The Last Incarnation Of The Land Of Arden II
CHAPTER 3 [Artl Kyzen]

Long before Titisan, the Arden Nation was a single State led by a Tyrant who had killed his family and brother to become the most powerful figure in Arden.

He who grew up in a bad environment, he who was born from the cruelty of a King who wanted male offspring despite having to impregnate many women.

Artl Kyzen is the name of a boy who was predicted to be a destroyer for his own Negrin.

A hard life becomes his daily friend. Educated how important it is to be a powerful person is always implanted for Artl until he becomes a proud figure for everything.

Days without a drop of Artl's blood dripping, it was like his freedom. This was something that Artl dreamed of when he had killed everyone related to the red thread on his veins.

Yeah, he killed everything.

Killing Dad.

Killed Mother.

Killing his father's affair.

Killing Brother.

Killed everything related to his father.

On the red full moon night, he was bathed in the blood of the people he had slaughtered. His father's head he was beheaded, became evidence in the eyes of the people of Arden at that time.

Everything became quiet, silent, and cold.

The dry season began to hit up to a quarter of the territory of Negri Arden became arid and difficult to get water.

Not a single citizen dared to raise his hand to Artl Kyzen.

Until one of the Elven young men came to Artl's residence to beg him for mercy in order to bring rain to the region.

Artl's purple mana sword thrust towards the Elf youth's neck.

"What are you going to pay for him?"

Nothing is free in this world. The Elf boy knew it.

"I swear I'll be your loyal follower Sir"

The Elf youth stared at Artl's ice blue iris with her iris that was purer than Emerald.

"MAX, PFFT"

It was like a joke to Artl.

"I don't need a single follower for my life. Get out of the way, let the territory dry up and die" Artl said as he left the young Elf behind.

"I will dedicate everything I have to you, Master" The Elf Youth did not know the word surrender.

"Huh? Repeat once more" Artl turned around and began to be interested in his words.

"I dedicate everything I have to you" The Elf youth repeated.

Artl folded his hands in front of his chest. "What do you have?"

Originally, Artl only wanted to play with that Elf youth. However, something he had never heard of made him interested in that Elf Youth.

"Honor, trust, loyalty, and sacrifice. Those four things are everything I'll dedicate to you if you give a little of your magic to the region" The Elf youth bowed his body in front of Artl who was wide at hearing the offerings he was about to give.

"What's your name?"

"Ryan, I have no clan" replied the Elf youth.

"Then, drink this as proof of the sacrifice you'll give me" A bottle of poison from a magical beast came out from Artl's right hand and extended it to Ryan.

Ryan looked at the glass bottle which gave off a dense negative aura.

"What water is it, sir?" Actually Ryan already knew it but, he kept asking Artl.

"Poisons of the blood of the magic renderer"

"You intend to kill me?" Ask.

"I need proof of your offering"

"What if I die and you don't give a little of your magic to the region?"

"Isn't that also the offering you're going to give me? Trust" asked Artl.

The Elf youth fell silent.

"I'll drink it. It's an honor for me, because you've asked my name. Glegh!"

The young Elf man was seen moving as he drank the poison.

Artl just looked at the Elf youth expressionlessly.

DEGH!

The poison reacted quickly, like a rumor.

"Khaaac.... BRUCK!"

A feeling of tightness and intense heat suffocating the esophagus was felt by the Elf-splitter until it fell on the cold marble.

Tears dripped from those Elf eyes while curling up down there without even yelling.

The suffering and negative memories of the Elf youth were channeled into Artl's head trying to ruffle Ryan's subconscious.

The feeling of being claustrophobic cannot be explained away. The feeling of fear and disappointment felt by Artl after scraping through Ryan's subconscious that turned out to be a child who was dumped by his family when he was 6 years old and left alone in the forest that is now become arid.

Ryan lives a kara and is only accompanied by magical animals in the forest.

"SADDENING"

That's the truth that Artl got from Ryan's subconscious.

Artl held the head of that dark-haired Elf. He turned the Elf's position to his back. Artl used his magic to remove the poison that the young man had swallowed and put it back in the bottle.

The Elf youth was unconscious and left lying on the cold marble floor.

That day, the entire region of Arden fell rain due to the effects of Artl's magic. Artl made one Negri hit by rain for 3 days and 3 nights because he did not know which region needed to be given magic because, there were as many as 11 regions affected by long drought attacks.

The young man, awakened from his unconsciousness after four days he lay on the marble floor and was often passed by Artl.

"HUH! I... am I still alive?" The young man was shocked after he was able to feel his cold cheeks.

Artl only looked at the young man from a safe distance. "He's a real dumb elf"

Lirihan Artl was heard by the young man.

"Wait!!! The master!!! Did you bring me to life?!"

Artl almost laughed hearing that.

"I'm just testing you. In the next life, don't be a stupid, talkative Elf" Artl ordered.

"Of course Sir! I'm very grateful to you. So what about my request?" Asked the Elf while walking quickly towards Artl.

"I've made the sky rain. Anything else you want?" Ask Artl.

"Emm, what about the protection magic that only made the chosen people and the Elves who could use magic in that region?" Ask.

Artl immediately put on a dumb face.

"You think I'm an Archangel?" Ask Artl.

"Haha, you are a stronger figure than the Archangel. Your power will be eternal there. Trust me on. I can see your future"

"Stop your bullshit. You have dared to joke with me apparently" Artl said while throwing his face away.

"AHA! In the life to come, when you have the opportunity, be a jolly and talkative person, occasionally being a careless person. I'm expecting to be your friend in second life and I want to feel like I have a friend who's talkative and reckless"

Everything happened so fast.

"BKAAHKK!!!"

A black mana sword belonging to a poisonous snake demon pierced Ryan's chest as Artl visited the region that Ryan asked to be granted that special magic protection.

Ryan tried to protect Artl at that time from the sudden attack of people who did not like Artl.

A breath of frenzy and black blood spilled out from Ryan's mouth, for the first time making a cold figure like Artl shed his tears.

That day, the territory given magic by Artl is a forbidden forest that until now still continues to be in the protection of Artl's magic.

Artl felt lonely for the first time.

The noise that always bothered him became silence in an instant.

Artl returned to his former figure who did not care about the surrounding until, Luciel came to him to deliver a message from the Light and bring the purple lotus as a sign of peace, as well as an offer to become a figure Titisan.