Sign of the Zodiac: Cancer
Deimheim Offensive

“Young Master, are you sure you will be traveling in the middle of the night like this?” ask the coachman Damian who just woke up in the middle of the night. The coachman slept in a special room for the guests provided by the brothel. The room contained many multi-storey beds that were all filled with coachmen waiting for their master to enjoy the night with comfort women.

“There will be no problem. The place we will go is not far from here,” urged Damian impatiently.

“But, sir, how about Aimheim. Our horses, as well as myself will certainly be directly preyed upon,” the terrified coachman groaned as if he had just been sentenced to death.

Damian clucked in annoyance. If you don't want to drive me, I'll ride alone,” his grunts as he turns away.

The young man slightly hoped that the coachman would prevent him from going alone. But the only word his personal coachman said was an apology. Damian's gonna make sure that guy gets fired in the morning. Without letters of recommendation. That way he won't be able to find a new job. A servant who does not obey his master's orders deserves to lose the future.

While grumbling, Damian came out of the brothel. The atmosphere outside was completely quiet, without a sound. The air was like hanging oddly and made Damian's rome feathers bristle a little. But the young man continued to try to vent. Luckily the dim street lights are still on dimly. At least Damian can see the streets of that city.

He went to the stables and looked for his horse tethered to one of the rooms. The horse was supposed to be used to pull the horse carriage. But the horses of the Castor family were also strong enough to ride.

After making it out without making much noise, the young man immediately let out his horse to go to the place he was headed to, the residence of Viscountess Gausse. The bald sound of the horse's steps split that night and felt loud as no other sound was heard.

Half of Damian's journey went smoothly without any problems. But when he was about to turn in the square, suddenly the lights of the streets around him simply extinguished. Darkness enveloped Damian. He was still trying to keep driving his horse which now looked agitated. The brown-haired horse suddenly neighed in fear, and soon lost control.

Damian kept trying to stay on the back of his horse which now began to run fast without direction.  The young man tried to pull the bridle he was clutching tightly, but the rope broke because of the strength of the rebellious horse. Damian fell off the back of his horse.

“Damn it!” it was so while standing up. The horse had run away so fast it was invisible. Damian stood alone in the midst of complete darkness.

The young man tried to spread his eyes. But the darkness of the night made him unable to recognize his place at this time. It was as if all the absorbed light had disappeared just like that. Even the sky was black without stars or moons.

Damian is still hissing annoyed. His back and waist ached from a hard fall on the stone path. His feet also hurt when he walked. I just hope his ankle is not broken.

Amidst the darkness, Damian was forced to fumble his own way. He tried to find clues from nearby buildings that he could touch. Suddenly a foul, piercing scent approached Damian's sense of smell. Suddenly the young man covered his mouth with his hands while saying a serapah oath.

“Sial! What exactly is this smell. Even the market in Ponza alone does not smell this bad,” hisses continue to feel annoyed.

Damian's breath began to hunt. His heart was racing and his entire body was calling for a danger signal. It was Daimheim, the malevolent spirit of human predators that roamed every night.

Damian is back in his heart. In that instant he also regretted his reckless actions had wandered around in the middle of the night. Even so Damian did not want to die. The young man drew his sword which was slung around his waist. As the son of a Duke, and also because of his work as a delator, Damian was required to study swordsmanship from childhood. Although his abilities are not as great as his two brothers, but Damian is quite confident when using a sword.

With the sword drawn, Damian mounted the horses and prepared to fight the dark red-eyed creature before him. The tense moments lasted for a few seconds until finally Daimheim was darted very quickly towards him.

Damian immediately raised his sword to repel the attack. The sound of iron ringing clashed with the hard skin of the evil spirit. Damian was thrown two steps back. Although surprised, but he still survived. Deimheim didn't give up. He came back to Damian from behind.

The young man swung his sword once more to avoid the attack. Luckily the evil spirit's two red eyes helped Damian to estimate the direction of the attack. Even so, Deimheim's second attack managed to injure his arm. That big-bodied evil spirit had extremely sharp hard thorny fur.

Damian condemned his slow movements. At least he made a wrong move, Damian's entire body could be swallowed roundly by Deimheim.

The third attack came faster than before. Damian wasn't fully ready at the time. He swung his sword haphazardly, but now what he was facing was an enormous mouth that appeared to reveal rows of monstrous fangs.

“Damn it!” scream Damian shut his eyes.

Suddenly a silver flash shot from the opposite direction and managed to hit the body of the evil spirit.The Deimheim was thrown aside and disappeared leaving behind a dark, foul smelling smoke.

Damian opened his eyes again, realizing that his life was still in the body. It survived. With a bad breath, the young man then observed the direction of the attack that killed the evil spirit. A figure of silver-haired youth gleaming about suddenly emerged from the darkness. The young man looked like he was floating around with long hair waving in the wind.

Shortly after, the street lights began to turn on again. Damian could now see the figure of the silver-haired young man walking over to him. He was wearing a strange white dress. A thick fur coat with long hanfu pieces swept through the streets.

“You okay?” asked the silver-haired young man in such a calm manner. A bow clasped in his hand, explaining the incision of the arrow that killed the evil spirit in one strike.

“Who are you?” sergeant Damian is still breathing hard.