Demon Lord's Reincarnation

The battle had ended with Kretos's overwhelming victory. Yet despite gaining undeniable victory, Kretos felt empty. It was at that moment he started to remember something. He was on top of a castle of sorts. He was looking at the open skies, feeling excited for the battles he would have. 

He wanted to remember more than just this. Kretos stood silently on the arena trying his hardest to recall a memory of that past that was shown to him. Why did he suddenly remember such a thing?    

The people who fled the scene started returning and saw the devastation that one spell brought. The only people who can use that kind of spell were high-mages. They then looked at Kretos he didn't even look to be around twenty years old. The youngest high mage that has been recorded was thirty-two years old, and that was during the age of legends. 

In that age, numerous heroes roam the land, the time when adventures were true adventures. The time when mages not only got a glimpse of the truths of the world but were able to bend the very fabric of fate to their will. 

Right now somebody with the same ability as the mages of old appeared out of nowhere. The people present were unsure, on how to react to this news. They couldn't approach Kretos, so they simply stared at him while he just stood there. 

Afeus was getting even more excited after he watched that overwhelming display of power from Kretos. If he could learn how to control his mana in such a way, a lot of its doors might open up to him. He might be able to delve deeper into a realm that no mage has ever been. 

The referee of the match could only look at the gruesome yet beautiful scene of falling ice with his mouth wide open. He never expected that someone so young could be so powerful. 

After waiting for a short while, Kretos finally moved and he looked quite disappointed. As Kretos left the arena with Afeus, the referee finally woke up from his shock. It was pretty obvious who won, but he still needed to say it. 

"Victory goes to Kretos!" The moment they heard the referee's announcement, the students who were all frozen in place suddenly burst into cheers. They felt so excited, that they couldn't help but scream and cheer. This was the first time in a long time that they felt excited about something other than research. 

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When he heard the cheers from the arena, even Afeus got excited as he walked behind Kretos. He wanted to say something but then noticed the look on Kretos's face. Afeus decided to stay behind silently. 

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"WHAT HAPPENED?! Evior is dead! My son is dead!" The life-saving artifact that he gave his son activated. It was supposed to teleport him at the moment when his life was in danger. Yet what came back was the broken pieces of ice containing Evior's body. 

Evior's father Sagar had a high position in the Osted Family, one of the old families in the Serbek kingdom. He never could've predicted that someone from his family would be killed like this, especially not his son.

Sagar then quickly called in some of his men and ordered them to find out who was the one that did this to Evior. After his men left in a hurry, Sagar activated a spell to gather all the shattered remains of his son. Once that was done he headed to his father's study. 

Sagar's father, Evior's grandfather, Walganus was the current head of the Osted family. He was the third strongest mage in the Kingdom. He was one of the few that could claim to be a match for the Grand Mage. 

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While Sagar was walking with floating ice shards, the people in his path tried to avoid him at all costs. The face he was making was so grim that it frightened the other Osted family members. They then started whispering to each other as Sagar passes by. 

"Why is Sir Sagar acting like that?" 

"Do you think it's war?" 

"Who are we going to war with, the Reschbeauch Kingdom?" 

"Are you stupid, why should we join in that kind of stupid war. The battle between the two kingdoms is just the surface war. Everyone thinks that the two sides are going all out. Little did they know if the two sides really went all out, the war would've ended within a day and one side would've been annihilated already. There's something deeper going on here."

Sagar continued walking not bothering with the rumors that were forming due to him. He finally arrived at his father's study. Even though he was in a hurry, Sagar still knocked on the door and announced his arrival. 

"You may enter." Only after hearing his father's approval did Sagar dare enter the room. 

"What is it?" An old man sipping his tea while reading a book asked. This was Walganus the current head of the Osted family.

"Father, Evior is dead." The moment Sagar said those words, the old man's demeanor changed. The air of sophistication and elderly wisdom disappeared, and what replaced it was the face of a demon. The change was so quick and so sudden, that it might have surprised most, but not Sagar who knew his father rather well. 

"Who did this?! Who would dare do this?!" The elderly man's voice was booming as his mana started to swirl around the room. 

"I have sent my men to the school, we will know once they return," Sagar answered quickly. 

"Then where is Evior's body, did you recover it?" Hearing this question Sagar made the frozen remains of his son float towards Walganus. At first, the old man was confused as to why Sagar was making ice float his way but upon closer inspection, he was surprised to see that this was his grandson broken into pieces. 

He touched the ice and noticed that this was made by using a high-tier spell. It was not something a student of that school could have done. So it might be a teacher or someone else that killed his grandson. 

Walganus frowned as this event doesn't seem as simple as he thought it was.. But even so, it doesn't matter, his grandson must be avenged.