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Chapter 4 - Azareth

The entrance exams for the Royal Academy should start six months from now in earnest.

But honestly, I don't plan to attend. I have bigger fishes to fry than that, One of them being Adrian was Isn't fully awakened. Yes, that's one of my major problem here, Adrian isn't Awakened. The reason? The simple answer to that would be the nature of his blessing.

The blessing of a demon. 

No one liked a demon, much less someone blessed by it, but it wasn't exactly forbidden since people still awakened it. The only problem here is the particular demon's blessing I awakened. The blessing of the demon which was said to have wiped out an entire kingdom out of existence.

There was a reason why a demon's blessing was dreaded. It was a common fact yet terrifying. Those who tend to wield such blessings mostly end up corrupted. Yes, they tend to lose control.

And this puts a dent in any future plans of attending the academy as only the awakened are allowed in there. But I wasn't fully awakened and am currently under a seal that ensures that.

And by me saying 'I don't have much time left' means the Dark Church is soon to make contact with me. And with my pathetic state I doubt I'll be able to refute them. If I did that, I will be forcefully taken and brainwashed to join their side.

"Sigh..."

With a sigh of resignation, I stepped out of the bathroom and straight into the enormous bedroom that was obviously Adrian's. There was a huge plush bed in the center of the room glazed with opulent decor and intricately weaved patterns in an incessant loop.

There was a huge wardrobe by the far end of the room, embellished with white smooth coating and ornate golden handles. I could see stools and tables with that same pattern but I wasn't in the mood to appreciate such luxury now, as my mind was running overdrive to find a solution to salvage the situation.

I sat on the plush bed and my weight sunk in. I was tempted to just take flight to dreamland but the situation just plagued on like a sore thumb.

Well, logically speaking it would have been a lot easier to just accept the Dark Church's offer and be aided in my awakening. After all, I would still be sent to infiltrate the academy.

But...

Them awakening me comes with its downsides which weigh heavier than its upside, as I'll be forcibly bound to that cursed god of theirs by contract. If that happens then bye-bye free will.

This then only leaves the option of escaping to another duchy, and I have just the place in mind. Reinheth. The Guardian's Guild headquarters. There is also the possibility of not getting caught by them as that place is highly safeguarded.

So the latter it is, but... logistics.

I have no money for ANYTHING!

Since the day of the awakening, Adrian had been treated like a plague, shunned by everyone except Christina, and ironically, he kept pushing her away with his immense loathing for everything and everyone.

I have to do something, but what...

Even if it appears I am not being watched, that is no further from the truth as I am under extreme surveillance. After all, I am still blessed by a demon.

"Sigh..."

With another sigh I collapsed on the cloud-like bed and nestled in the soft spread.

"That's right," I muttered, sitting up.

Today's Damian's coming of age ceremony. There is literally no better day to escape. If I don't make it out today then it's never.

I stood up and made my way to the door but halted my approach to the knob. I went prone and looked underneath the door and my eyes met two shadows looming ahead.

Shit...

It seems the guards who brought me here are making sure I don't step out. I clicked my tongue once more then headed for the wardrobe.

If I remember clearly I should have that ring.

Damn! Where did he keep it...

I searched everywhere but to no avail, turning the room upside-down, and literally trashing the contents of the wardrobe. I have no idea if he still has THAT but I really hope he does.

In his biography there was a mention of a shared promise he had with a certain someone. And THAT ring represents that promise. Now the ring doesn't have anything special with it. That's if you exclude its spatial properties.

Adrian kept that ring in a safe place, or so it was written, but where the heck is a safe place?!

After a while of literally destroying my room I decided to take some rest and think straight but then, my eyes fell on a portrait. It was a picture of a bunch of kids standing together but... they all had their faces ripped off.

I walked towards it and pulled it down. Without much thought I smashed it.

What?! It looked like a clue so...

"Ha, well what do you know," I smiled as one of the wooden frames broke out and the picture flew off.

I then saw it. The ring.

Well this is unexpected.

After stocking up a number of common looking clothes I could find inside the spatial ring, which was surprisingly easy by the way, I looked for a way to escape the room but to no avail.

Left with no choice, I sent my hand down my throat and gagged hard enough for the guards to come in. But just after they checked my pulse to see if I was still freaking alive... THEY LEFT!

It's as though they don't really care what happens to me. Well, those bastards obviously hold me in little esteem but this much indifference is just too much.

Left with no other choice, I went for the window.

I slid it open and as expected... it was just so damn high.

But... I had no other choice. 

"Ha!"

I took a deep breath then ran back into the room. I took out all the bedspread and quilt and wrapped it around my body so much that I could barely move. This probably won't do much but there's no harm trying.

I then ran with enough force and jumped out through.

They probably wouldn't have expected me to do that and they were actually right. Even I can't believe I'm about to attempt this, but what can I say, desperate times....

That aside, There is a garden behind the mansion so I hope something cushions the fall.

If not... some limbs might lose function forever.

"MMMm!"

I muffled my scream not to get caught and just then I fell.

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