Reborn As A Bastard Child: Woah! I'm Super Overpowered-Chapter 10: Departure Pt.1

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Villains are made, not born...

A wise saying indeed.

Raven made up his mind to pay heed to an old man's wise words in this life of his.

F**k Batman and his saying of Justice, not Vengeance.

Raven was going to make them pay, each and every one of them who had a hand behind his exile.

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Everyone in Ignaz was aware that Demantoid Wilderness was nothing short of a death trap, and that was where he was being sent.

Raven steeled his resolve : he would achieve the unprecedented and escape, no,... he would dominate the Demantoid Wilderness before he debuts to the Imperial Capital of Ignaz a decade later.

And then no one would be able to stop him from staining his hands with the blood of those who had wronged him.

One lifetime of regrets was enough, in this life, he would make sure to live without regrets.

Ah! Coming back to the situation at hand, Raven asked those four to gather some equipment and food and meet him at the 3rd dock at 6 in the evening. The 3rd dock was the jetty used to deport the exiled to pre – determined destinations.

Hours flew by.

Raven ate lunch voraciously at the servants' dining quarters: though he was an exiled prince, the palace servants still did not possess the authority to challenge him, rather, they did not find it in their hearts to refuse him a sumptuous meal even though it meant they themselves had to eat less. Helios's mother, Florence, although a slave, worked as a maid with them, and was exceptionally kind-hearted, often starving herself to let her juniors eat just a bit more.

The servants felt that it was their duty to ensure that Florence's son is well-fed before he says ' Adieu '.

And after eating Raven took a nap.

....

Finally, the ancient grandfather clock at the Imperial Palace Grounds of Ignaz struck six times, each strike as sonorous and resonant as the last, reminding everyone that the time has arrived to say farewells to the unfortunate prince, though it was only the servants who bothered to send Helios off with their heartfelt well wishes and prayers.

The Third dock was surprisingly bustling at such late hour. Somehow word had reached the dock workers' ears that the bastard prince wished to depart at dusk – and they were hurriedly making sure that everything would go smoothly, that is, none of them would have to be on the receiving end of a prince's rage.

Soon in the horizon appeared the silhouettes of five men, four of them clad in flowing white robes, while their leader, the fairest of them all, was dressed in a silken black garment, with intricate embroideries hand stitched on it with gold threads.

But it seemed that instead of slow deliberate steps, all five of them were rushing towards the 3rd dock in great haste, apparently wishing to get as far away from the Empire of Ignaz as possible.

Surprisingly, these five men were in a hurry, a great hurry. It was as if Satan himself was chasing after them in a deadly pursuit. In a mere instant they had reached the 3rd dock, jumped into the canoe assigned for them and took off : inserting mana in their oars to enhance their speed.

The banished prince and his four followers disappeared into obscurity amidst the evening mist just as the gleaming scarlet sun dipped down below the horizon, leaving the dock workers' mouths hanging agape.

Those commoners had expected the princely brat to throw a tantrum in the last second, refusing to go to exile, and the Imperial Knights would have to throw him into the Demantoid Wilderness themselves, but voila!

The prince and his followers acted like being exiled was the best thing to happen to someone in this world, the way their enthusiasm and anticipation oozed out, wanting to get as far away from Ignaz Empire as possible.

After mere seconds of the prince's departure, five Imperial Knights rushed up to the 3rd dock enquiring of the prince's whereabouts. Upon learning that the prince and his men had already left, and they were employing mana to reach Demantoid Wilderness as fast as possible, a look of dejection flickered in their eyes, their shoulders slumping in defeat.

The dock workers, bewildered, could not make heads or tails of this situation, and went to bed with a certain unease lingering in their minds.