Nameless King

Wain swung his sword on the training ground with a river of sweat dripping off him as there was already a massive puddle beneath him that gradually grew larger.

He repeated the same motions over and over again, so in time the imprint of his bare feet was left on the ground.

A crackle.

The doors opened, and Aurora stepped inside.

"Are you still practicing? Damn... You're a real monster." Aurora said with a sly smile on her face.

"What do you want?" Wain asked as he didn't stop and continued swinging his sword.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing." Aurora waved her hand before leaning back against the wall with her arms folded in front of her, "Why don't you ask your friend, that Demon, to make your armor? He's been at the Fourth Chronicle for weeks, and his blacksmithing skills are commendable, or three months wasn't enough for you, and you'll continue to walk around like a bum?"

Step.

Wain stopped, snapped his finger, and the sword turned into a seal.

"I respect Ern, but I don't think he's ready for that yet." Wain waved his hand.

Whooooooooosh.

Before Wain, four massive orange Souls appeared in the air. All of them shone brightly as though the sun, it was a beautiful sight that few could see.

"Wow... I wondered where you kept going. Did you really kill all the Legendary Beings around the Kingdom?" Aurora muttered with a dazed look.

"No." Wain shook his head, "I'm sure there are many more left. Moreover, there are other cities I haven't been to yet, but I don't want to stay here anymore. Three months is enough."

"Finding a smith that can create equipment from these souls will not be easy." Aurora spoke in a thoughtful manner, "Maybe you should absorb them. You'll get a lot of pure energy, and you can boost your Majesty. You must have some Ascendants Souls, they'd make great armor."

"That's out of the question. I must ensure my armor stays with me for a long time. Though you can't tell from me, I sure as hell like to look classy, and if I can make my wishes come true, I'll do it." Wain uttered, turned, and headed for the exit.

"Okay. Whatever you say." Aurora waved her hand in a careless manner, "Just answer one question. Are you going back to World of Destiny or to your Void?"

"I need to see Gisle, but a visit to Void would be nice. It's been quite a while since I've been there, a very long time, considering I've been here for three months." Wain muttered as he sighed.

"Okay. Just remember, don't ever mess with Sven again. He's a dangerous man." Aurora uttered in a serious voice.

"Of course. You have nothing to worry about." Wain waved his hand.

That evening Wain said goodbye to Alas, Ern, and Erza. They wanted to go home, too, but they still hadn't gotten the results that they wanted, so they needed a little more time.

Whooooosh.

Wain, with a wave of his hand, opened the spatial rift as he stepped inside.

'Eh... It's been a long time since I've been here...' Wain muttered inwardly while looking at the vast darkness, 'It's actually very peaceful here.'

'Well, well, it looks like something interesting is finally starting to happen. I'm surprised you spent three months honing your swordsmanship exclusively. You haven't resorted to the power of any of us, it's amazing.' Blind Sorcerer spoke with a sly smile on his face.

'I just wanted to better understand myself, so I reached the point where the sword became a part of me. Soon we will fight again but before that... I have one important thing to do. Wain muttered to himself as he pulled a coin from his pocket.

He tossed the coin up, and a mist appeared in front of him that turned into a wooden door with a glass sign with a star inside.

Wain opened the door in a calm manner as he entered the place where he got answers to his questions every time.

"Welcome." Sven said while wiping a glass, as always.

Wain just nodded and sat down at the bar as if he were an ordinary customer at an ordinary bar.

"I see you've gotten a lot stronger. Not just at Chronicle, but as a person. It's always nice to see visitors come back time after time." Sven uttered with a devious smile as his eyes as if two abysses were trying to see through Wain.

"Here." Wain looked at Sven as August's head appeared in his hand.

"I knew you would do my bidding. I can definitely count on you." Sven nodded, took the head, and set the glass aside.

"Don't be deceived. I'm not your mercenary, it was just a forced measure. Besides, in the end, your elixir found no use." Wain muttered while remembering how Maece crushed the vial that was supposed to heal him.

"Well, it certainly wasn't my fault. You just had bad luck." Sven shrugged.

"Maybe. I'm waiting for my money." Wain uttered in a serious voice.

"Ah, of course, I always hold up my end of the bargain. If I'm not mistaken, I owe you five million Void Souls, right?" Sven asked as a dark mist appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Yeah. That's right." Wain nodded.

The dark mist dissipated as five rum-shaped gray crystals appeared in Sven's palm. Thick gray energy emanated from them.

"I thought you were going to pay with coins." Wain muttered before taking the crystals.

"What's the point of that? It's much more convenient with crystals." Sven smiled, "Okay, Wain, why did you come here? Do you want a cocktail as they are the best here or for information?"

"In general, both options, but first..." Wain's gaze became sharp like daggers as he asked, "Who are you?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm just a bartender that tries to improve his skills constantly. I always say that." Sven spoke with a calm look.