He was running through the thick, dark forest surrounded by nothing, but danger and right now he was being hunted. Rushing along the path while holding on to a delicate armament, ain’t a joke but, when it’s something you risked it all for, it’s worth it.
"Don’t let him get out of sight!” A shout echoed through, that nearly shuddered him. He was fast, but he had to take the lead, being caught by the soldiers meant nothing but trouble.
After entering a denser region of the forest, he used one of his exclusive skills. ‘Stealth’, and he vanished.
“What the hell? Where did he go! Find him!” He could see those soldiers conversing from a few branches above. Climbing that fast certainly helped him well.
Now he had to wait for them to scatter away, which they did in just a while allowing him to escape.
Entering a castle certainly proved to be a difficult task, but to him, it was just a daily routine. He walked right through the castle halls and entered a seemingly familiar room.
“Alas! finally, there’s no one on my back!” He thought, letting out a sigh of relief he entered the room but was caught off-guard as he was pinned by a girl, young and beautiful but rather stronger than him.
“Got you, Prince!”

Burning Soul 

what are we supposed to do?” outside the painting world, Nuae asked Dimitri after Theo, Aeneas, and Lumiere stepped into the painting world. 


They’d take a few days in there for their training and they just simply couldn’t waste the time. 


Well, we can’t head to the castle with him but I’m sure we can stay here to train, 


He replied looking at a dark corner of the Tavern to which everyone got confused. 


‘What was he looking at?’ Was on everyone’s mind. 


To their surprise, A young and handsome looking guy walked out of the shadows. By the looks he looked no older than Theo and he hosted bright Violet eyes, a strong magical trait only found in those who are blessed with abundant mana, his rose-red hairs confirmed that. 


He was wearing a black cape and was holding onto two single-handed long-swords on his back. 


Milot