Inhuman Warlock

The portrait was really good for a hand-drawn drawing.

"You seem to be a really good artist."

"That isn't drawn by me. My sister drew it," the Young Man gazed at the Portrait. A beautiful yet sad smile spread across his lips. "She was really good at drawing. She loved it.'

"I still remember convincing that man to pose for the portrait so my sister could draw it. I was so embarrassed asking it, and I thought he would say no, but surprisingly he agreed."

Gabriel pointed toward the wall. "That's where he stood for over half an hour as my sister drew him. He was a really nice person."

Lucifer placed the portrait back. "Did he tell you anything about where he was from or where he might be going?"

"He didn't say anything about that. He rarely talked about himself."

"Well, it's fine. We will still find him one day," Lucifer commented. Even though he wasn't really going to find that person, he still had to tell the young man to keep him happy.

Even though these were false hopes, it was better than nothing. Moreover, he doubted he was going to have time to go search for that person amidst all his troubles.

"Anyway, this is certainly a good place to hide. Stay here for a few weeks. I will come here when I am done to inform you," he explained. "Also, regarding the food. Do you need any?"

"I can live without food. It's gone. You don't need to worry. You can just leave me here. All the memories I have of this place are enough to spend years here for me. The silence here would only be helpful to me so I can get my thoughts together."

Lucifer spent some more time with the young man before he left, closing the door. He also covered the opening with snow once again, so no one was going to discover this opening.

After covering his tracks, Lucifer flew back to the residence, noticing the sun had started setting. He couldn't stay out too late, or it was considered breaking the rules. Fortunately, his speed made him capable of getting back in time.

Along the way back, he noticed a young lady running back as well. She seemed to be running as fast as she could. It was unclear how long she had been running for, but she appeared to be tired.

"She's going to be late." Lucifer shook his head in response, recognizing that lady as the one he met on the mountain. He didn't know why she didn't get back on time, but it was evident that she was in real trouble.

Lucifer flew down and landed right before the young woman who was huffing as her chest heaved up and down.

"Need help?"

"You would help me? Why? Aren't I your competition?" The young lady asked in confusion. "Won't it be beneficial if I'm disqualified, so you have one less person to worry about?"

"You're wrong. No one here is my competition for me." Lucifer lazily answered. "Now, do you want my help or not?"

"I-i do. I accidentally fell asleep on the mountain. By the time I woke up, it was too late. I don't think I can run all the way back in time. Will you really help me?"

Lucifer didn't speak in response. Instead, he started flying back to the residence.

The young lady sighed in response. "As expected."

She also started dashing, only to notice that her body had started rising in the air.

She was also flying in the air, as fast as Lucifer. Before long, she was right beside him.

"Is it your doing?" she asked Lucifer in amazement. "You can help others fly as well?"

"Am I not supposed to?"

Both of them landed at the base right at the time and entered barely a few minutes before the doors closed.

The young lady placed her hand on her chest as she sighed a breath of relief. "Thank you for helping me. Without you..."

She was in the middle of thanking Lucifer, only to notice that he wasn't even listening to her. Instead, he had already started leaving for his room.

"Just what kind of person is he?" She muttered as she watched Lucifer disappear from her sight.

She also went to her own room, still very grateful to the young man who had helped her.

Lucifer went straight to the room, unaware that he was under watch. As soon as he entered the place, there were cameras that had been observing him. Fortunately, the cameras couldn't follow him outside.

Sitting in the control room, the Head of the Trial Committee was observing all the participants.

"It seems he is making friends," the old man commented.

"Sir, do you really think he can win this year?" A man working under the old man inquired.

"Who knows. I can't say anything for sure. The participants this year are stronger than they had ever been and this is certainly going to be an interesting competition. Each participant is better than the other."

"Moreover, these people are even more special. Almost every other year, we get a seeded participant who has a higher chance of winning. They are mostly the ones related to the High Council, the heir of the Supreme Clans."

"There is one like that ever so often, but this year is the first time when there are three seeded candidates: the heir of the Rasin Clan and the grandson of General Rasin in High Council who is the first Seeded Candidate and the rank one for now."

"Then there is the granddaughter of General Nimel, the Heir of the Nimel Clan."

"And third, there is Ron Ostrin, son of the Ostrin Clan."

"Everyone is going to give their best year, but those three... They will be next tier since this isn't just about promotion for them. This is about the reputation of their world, their clan, and their Grandparents who recommended them."

"As if those three weren't enough, now we have this oddball, who is special in an entirely different way altogether. It's unclear just how strong he can be, but so far, he's also a pretty interesting candidate, especially since he has been sent here by the Queen herself," the old man explained to his juniors.

"I'm not sure who will win, but I have a feeling that this competition is going to be between the four of them. As for who will be standing tall at the end, that's worth seeing. Keep observing them."

"As for who will win, you'll know soon enough. Tomorrow we will start."