Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master
Chapter 137 Visiting An Old Friend!

On the morning Luther came to his room and knelt before him. He expressed his happiness on Damien's return and started to talk about all the stuff he had done in the past year and a half. He had vigorously trained in swordsmanship and became more powerful than ever.

Up on closer look, it was really evident. If he was arrogant back then, he had become humble and powerful now. The whole air around had changed.

The twinkle in his eyes made Damien worrisome, but he decided to put that aside for now.

The most shocking thing that happened- the thing that completely changed from the plot was that- he and Daenys had broken up.

It made Damien baffled like that was not in the novel at all.

The reason made him even more baffled. Luther said, "I don't like the way she talks about you or the way she acts towards you. It's harassment and I won't tolerate it."

Damien had looked at him for a moment in astonishment, whereas Luther just avoided his eyes altogether.

For some reason, it made him happy and relieved.

'It's because she's a bitch that I'm feeling relieved. Not because of other reasons.' He had said that to himself like a mantra.

Damien bid goodbye to his brother and Lily, as he had to stop by on an old friend. He had said that he will meet them at the tournament. Lily was, understandably sad but she shove it down and said to watch himself from any danger.

The plan was for him to go alone but Luther had insisted he will come with Damien as a protector and guardian.

Aviora was nowhere to be seen. He reached out to her in his mind, but there was no reply. Like there was no connection at all.

He was worried for her. But who wants to hunt down a little raven, not to mention she was more than enough to be able to take on little thieves and thugs?

It was a shame that he was not able to introduce her to Lily but there is plenty of time, right? 

Daeron had arranged a wagon for him to travel but he refused and took a horse with him. It made everyone very amused. Even Daenys, who was watching him from her window had an astonished look on her face. 

He looked for the best horse in the stable and selected a black stallion. Out of all the horses, he was the most silent one, so he had him selected.

Before going out, he had made sure to feed it himself and pat it, familiarising himself with the horse.

The food and water were packed in a small bag, which of course was the storage dimension. He had emergency potions and other essentials with him also.

When all set he bid goodbye to everyone. He didn't want to but since they were all at this point, he had waved at Daenys when Luther was distracted.

She kinda quickly hid behind the mirror like she was surprised but then came to her senses and weakly raised her hands with a shy smile. He chuckled seeing it. Luther had wondered why he was smiling at all.

The journey was arduous, nonetheless. He learned horse riding from the old pervert but he never had ridden any for days and it was evident.

He felt stiff sometimes from the prolonged galloping and needed rest from time to time. Luther was not angry at all, he seemed happy to be of any help to him.

Luther had made fire using wood, at night. He made tents for them to live in since Damien insisted not to stay at a tavern.

If the time taken for a wagon to reach the Royal Capital was 4 days, Damien and Luther had reached it in just one and a half days. The Royal Capital was even grander than the last day when he visited the princess. It seems like the city has developed a few years just in the span of one day.

With the badge of the Zadkiel duchy, they were able to get a pass fairly easily through the portal. The security seemed tighter than ever. They were intensely searching every one of their belongings and identification card.

He felt the familiar dizzy feeling on his head as he passed through the portal. He honestly doesn't like the feeling at all.

On the other side, several Autumn Kingdom knights were stationed. Knights, not soldiers. And they were also searching for the people coming out of the portal extensively.

One of the knights, lean and strong, came to them and asked for the identification card. Damien had handed him his sigil.

"Reason for the visit, my lord?" He asked with a brisk tone.

"Visiting an old friend," he replied.

"Who is?"

"The Duchess of the Farel Duchy. You do know our relation with Farel duchy, right?" Damien asked, feeling a little off about the knight.

The knight chuckled. "Yes, of course, everybody knows about your relation with the Farel duchy. Aren't you the hero who saved the Farel duchy from the supposed rabid people?"

Okay, he was mocking now. Damien's jaws tightened seeing the small chuckle on the handsome face of the knight. He had the urge to just launch on the knight and beat the shit out of him. But he refrained less he wanted a strained relationship with this Kingdom. He was more worried about Luther but when no sound came from behind him, he was again reminded of the way Luther was matured.

The other knights also joined him in the mocking. Some of them laughed, some looked away from shame, but most of them just snickered.

Damien said, "Yes, that's right. I saved them and I don't remember any of you there. You weren't hiding or something, were you, sir knight?'

The laughing suddenly seized, and the air became heavier. The knight looked at him and again chuckled. "Forgive me, my lord, would you be willing to step down from your stud so that I can frisk you? don't get offended, my lord, it's a strict protocol directly from the King."

Damien knew what was going on. They were going to frisk him and will magically replace something harmful in his body. They will shackle him and Luther and imprison them. Then it will be a shit show from there on.

·ƈθm If it was the Spring Kingdom, nobody would've fucking dared to touch him at all. He could even kill the guard who could be doing anything else just by claiming he doesn't like the way the guard looks at him.

But here, in another Kingdom, it was all a different story.