Crazy Idea

Mighell got more and more suspicious even if he didn't want to. His mind began to generate all kinds of thoughts. That item that Daemon hid away looked like ......

No! It can't be! Impossible! How in the world is he even having it? He quickly shook off his thoughts as Daemon turned to face him.

"Sir," he gave him a slight bow.

"Are the horses fed?" He asked without looking at Mighell. He had an indifferent arrogant look.

"Yes, sir. All fed and given water," Mighell answered.

"I want to explore this Land Of Shadows And Darkness. I wonder why the world feared this place that much!" Daemon clenched his fists. He thought that if he could be the world's most feared and wicked man, he would achieve his goals. But it doesn't seemed to work and instead of getting motivated to compete against others for powers (against Gregory or the Dark Lord) he actually felt tired and exhausted and stressed. He wasn't keeping up well with the evil title everyone in the capital gave him.

Mighell saddled