Chapter 4: Leston Is Annoying.
Oliver took a deep breath, trying to steady the storm in his mind, and not think about Sir Bolton for now.
Oh, he still had plans to kill this backstabbing Prick.
But he thought hard to other important things.
His father's estate was vast, befitting the crowned prince of the kingdom. Luckily, he still remembered most of it.
He could already map it out in his head: the sprawling servant quarters, the dedicated living spaces for the numerous children, and the two grand mansions where his father's many wives resided.
Somewhere within these walls, the copy of that Relic—Solomon's Seal, was left hidden, and he had mere hours to find it.
There was nothing anyone could do to stop what was coming. The kingdom's fate was already sealed, its fall unavoidable. But that didn't mean Oliver had to share the same fate. If he could get his hands on the copy Seal of Solomon also known as the Alchemist's seal, he could change everything—not just for himself, but for Velma, and maybe, just maybe, for others who would otherwise be condemned to slavery.
The Somaran Empire's growth had been fueled by the power of Solomon's slave-branded seal. It was a tool of ultimate subjugation, initially used by the long dead King Solomon to control spiritual entities such as demons, bend them to his will, and even feed off their power.
But when the Somaran empire found it, things changed. Over the centuries, the empire had refined its use, chaining thousands of people under their will.