Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master



His words carried the weight of history, and the room seemed to be transported to a bygone era, where the Golden hero, a legendary figure, had once walked the streets of their beloved city.

The Grandmaster's eyes sparkled with reverence as he spoke of his former master. "He was not just a leader, but a guiding light for all who followed him. His wisdom and compassion touched the hearts of many, and he inspired us to build a city where justice, equality, and freedom would flourish."

The memories of the Golden hero's deeds, the battles he fought, and the victories he achieved danced in the minds of those present. He was not just a man of strength and skill, but a man of principles and ideals that shaped the very foundation of their society.

"He taught me the true meaning of leadership," the old man continued, his voice soft with nostalgia. "To lead is not just to command, but to serve. To lead is to understand the pain and suffering of those you govern and to carry the burden of their hopes and dreams upon your shoulders."

The room was captivated by the wisdom pouring forth from the Grandmaster's lips. It was a poignant reminder of the responsibility they all bore as leaders, entrusted with the well-being of their people.

"In times of darkness and uncertainty," the Grandmaster's voice rose with conviction, "we must embody the spirit of the Golden hero and rise to the occasion. We must show strength not only in our swords but also in our hearts. We must stand together, united, and face the challenges that threaten to consume us."

He turned to Madelyn, his expression grave yet hopeful. "And to you, Holy Nun Madelyn, I extend my hand in partnership. Let us put aside our differences and work together for the greater good. For the protection of this city and its people, we must forge an alliance that transcends the boundaries of our offices."

Madelyn's stern visage softened, and for a moment, a glimmer of understanding passed between them. In that moment, the weight of their roles as protectors of the city united them in purpose.

"As the Holy nun, I have seen the darkness that lurks in the hearts of men," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of regret. "But I also understand the need for unity in the face of such malevolence. I am willing to put aside my grievances for the sake of this city."

He nodded to her and addressed the whole room.

"This man- Damien Von Zadkiel, is special. I've seen it with my eyes. His potential is unfathomable but more than that, his wit and heart are what drive him. I have seen it and that was the reason why I asked for him to be my apprentice. I believe he can be a key to putting an end to this madness. If there's a chance, however slight, that he can be swayed, then we must reach out to him."

The Grandmaster paused for a moment as he gathered his thoughts.

"He has experienced loss and pain, just like many of us have," the Grandmaster continued, his voice carrying a tinge of sorrow. "But it is in those moments of darkness that true strength is forged. We cannot ignore the depth of his emotions and the burden he carries. He is a hero who once saved Queen Serielle. He saved the Ferel Duchy of the Autumn Kingdom from a similar experience. And just weeks ago he stopped Midnight Consortium. And I believe that is enough to merit him."

The room listened intently, drawn in by the Grandmaster's words, as he painted a vivid picture of Damien's journey - a journey of growth, hardship, and resilience.

"What she was doing is right. We need to find him. More than that, we need to stop this evil. For that unity is the only key. Just like the young hero said, we can divide these eccentric individuals into small groups and scatter them across the city. By doing this, we can achieve both finding the necromancer as well as the young master."I think you should take a look at

The room fell silent as the Grandmaster's words rang through the air.

"With all respect, Grandmaster, are we sure he has...not met an accident." The Summer King asked. His words were carefully chosen so as not to hurt the feelings of some people.

"He's not dead. I can assure you, your grace." Danielle said, flexing her muscles as the hand grip of the two holy knights was much more powerful.

"He survived this world without any power for the last two decades." Daenys leaned against the wall. "I'm sure one night meant nothing to him."

"He's witty." Princess Lumiere said, trying not to look at her parents. "He could even talk his way of danger."

"On that, we all can agree," Viper announced her arrival, raising a glass of alcohol. "I believe he would scare away this necromancer with just his mouth. His mouth is pretty scary." She sipped the drink and licked the rim of her glass.

"Thank you, dear Grand Inquisitor, for your input." The new Queen put her own thoughts into the discussion. "What do you think, Celeste?"

The atmosphere in the room shifted as Celeste's voice echoed with a mixture of admiration and conviction. Her words carried the weight of personal experience, drawing everyone's attention to the remarkable journey of the young man named Damien Von Zadkiel.

"I have met this guy before he was getting famous," Celeste began, her eyes gleaming with reminiscence. "Back then, he was nothing more than a scrawny young master, an unassuming figure that hardly caught anyone's eye. But beneath that frail exterior was a heart of gold, filled with determination and kindness."

She paused for a moment, as if savoring the memories of their first encounter. "He may have lacked physical strength, but his wit and intelligence were unparalleled. In a daring display of cunning and bravery, he outsmarted both Calen and an infamous thief, leaving everyone in awe of his strategic prowess."

The room listened with rapt attention, captivated by Celeste's vivid storytelling. She continued, her voice gaining momentum as she delved deeper into the story.

"He fearlessly faced the guards of a highly secure facility, risking everything to save his people and, remarkably, even strangers like us," she emphasized, her words laced with admiration. "It was evident then that he possessed not only a strong sense of responsibility for his own, but also a selfless willingness to aid others in need."

Celeste's words seemed to paint a vivid portrait of the young Damien, a portrait that resonated with every heart present. It was as if they could envision the scrawny figure brimming with courage and determination.

"He has touched all of our lives in some way," she declared, her voice carrying the weight of collective sentiment. "Through his actions, he has shown us the power of compassion and the strength of unity. And if there's anything we can do to help him now, to repay the kindness he showed us, then count me in."