Samuel gazed at the poor trapped children and women and calmly but with a strange warmth asked "Shall we go?" A bright, elegant smile appeared on Samuel's face as those words left his lips.
Yes, Samuel had no regrets. If he had to suffer in the dark for those kids, he would've done it without a second thought. Samuel led all victims with him and went straight to the church and fed all those suffered ones. He was satisfied with his actions. Even if the world deemed it an unforgivable crime, he had no regrets. He didn't even flinch. He had done what had to be done.
Samuel reported the matter to the Imperial Court, then treated everyone's wounds, used his funds, to feed and cure them. Soon after he had taken care of everything, he went that room with servants and collected the dead bodies of the fallen. Of course he had hidden Julian's head beforehanded. After the collection he ordered the servants to bury the bodies and prepare a small funeral.
An Imperial messenger came to investigate and as well report to Samuel. After the matter was taken care of the messenger Said "Samuel Rin Scint. I Fren Smith, have come to deliver this message under the orders of His Majesty
"Lucien de Astoria" to invite you to The Imperial Court as a Guest of Honour to report the incident and to report about the culprit and whereabouts of the culprit Archbishop Julian Brut.
Samuel said nothing but nodded in aggrement.
Samuel was strangely silent, calm yet sharp. Knowing that he could be killed if the truth was exposed. Fren said to Samuel. "Sir Samuel please get into your carriage. We are leaving now." Samuel got into the carriage.
The carriage was really magnificent to be called a Royal Carriage. Four with detailed golden border linings and in the centre of each one of them an Imperial crest. The golden linings were like tiny paintings.
Samuel said to himself as he entered the carriage. "The craftsman really had put his soul into it."
Between of four wheels cabin big enough to transport treasures, Samuel quitely ran his hands across the polished Aquilaria wood outlines and with gold and silver lines inbetween. The cabin had a perfect curve. The door was like an iron fortress, strong yet beautiful. The interior was as noble as a royal room. As Samuel sat down he noticed how fine and soft benches made with leather and stuffed with pure goose down were. He noticed two pillows resting on each couch.
Between the couches stood a table crafted from Pink Ivory. Pink Ivory and was so smooth that one could see his own reflection. Next to seats where Samuel had seated there was a window. Samuel casually looked outside only to find himself lost in the scenery.
Clear as sky with no stains and with a clear view.
Samuel found himself admiring the craftsmanship at every glance.
As Samuel was admiring the beauty of the World he always used to miss out in his previous life, he said to himself "It would take us 3 days to reach Yggdrasil. So I have two choices first is to surrender to the Imperial Capital taking responsibility of my crime, and second is also accept my crimes but not as crime because it was never one. I have to close the matter taking unnecessary credit, and play the hero role play."
Samuel continued, "I care little for what the world calls right or wrong. I follow my ideals and nothing more. Even if they are cursed, reviled, or deemed unforgivable, I will never abandon them. The world is said to be moral while my desires are immoral? If I, a part of this named moral world. Then how can a part of morality be immoral to begin with? I never opposed humanity, I questioned it. But if my questioning is what they call rebellion then I have no excuse."
That night Samuel stared the night to the very end without blinking. He wasn't lost in thoughts he was calculating. He had more than enough schemes to defend himself, but defending himself for a thing that holds no place as a crime by his ideal was unacceptable for Samuel. The world drives the immoral into insanity.
The night was dark, and it was too dangerous to stop and rest.", so the soilder with Fren decided not to stop.
Dawn finally broke after a long night. The carriage stopped at a nearby plain.
The horses were exhausted the people were tired and hungry they lit a fire and started preparing for the breakfast. Samuel told Fren that he was going to take a stroll.
Samuel started walking in a random direction with a blank look on his face. Soon close enough to the camp Samuel came across a beautiful small lake.
The blue water danced with the gentle wind. Samuel crouched and took some water in his hands and splashed all over his face. It somehow washed a little bit of darkness in his eyes. An aromatic cold gentle, breeze blew all over Samuel's wet face, he felt a bit refreshed. He stood up and looked at the lake, its surface rippling with the wind its surface disturbed by the breeze, reflecting the morning sun.
Samuel started to walk around the plain and soon started to walk towards the camp. He reached the camp but he wasn't hungry. He skipped the breakfast and he decided to train with his sword. Soon he left the camp again and came a accross a mountain. He decided to train right there the place itself wasn't distant to the camp itself but it was a average distance.
Samuel started to warmup. He carefully warmed his whole body thoughtfully. He swung his sword multiple time before starting. Samuel suddenly catched up to a certain speed and momentum and he trusted his sword rapidly multiple times but the other end of the sword was continuously piercing the mountain stones like it was a soft and tender meat but Samuel wasn't satisfied with only this. He gained a tempo. He rapidly stepped forward and swung his sword with controlled strength and precision, he stepped back thrusted again and repeated a mix combo he swung diagonal then changed sword trajectory in an instant spining his sword in blink of an eye and slashed horizontally repeating same with different directions. He did it all while retreating, charging forward and sidesteps.
Samuel had completed his training without realising he trained there for 4 hours straight. He was covered with sweat he was tired but the cold chilly breeze had calmed his body a bit. He returned to the base for lunch leaving behind the mountain with stabbed holes and unimaginable number of deep cuts.