Agatha The Legendary Guild Master

I raised up my eyes to see my master, tall and strong, standing in front of that deceitful man up above, just for my sake. I really adored him right now.

"My disciple didn't mean to," that man said, with a tone that I recognized well, a cowardly tone!

"No, I insist, he already filed his accusation, and my disciple had to answer to him. ``You know the rules, whoever is guilty will be expelled from society," my master said, pausing for a moment, "and I intend to dispel your precious disciple," he then added.

"What are his accusations against me, master?"

I raised up my voice at this moment, as I was sick hearing that man lie and lie again. my master turned to look at me with his warm smile, before saying:

"He is accusing you of attacking his newly acquired castle and killing all of his men, a serious accusation actually, one that would end up by expelling one of you two."

My eyes got widened, as I didn't and never expected that all this was for my castle, the castle that I took by force, not by anyone else's help. Suddenly I recalled the three masters' attack on me, and I got extremely angry.

"Are you the one who sent him?" I looked up, with fiery eyes, fixed upon that man's body. those three seemed to be pawns, acting for someone else, and now I knew who was that one!

"I don't know what you are talking about," he simply replied to me like he was replying to a little girl.

"Liar!" I suddenly bellowed, and my voice echoed in the whole courtroom, "they said they were sent by their master, and you are their master, you are the one who tried to steal my castle from my hand!" I was extremely enraged, and even the sight of that man angered me.

"Keep your tongue little disciple!"

"Or what?!" I answered back, word by word, "if you are considering yourself worthy of men, then come here and show me your courage, tell the whole world what you just wanted, what you tried to steal from me!"

The man's face was very unsightly, even from my position I could spot his gloomy face and glaring, angered eyes. I knew he would never do that, but at least I took my own revenge by my words.

"Sam, control your disciple better than this."

"Control your puppets first," my master sneered, "now, let's start this trial, or do you want me to call the great council of masters to bear witness?" my master added, with a chuckle like he was really enjoying what that Terik was suffering.

"I told you, there is no need for that!"

My master sighed, in an impatient manner.

"Master, what is the great council of masters?" I suddenly asked.

"They are the strongest and oldest of us all, the fairest and the most wise of us all."

"That seems nice," I giggled, "how can we summon them?" I added my desired question, and my master's reactions were really amusing, as he started to like the rebellious spirit inside me.

"Only in great emergencies can the great council be summoned," that distasteful Terik said, interrupting our little speech.

"What are these emergencies, master?" I ignored Terik, and so did my master, as we two continued our little discussion, like master and disciple.

"Like the attack of demons on here, like some great damage happening to the society, like the killing of many judges and elders," he then pointed at Terik and asked, simply like that, "do you want me to kill him for you?"

His question silenced the whole court at once, as it seemed my master wasn't of the joking type, he was of the do type, and I liked that nature of him.

"This liar? No we need him to be trialed with his henchmen," I said, shaking my head, as I added, "let me summon the great council then."

I didn't speak further, as all the eyes were focused on me. if they needed to summon the strongest and oldest and wisest mystic art masters, then I need not to summon usual demons, but a special one.

I closed my eyes, and entered with my consciousness into the prison artifact. I had already tested the ability for me to use the artifacts here, which meant this HQ of the mystic art masters lied inside the sacred lands, or at least followed their rules, not the game rules.

I took out my prison artifact, my little cube, and started to observe the guarding demon I captured from the castle.

That huge demon, which was once before a foul mouthed arrogant one, was now lying very docile, without making any sound.

It was already bound to the prison by some sort of chains, chains I never saw before. The moment my mind was focused on it, I received info, very old info, left by the witch for me.

This demon was left out by her, for me to use, and the binding process was completed the moment it entered the prison.

That three eyed giant demon was now acting as my servant, with its four pieces of artifact, including that fearful sword.

'Can I summon it?' I asked.

'Only for a brief one minute,' the cold voice of the prison replied back.

'One minute is more than enough,' I smiled, evilly smiled, as I reopened my eyes and looked at the place around me. the room was huge, but after seeing that giant demon, I suddenly felt it was very small, tight and crowded, not enough for the great show I had in mind.

"What is it, disciple?"

It seemed my actions were keenly spotted by my master, as I was observing the whole place, thinking if I should summon the demon here or not.

"This place is so small and tight, master," I simply replied, and as everyone was now silently watching us, my words were perfectly heard all over the place.

"This hall is small?" my master repeated my words, "small for what precisely?" he then added, with some curiosity.

"For summoning the great council," I replied back, like a child saying all the perfect and meaningful words in the world, "I need some bigger place," I demanded.

"Bigger place, you say?��

"Yes."

"For what, again?"

"For summoning the great council."

My master started looking around us, and I really didn't know if he was playing the game of not knowing my intentions or not, but I started to like this game.

"Do you want me to reshape this place? this, alone, would be enough to make the great council appear."

"Oh, no, I just want a bigger place, a wider zone, with no ceiling," I said, pointing to the roof of that building.

"With no ceiling, you say?" my master asked, and I literally had to hold back my laughs at this interesting moment.

"Hmm," I nodded, "that ceiling is bad, it makes me unable to summon the venerable masters," I added.

"I can destroy it if you want."

"Nah, I can't feel it here, let's go to another place."

"Go to another place, you say?"

"like the roof of this court," I suggested with a chuckle that I couldn't control anymore.

"I can blow the roof for you," he said.

"Nah, it will ruin the view, plus it's so tight here."

"Ok, let's go to the roof," my master, said, amidst the astonished and funny looks of everyone, he grabbed me, and simply like that, he let his spear took us up to the ceiling, before crashing the roof of the court and making a hole, big enough for us to pass through it.

That was just unbelievable!

Just as we exited the court roof, other masters following him did the same, and the whole roof was transformed to be like a honeycomb, slowly collapsing to the ground, causing some noise and dust.

The view outside was really refreshing. It was night already, and the scene from the top of this building was really fascinating.

"We aren't in the game, right master?" I asked, as the view of these distant gardens, hills, and even the three moons in the night sky wasn't anything familiar in the game.

"Yes, we are in one of the mystic lands under our control," he said, "any disciple must come here for debriefing and receiving an assessment, a process usually done by one master, a newly appointed master. But you, my disciple, was dragged all the way to our main HQ, to be trialed, and condemned guilty to be expelled, and all your belongings in the game or outside wouldn't be protected by the society rules anymore," he added.

"Meaning any mystic art master, like that liar down there, can attack me and my castle."

"Exactly," he simply said.

"Thank you master," I honestly said it with all the gratitude I had for him. I didn't know without his aid, and support, what could I possibly have achieved.

"You are a good disciple, with the blood of a great ancestor running in your veins. That's the least I could do to protect you," he said, referring to the witch's lineage I had. I didn't know he noticed this, and knowing he knew before and did all that relieved me, the idea itself was quite reliable.

"What do you intend to do now? I advise strongly against leaving here before putting an end to this Terik's ambitious treacherous acts."

"Don't worry master, '' I said, as I held tightly my prison artifact, "I'm not the one who needs to run," I added with an evil smile over my face.

'Come forth my giant,' I simply muttered.