Michael Davis
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'What... happened to me?' A logical thought from the future Damien Gray, the one who defied the established rules of Reality and of everything beyond as well. For he had reincarnated back into the past, or rather, regressed..? Or perhaps, reborn? He could not tell the answer to that himself. Reincarnation was starting up a new life, in a new world, with a new purpose. So it cannot be that. Regression was jumping back into the past, and redoing everything once more. It could be this, yet for some…
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Damien then explained the matter about the domains, and how that would allow better transactions and contact between both Strongholds as well. He also introduced the benefit of creating a domain, and why that would be great for Romania as a whole in its progress in power. All that, and the ideas of creating a branch establishment of the Silver Institution. "I see. What a marvelous concept this is. Domains, is it? I don't see how this will be against any of my goals as well, so I look forward to…
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"There there, now. At... At least your advice was amazing. It even affected me." Juliette patted her back in attempt to soothe her feelings. 'Juliette... please shut up. You're not helping me here.' Fiona thought. "That's that then. We shall see you in a couple of months then. Until then, enjoy yourself, young master Lanzelet." Damien said, ignoring the two girls besides him. "Thank you." Lanzelet bowed one last time, and fixed his posture. He then pulled out his sword from the ground, and pointed it…
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Meanwhile, Lanzelet was even more surprised by those words. 'Romania? Who is... wait, now that I look at her, isn't she...' He widened his eyes, guessing the identity of Fiona, and Harold. 'Romania? Fiery red hair and eyes? The royal family of Romania? Why are they here with Adonis..? No, they are not with him. Then, are they with that man...' He thought, 'She also called him "Lord Damien", is that his name? But "Lord"? What's going on...' He drowned himself in worry, suddenly realizing the situation…
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A single man, like a wraith from hell, appeared before the two swords that were about to clash at the center. 'This man..!!' 'Senior..!!' And the two opponents exclaimed in shock. "Heh, me? Piece through me? In your wildest... dreams!!" Commented Sixth, releasing a much more potent burst of white aura, that swept away the soroundings away like a flood. Boom~!! The white aura burst out, and easily swallowed the very small red and blue aura in comparison, and pushed back the two young novice…
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"Whoa... they... they are amazing." Fiona marveled. As a princess, she wasn't allowed to see swordsmasters fight like this on the stage, hence why this fight was beautiful to her. "Mhm. I have to agree, they are amazing. It gives out a feeling like, they could take on hundreds by themselves." Quipped Juliette, yet unlike Fiona, she was used to seeing something like this. In fact, amongst the Gray House, almost all of them gave her a feeling of being a one man army. And another one, had literally…
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"Sixteen, if I remember correctly." Damien replied, and Adonis sighed once more. "Well... at least there are other perks of having a domain, right?" He bitterly added. Nobody cheered him up, and they just enjoyed the temporary silence brought forth. Until when, a shout could be heard from outside their current room. "I refuse!! I refuse to agree to these settings!! I absolutely refuse!!" A rather young sounding voice rang out in anger throughout the whole castle. And by the sound of it, it was getting…
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"I see, thank you, nonetheless." Adonis slightly bowed his head in gratitude. "By the way, I've heard about the project you're taking charge of. And pardon my rudeness, but may I be so bold as to ask what it is about?" He added with an inquiry. Fiona, Harold and the others were also curious about this matter. Even Sixth, who kept less contact with Damien than Ninth, was also curious what his junior brother had in mind. "I've termed it "Project I.S". And it's main purpose is..." Damien began explaining…
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But just as he had his own thoughts, everyone below also had their own in regards to him. 'Is this... a noble? You serious?' 'Isn't he royalty..? Nah, even royalty shouldn't be this beautiful!!' 'What the hell am I looking at exactly?' 'Am I tripping..?' '...This is not our boss. I refuse to accept it. Hell he's too handsome even for my standards!!' 'Life aren't fair, I say, it aren't.' They all stared at him as he floated above in stupor, his presence doing what it always does, stealing the spotlight…
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As for how he felt about slaves in general? Having being one in the past for powerful beings, he sympathized with them. And he will try his best to help if he could. 'Slaving away is not nice, even with a good master who thinks for you. After all, at the end of the day... you are still nothing more than an object to most of them.' He thought. And speaking of slaves, they wore dirty linen clothes, and in some cases, sack bags tied with ropes to fit their figures. And their clothes had a design of the…
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