Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master
Chapter 198 The Author!

After running for what felt like an eternity, their eyes finally caught sight of a massive iron gate looming ahead. It stood as a symbol of both protection and uncertainty, guarded by a contingent of heavily armed soldiers. The soldiers, their armor gleaming in the dim light, turned their heads towards the group sprinting towards them. Their eyes showed a mix of wariness and readiness, prepared to defend the gate at any cost.

"We have arrived, your grace," the guide said, his voice filled with a mix of relief and exhaustion. The unusually large raven that had been guiding them flew back and perched on top of him, its eyes darting around vigilantly, as if guarding their path.

The Winter King's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the gate. It represented a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos and uncertainty that surrounded them. The hope for safety and refuge rekindled within his weary soul.

"Hold up! Stay where you are!" One soldier stepped forward, his sword held firmly in front of him. His voice echoed with a stern authority, a testament to his duty and the gravity of the situation. "Who are you?"

The Winter King, gasping for breath, summoned his remaining strength to gather his composure. He straightened his posture, his voice filled with a mix of authority and desperation as he declared, "I am the Winter King, ruler of the Kingdom of Winter. We seek refuge within the Judicial building. Please, we are in dire need of assistance."

The soldier's eyes widened, his gaze shifting between the Winter King and the Queen, who stood by his side. The weight of their presence and their plea for help hung heavy in the air. The soldier maintained his cautious stance, his sword poised for action, as he inquired about the guide.

"And who might you be?" he asked Damien, the guide, suspicion tinting his voice.

Damien let out a mischievous chuckle, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness amidst the tension. "Damien Von Zadkiel, at your service," he replied, embracing his role as the guide. "I am the newly appointed apprentice of the Grandmaster. But if we're just wasting time with names and titles, then we should proceed."

The soldier's stern expression softened, his demeanor reflecting a sense of understanding as he absorbed Damien's words. "My apologies, Apprentice Damien," he said, his sword lowering. "We were instructed to escort any royals and their entourage safely to the Judicial building. Please proceed."

With the soldier's clearance, the iron gates creaked open, revealing a path to safety. The Winter King and the Queen hurriedly entered, their fatigue evident in their hurried steps. They sought respite and a moment of reprieve within the confines of the Judicial building, away from the perils that loomed outside. Their hope for salvation burned brightly within their weary hearts.

However, Damien hesitated, his eyes fixed on the soldier. A flicker of worry crossed his face, drawing a curious look from the soldier.

"Aren't you coming in, Apprentice Damien?" the soldier asked, sensing that something weighed heavily on Damien's mind.

Damien's voice trembled with a mixture of hope and apprehension as he posed a question that held his family's fate in the balance. "Has my mother and father already arrived or..."

The Winter King's surprise was evident, his face paling instantly as he realized the gravity of Damien's words. "Your mother and father...," he began, his voice trailing off, unable to bring himself to utter the words.

"They were not in the residential building when I checked. I thought they might have already arrived," Damien explained, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and concern. He looked at the head soldier, his eyes searching for any glimmer of reassurance.

Regrettably, the soldier shook his head, his expression reflecting the weight of the news. "Forgive me, apprentice, Duke Zadkiel and Duchess Zadkiel have not arrived here yet."

A sigh escaped Damien's lips, carrying the weight of uncertainty and the fear that gripped his heart. His family's whereabouts remained unknown, and the fear for their safety consumed him. He glanced at the soldier, his determination shining through the layers of uncertainty.

"What about my brothers and sisters? Have they arrived?" Damien's voice trembled with a mix of worry and hope, desperately seeking any sign of their well-being.I think you should take a look at

"I'm afraid not," the soldier admitted, shaking his head again. "There's no sign of them, and we're growing concerned. We haven't been able to establish communication with anyone inside the city for some time now. It seems all the lines are down."

The weight of uncertainty settled upon Damien's shoulders, burdening him with the unknown fate of his loved ones. Determination welled up within him, a flicker of resolve that refused to be extinguished.

"I won't rest until I locate them," Damien vowed, his voice filled with determination and resolve. The weight of his words hung in the air, capturing the attention of those around him.

The head soldier, a mix of admiration and regret in his eyes, placed a comforting hand on Damien's shoulder. "There's nothing we won't do to aid you on your journey. We may have our orders, but know that we stand ready to support you in any way we can."

Damien felt a surge of gratitude towards the head soldier. He placed a hand on top of the soldier's, a silent gesture of appreciation. "That's alright, sir. Your words mean a great deal to me. Even if you offered me help, I would have to decline. This is a task I must undertake alone. You have your duty, and I have mine."

Turning his attention to the Winter King and Queen, Damien's eyes reflected the weight of his decision. "This is the end of our journey, your highnesses. Please take refuge in the Judicial building. I will search for the rest of your family and ensure their safety."

The Winter King stepped forward, his expression grave and filled with paternal concern. "Damien," he began, his voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and worry, "if you... if you happen to come across my daughter, please ensure her safety. I know it may seem selfish to ask for more when you have already rescued us, but as a father, my worry knows no bounds."

Damien's face softened, his eyes filled with compassion. He understood the Winter King's concerns, as Lumiere held a special place in his heart too. He offered a reassuring smile. "Do not worry, your grace. Princess Lumiere is dear to me, and I will do everything in my power to help her if I replace her. Your concern is not selfish; it is that of a loving father."

The Winter King's features relaxed, a glimmer of hope returning to his eyes. He extended a hand towards Damien, a gesture of trust and gratitude. Damien took the Winter King's hand in his own, sealing their unspoken bond and shared purpose.

As the Winter King and Queen made their way towards the Judicial building, Damien watched them with a mix of relief and determination.

With his resolve unwavering, Damien embarked on his solitary mission, venturing into the unknown to replace the missing members of his family and friends.

As he stepped into the darkened streets of the city, shadows danced around him, whispering eerie secrets. His senses heightened, Damien remained alert, his every step deliberate and cautious. The city, once vibrant and alive, now lay in ruins, a haunting reminder of the chaos that had unfolded.

He searched tirelessly through the debris-strewn streets, his heart pounding with a mix of hope and trepidation. Each corner turned, each building explored, held the potential for a long-awaited reunion or a devastating loss. The air was thick with uncertainty, the silence broken only by the distant sounds of destruction.

With each encounter, Damien faced remnants of the Midnight Consortium's vile presence. Undead creatures lurked in the shadows, their eyes gleaming with a malevolent hunger. He fought with all his might, his sword slicing through the air as he defended himself and pushed forward. The battles were fierce, the odds stacked against him, but he refused to be deterred.

"Oh, my? What have I stumbled upon?" Damien froze in his tracks, his breath catching in his throat as he recognized the voice. It was a voice he thought he would never hear again, a voice from his past life. His heart pounded hard in his chest, uncertainty and disbelief swirling within him. "This cannot be," he whispered to himself, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. Fear and anticipation intertwined, urging him to turn around and confront the truth.

"You were just my creation," the woman spoke, her words dripping with a mix of arrogance and disbelief. "Just a figment of my imagination, a character brought to life. And yet, here you stand, blocking my way? How dare you, Damien. You should be on your knees, begging for my forgiveness, grateful for the life I bestowed upon you."

With a deep breath, Damien summoned the courage to face the voice that haunted his memories. Slowly, he turned, his eyes meeting those of a woman who stood before him. She was the creator of the novel that had shaped his existence, his very own sister from his previous life.