《The Slayers Of The Seven》XI - The Constantine Mansion
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[Saaxol’s POV]
I spun around the beautiful courtyard of the Constantine Mansion, everything was perfect. The flowers, all the same height and they were all neatly ordered from a red flower transitioning into a pink then purple to blue to green.
Constantine stood up straight with his hands behind his back, one eye closed as we jumped through the beautiful scenery all the up to his mansion, which had a dark red skin humanoid with a tail tucked between her legs under a violet dress, standing in front of steps that led to the russet doors. The humanoid bowed at the sight of Constantine, her black hair flowed down.
“Welcome home Lord,” she said quickly and precisely.
Constantine stepped up the stairs, “Thank you, show them to their rooms, Minervina.” Constantine turned his head over at us, “This is my servant Minervina, she will show you to your rooms”.
Minervina gives us a cold glare and reaches her hands out gesturing us to go inside.
As we walk into the sweet smell of wood, red carpet covers the floor up to bifurcated stairs. Minervina starts speaking, “The 1st floor is where the kitchen, dining hall, coat room, three sitting rooms and ball room are located. The 2nd floor is where your rooms will be located, it is also where Lady Elwen is located, try not to disturb her studies. The 3rd floor is the room for the lord of the house, my room and other guest rooms. Finally, the 4th floor is where the library is located”.
“What about the 5th floor? I counted five floors to this place” Hexa pointed out.
“Off limits” Minervina replied.
Minervina then walked away from the group.
“Wait aren’t you going to show us- Ah she’s not listening to me…” Baldr called out.
Mansoon shrugged “I’m guessing that means free reign to get a room on the 2nd floor”
Mansoon started to walk to the left side of the bifurcated stairs, I followed him. Mansoon gives me a side eye as I follow him.
“I want something close to the exit so I’m calling out the closest room to it” Mansoon said to me.
I nod, wondering why he would want such a room for that strange reason.
Mansoon opens a door showing a neat room with a white carpet, “This one is mine and he shuts the door behind him”.
Why is he so rude? I just want to have some sort of friendly relationship with him.
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I look down the hallway, noticing there’s a room right next to his, I smile and claim it as my own. I walk inside and it has a forest green carpet, my favorite color! But even if the color is my favorite, I still need something to make it seem like home.
I wonder if I'm going to get yelled at if I make it anymore home-like… Eh whatever.
I pull out my staff and place it in front of me and I start releasing a large amount of mana for flora to start growing in my room. Vines latched onto the walls, small mushrooms, like the red ones on my body started to grow on the green carpet. Moss started to cover my bed and I laid down onto it.
“This is amazing” I say to myself. As I lounged in my moss infested bed, I put my hand over my chest…
Silence…
“I am a disgrace to my God”.
[Bud’s POV]
I quickly claimed the room that Baldr was looking at, and as he was saying, “Wait I need you to teach me how to-”
I slammed the door on his face. I looked over to a small wooden blue table in the corner of my room. That is going to be my treasure table, I walk over to it and place the potion that might turn people into monsters onto it. I also placed a cool doorknob I found hanging on someone’s house onto the table. It's a small start, but it’ll keep on growing and growing.
I pull out a map of the world, it seems so small on the paper… I trace my hands around the edges of the world, one day I’ll find an island that no one has ever found. But I should explore the known world first!
Starting with this “library” that Minervina mentioned. I gently pushed my door open, peaking left then right. No one outside in the halls I have to be careful of Baldr, he could be lurking in the halls. He could be waiting around any corner ready to ask stupid questions, just to steal my room.
I raised my toes up and started stepping towards a spiral staircase in front of me, each step made my heart pump faster and faster until,
CREEEEAK
“SHIT” I screamed as the floor yelled at me.
Baldr peaks his head out from around the corner and says, “Are you alright Bud?”
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My hair stands up as I see him peer at me intently. My blood started to rush around in my body as I charged past Baldr for the staircase. I ran up 2 floors and bursted into a room with thousands of paper wrapped in leather neatly organized.
“Why must you make such a loud ruckus? This is not the circus!” I hear a voice of a man angrily shout at me.
I see a man with a scarlet cloak with a scarlet square hat that slightly leans forward, onto his naturally angry face. His green eyes pierce me.
“Is this the library?” I stammer out as he narrows his eyes at me and then breaks the gaze by looking around him.
“Obviously” He says with a flat tone.
I rush over to one of the shelves with hundreds of the rectangular leather objects, “Awesome, this place is weird! What is this thing?” I reach out to grab the rectangular object and the man shrieks as he wacks my hands away and grabs them.
“I must check if your hands are clean before you touch my books!” He examines both sides of my hands and he nods, “Very well, you may touch the book. But I will be keeping the closest eye on you…”
I slowly reach my hand out for the “book” I was going to grab, being careful not to offend him by making any sudden moves, I open it and see… THOSE STUPID SCRIBBLES!
My blood began to boil as I shout “OF COURSE THIS STUPID THING IF FILLED WITH WHATEVER THESE SCRIBBLES ARE!”
The man tilts his head at me, “Do you not know how to read?”
I nod at him with my eyes closed.
“Oh dear. How old are you? I wonder why Constantine would pick an illiterate person to join the campaign” The man started pacing.
“I believe I am two years old” I proudly say.
“Ah yes you are two- YOU ARE WHAT? Well I guess it explains why your presence is not human” The man snaps his fingers together, “I have decided that I will grant you my teachings on how you can read! My name is Aldrich by the way”.
He smiles at me. I guess learning whatever this “reading” is will be useful for me, “My name is Bud”.
[Mansoon’s POV]
I walked over to a desk and flopped down into a chair, I quickly pulled out my book and flipped to the empty page.
I wrote, “The noble’s name is Constantine, and he hired me to work for Elwen, one of the people that are possibly running for the throne”
I sighed loudly as my stomach started to drop as the boss’ white letters quickly appeared like he was panicking, “Constantine? You picked the wrong noble to kill! His influence is known worldwide because of his family name!”
My eyes started to dry out and my mouth began to feel like sandpaper. I write back, “I know”.
This is probably the end for me. My hand trembles with my black fountain pen following my wobbling.
Black text appears, meaning Necromancy is writing, “Oh dear, it looks like the garbage collector made a mistake, don’t worry Sword! I’ll turn you into one of my undead slaves”.
I only just blankly stare at the page waiting for any moment for me to burn up into ash.
A large pressure forms onto my chest as the boss writes, “Sword. Make sure Elwen wins the election with her winning, it’ll bring me closer to my goal goodbye Sword, do not fuck it up”.
I quickly shut the book and slammed my head into the desk. My entire body continued to tremble like a small child.
I heard a light, like a feather, knock on my door as a timid feminine voice says, “Ahem Mansoon? Mr. Flavius would like to see you and the group”.
I compose myself and open the door, to see a bewitching light blue skinned elf that has snow white hair, one of her eyes a sparkling blue while the other a deep red.
I bowed down to her, “You must be Lady Elwen, it is a pleasure to meet you”.
She gives me a sweet smile, “Oh uh, likewise!”
This was the woman that I have to make win the throne… Seems like an impossible task considering the prejustice values against Snow Elves, and that she seems to not be confident in herself… But I will not give up, I will mold her into a fiery force to be reckoned with. She will win the throne and become queen of The Kingdom Of Sela.
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