette approaching them at a terrifying pace.

" How Pathetic" he spoke out loud.

Without panicking he slowly got to feet, stands up and tidy himself.

Inaya looked at her grandfather with a puzzled expression, she thought she had made him angry, however when she heard his next word-

"Inaya, my dear Inaya" Zayde stood near Inaya and patted her head.

"You may not understand what is happening right now, But in the future you will... When that time come please remember me, your old man not as a coward who ran as his entire family was massacred.... but as who i always was in your heart.

"I love you my dear granddaughter, but it seems this is as far as your old man will go"

"papi, you-"

Before Inaya could answer, Zayde took out a few things from his pocket and put them in Inaya`s hands.

Among them was a scroll, which he unrolled and tore it apart while Inaya was still holding it.

[Ianuae Magicae (teleport)]

A fourth tier life saving spell which could be used to teleport the one holding the scoll was used.

Inaya disappeard without a trace.

Zayde raises his head toward the sky.

" William i really want them to last forever, those peaceful and happy days....

"i just wanted to live a little longer just so that it might happen again...

" However the fact that it will never happen again is what make life so sweet."

he took out a saber from his pocket and face the approaching death with a smile.

"Farewell My granddaughter." he said with a smile