He picks up the nearest bottle beside him, in which case is a bottle of lemon juice, and prepares himself for another round against the white-haired man. He holds up the half filled bottle towards Kaslien, some of the juice falling out of the bottle, as he provokes Kaslien to the best of his abilities. 

“I’m the best healer in the world.” Euth says with utter confidence, as he subtly pulls out a small knife from behind that he would always carry around with him, making sure that Kaslien won’t see his actions. “It’s impossible for you to hurt me.” He taunts the latter, the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile as he bluffs his way through to a hopeful victory. 

–

Many of the patrons cheered, putting their bets on who would win the battle as both Euth and Kaslien lunged at each other, with the latter being faster and superior in strength. Yet not all hope is lost for Euth as he pulls out the hidden knife, slashing forwards, nearly slitting open Kaslien’s throat yet the man seems to react in time as he pulls himself back. 

“Not bad!” Kaslien complimented, the adrenaline rushed into his head as the healer’s eagerness shone even more. The chain whip in his hand moves as an extension of himself, circling Euth’s arm, the sharp and barbed chains dig deep into Euth’s arm, yet not a single blood drops out. 

 Euth could feel the pain shooting through his forearm, wincing as he pushes his ability, forcing his body to heal faster and faster, never letting a single drop of golden blood flow out of his arm. He pulls his arm towards himself, letting the sharp edges pierce through his skin and bones whilst his body repairs everything in less than a blink of an eye, never letting the other people in the bar to see his blood. 

Many patrons were shocked by the feats of healing, with many more cheering for the healer. Kaslien had seen these gone down, his chain whip passing through the healer’s forearm and landing on the floor. There was a momentary stupor that struck the man’s expression, before a laugh bubbles up within his chest as he looks at Euth’s expression. 

“Hah! No way… you might be the most interesting opponent I’ve met.” Kaslien pulls his whip back to his side, changing his stance as he’s made more aware of Euth’s ability. There are a few people in this world with such a healing ability, Kaslien has fought only a fraction of them, yet not one of them could reach the skill that was presented in front of him. To heal faster than the eyes could even blink, leaving no traces of blood, not on his weapon nor on the ground. Kaslien didn’t know what he did in his past life to witness such a sight, yet he considers himself the luckiest man at this moment.

“Kaslien, right?” Euth asks, lunging forward at the man with his entire body weight, struggling to pin the man down. “I’m flattered by your compliment, Kaslien.” The healer responded, twisting the man’s arm behind him. 

Kaslien chuckled, grabbing Euth’s wrist and flipping him forward into a table, the noise echoing throughout the bar as more patrons cheered, watching the battle intensify. The wooden shards didn’t fly everywhere, as Euth lies on the floor, his breathing heavy, the sweat dripping down as his head spins from the impact, while Kaslien’s on top of him.

“You may not bleed, but I’m stronger than you.” Kaslien chuckled at the sight of the healer, turning his head towards Cyra’s direction. “Ma’am! I’ll have a glass of lemon juice! And the healer’s name.” Kaslien’s face was full of satisfaction as he felt Euth’s struggle diminish under his body. 

The woman behind the countertop simply chuckled, pulling out a fresh glass as she poured the lemon juice, looking over at the two figures. Cyra could feel how the healer’s gaze burns into her soul, yet she couldn’t care less, serving the lemon juice on the counter with a smile. 

“Kaslien, I do want you to be wary of Euth’s true potential.” Cyra warns with a mischievous grin on her face, turning her back as she opens the door beside the shelves of alcohol. “My wives will be out in a while, I’ll be taking a break for the meantime, you rowdy drunkards better behave..” She chuckled, closing the door behind her, leaving Euth at the mercy of Kaslien. 

“Euth, huh?” Kaslien looks down at the healer, raising an eyebrow at the name. “Your name sounds eerily similar to euthanasia… I wonder who gave you that name.” Kaslien shrugs the thought away, getting off of Euth, dusting his shoulders before grabbing his cloak. 

Kaslien turns to Euth one more time, the healer still on the floor, powerless and tired. Such a scene gave Kaslien a good chuckle, opening the bar of the doors. 

“You’re an interesting one Euth. Next time I’ll have to go easier on you.” Kaslien mocks, holding down his laughter, as he exits out the rowdy bar. 

—

Euth curses his luck as he goes back into his office, considerably late into the evening. His hair was a mess, and the sleeves of his shirt were torn into shreds, making it impossible to salvage. His mind was filled with the thoughts of Kaslien, mostly focusing on what the man had said relating to The King of the Void and the Demiurge of Creation. 

Euth sighs, composing his thoughts and what action will he take next? He dislikes rumours, yet they are what Eryonians strive off — with many of the rumours being true. The healer grumbles to himself, walking in circles around his office, biting the skin off of his thumb while cursing Kaslien underneath his breath. 

He stomps his foot onto the ground, huffing out, and pouting as if he was a child. The Demiurge of Creation is not a name one should take lightly, as there are many stories that sing about his power– the destruction that such a power brings, while many more tells about the history of the Demiurge, with many referring to him as The destroyer of worlds, master of reality. 

Euth concluded that if he wishes to know more about the Demiurge, it would be wise to visit the king and his husband, seeing as how both of them had some experiences with both the Demiurge of Creation and The King of The Void. 

Euth opens his wardrobe, though almost all his outfits look the same, with slight variations too few yet all of them are a clean white. He knows that it’s difficult to get an audience with the king, even though Euth’s rank is high enough to meet with his majesty anytime he wanted, yet Euth still wishes to dress formally. With that thought in mind, he picked a white undershirt; the collars going on his neck, layering it with his white uniform and another layer of white coat. 

Once he looks presentable enough, he walks towards the east chamber, where the king’s office is. Throughout the way, there were portraits of the former kings, each of the nameplates had a title assigned to them, and the current king is no exception. 

The bringer of peace.

The nameplate says, above is the portrait of the current king, as the book beside it tells the story of the king and his accomplishments. And someday, Euth knows that Prince Sirius will be the next portrait as he is the heir of Eryon. The healer couldn’t help but think of the title that Prince Sirius would receive. 

The judge of Eryon?

No… that doesn’t sound right. 

The eyes of god? 

It doesn’t sound too bad, yet he doesn’t particularly like how it rings. 

Euth was lost in thought, thinking of the titles that would be suitable for a prince of his calibre. Only when footsteps are heard behind him does he snap out of his trance, as he looks back at the person approaching him, he felt the urge to bow down yet was stopped by a hand. 

“Healer.” The person spoke, patting Euth’s head as if he was his own child. “Are you looking for my husband?” 

“General Eben…” The healer could feel himself blushing whenever he is treated like a child, coughing into his fist before he faces the man. “I was looking for the both of you.” 

“Ah, really? Then let’s head inside, I think Soren would be ecstatic to meet you.” Eben walks with wide steps until he reaches the end of the hallway, knocking at the grand door thrice before entering the room. He urges Euth to hurry inside, holding the door for the young healer. 

Euth rushes in, standing straight as he is met with the King of Eryon. He could feel his anxiousness shooting up, looking over at how unkempt the king’s desk is, with stacks of papers on one end, and books on the other. The ink that was on the king’s fingertips had run up to his sleeves, the king’s hair was spread out on the floor, as the eye bags seemed to grow by the second. 

“Your majesty.” Eben called out, stepping to the king’s side as he gave the latter a small peck on the head. The king, who had seemed like he could keel over and die at any point, had brightened up upon seeing the general’s face, wrapping his arms around Eben as he pulled him into a tight hug.  

“Did the ministers leave early? Look at all these paperworks on your desk… you kept putting yourself in such difficult situations, even though you’re a king, you kept doing the job of other ministers…” Eben scolds his husband, sighing as he carries the man away from his desk and onto their bed. 

Euth could feel himself being ignored as the couple continue to speak to each other, as if he is just a wandering spirit that passed by. He didn’t know what to do, but only to accept it as it is and wait for the couple to finish their coddling session… Only until a few minutes passed did they turn their attention towards Euth, with King Soren showing the healer a friendly smile. 

“It is rare for you to seek me, Euth.” He said, changing his posture into a more relaxed one. “I assume that what you are about to say is one that you wish to deliver as soon as possible, although it is alright if that is not the case.” Soren smiles, taking Eben’s hand in his. 

Euth had nothing to say about their relationship, unlike what he had to say with Madam Cyra’s. He cleared his throat, putting on a confident persona in front of the king. 

“I… I have heard that the prime suspect behind Tyleth’s corruption is The Demiurge of Creation.” Euth said, readying himself for any scenarios. “And, from what I’ve heard, my Master had some kind of relationship with the Demiurge.” 

There was a glimmer of interest and a look of surprise from Soren’s and Eben’s face, respectively. Both of them are aware of who this ‘master’ Euth is referring to.

“Where did you hear about such a thing, Euth?” Soren asks. 

“A friend of a friend.” Euth responded. 

Eben hums in understanding, whispering something to Soren’s ear. They both looked at each other and nodded before turning their attention back to Euth. 

“And? What do you want to do now? I can’t give you a lot of information about The King of The Void since you’re technically… the closest to him, out of all of us.” Eben sighs, looking over at Euth with a different glint in his eyes, as if he’s on guard whenever Euth mentions anything about The King of The Void. 

“Well… I want to know more about The Demiurge of Creation, history and all…” Euth mumbles the last part of his sentence, his gaze turning towards Soren’s direction. “Your majesty, I have heard that you’ve met the Demiurge?” 

Soren chuckles at Euth’s words.

“Yes, we crossed paths when the Void war happened.” Soren pauses, thinking of words to say. “Yet I do not know him personally, yet there is a possibility that he is still out there somewhere. What do you think, Eben?” Soren turns to Eben with an expectant look. 

“The last time I saw the Demiurge of Creation was when he was with… my brother.” Eben sighs, yet he continues. “Although that was over thirty years ago, I won’t be surprised if they’re still together.” 

“Master was friends with The Demiurge of Creation?” 

“It seems so.” Eben responded. “Your master… My brother is odd. He’s quite fond of you, so if you want to know more about the Demiurge, it’ll be best if you talk to him.” Eben suggested, looking over at his husband as he whispers things to the latter’s ears. 

Euth could feel his heart becoming more uneasy. It was still a surprise to Euth that the King and his husband didn’t shun him out when they found out about the relation he has with his Master, The King of The Void — and after sixteen years have passed ever since he enters the kingdom, they still treat him with warmth. 

Euth bows, showing his gratitude to the couple. 

“I’m grateful that I got to know about this, thank you General Eben, and His Majesty.” Euth bows once more, before turning around to step out of the room. 

“Hold it.” 

The command had Euth turn his head around, looking over at Soren with curiosity and patience. 

“The Demiurge of Creation… The Numen of Divinity have warned me about him, as he is the only one out of all divine beings that did not originate from this world.” Soren said, his eyes were filled with a meaningful look before he dismissed Euth. 

Euth had thanked them one last time before making his way back to his office to gather his thoughts. He was unsure what to say or do, repeating the key information that Soren told him, while also reconsidering his relationship with his Master, the person who had saved him… A benevolent person, yet most of the rumours have depicted him as an evil king, even in his childhood. 

There were many stories that surrounds his master, even Euth himself has some unanswered questions seeing as how he doesn't know even the basic, like the name of his master. But one of the more common stories was of his downfall, many put him as the antagonist of the story, one who made a deal with evil to conquer. They painted him as a temperamental person, one who does as he pleases, the story of his evil deeds and how he nearly killed a Daemon. He was portrayed as a villain, a merciless person whose downfall is like a glorious gift from the divine beings. 

Euth shakes his thoughts away, laying down on the floor of his office, the triple layered uniform keeping him warm. He didn’t know what to say or do, only closing his eyes as he waited for a brand new day, planning to look into more historical texts to learn more about what he lacks. 

But a knock on his door had him awake, forcing him to get off the floor to answer, only to find a wooden box addressed to him. He rubs his eyes, while bringing the box inside his office, he found a letter attached to the box with a piece of string. 

'To Euth, from Master :]'

The letter read, as the healer opens the wooden box to find many miscellaneous objects within, all of it seemed to be his master's creation.