Nameless King

A powerful aura emanated from Wain with murderous intent that two powerful streams fell upon Sven, but it had no effect on his harmless smile.

"Is something wrong? You seem a little too tense today. Maybe it's time for a drink already?" Sven muttered, turning around and grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the shelf.

"You don't seem bothered by this situation. You certainly got the point of my question." Wain muttered while looking Sven in the eye, "Yeah, you are."

"Huh, someone warned you about me, right?" Sven asked with a sly smile as he poured whiskey into two glasses.

"Something like that." Wain slid the glass toward him, "I've had many unique cocktails here before, but we've never had one together before. Is today some kind of special day?"

"No. Not at all." Sven shook his head, "I only drink with people I respect, there are very few people like that."

"What have I done to deserve this honor?" Wain raised his glass as he shook it from side to side while watching the amber liquid drip down the walls.

"Well, judging by your aura, you're wary, but you decided to come here anyway. I appreciate that." Sven said and tapped his glass against Wain's.

"Hmm. I've known you since the beginning of my journey, and if you wanted to, you would have killed me long ago. To many, I am dangerous too, but there are those for whom I am a staunch ally." Wain muttered as he took a sip.

Sven silently did the same.

Gradually the atmosphere ceased to be tense as if everything was back to normal.

"You still don't want to tell me more about yourself, do you?" Wain asked.

"You'll find out for yourself in time. I'm a pretty modest person, so I don't like to tell others about myself. Usually, others tell about me." Sven uttered with a slight smile on his face.

"That's not how modest people talk." Wain muttered, drained his glass, and put it aside.

They were both silent for a while. Sven cleared the glasses and set the whiskey bottle aside while Wain was thinking about something with his fingers folded together.

"Sven, I asked you about Purgatory once before." Wain said in a calm voice.

"Yeah. It's a special place where anything can happen. Any powerful warrior has been there at least once." Sven said while selecting ingredients for the next cocktail.

"I need to find out if there's anything special about Purgatory."

"Well, any area there is special." Sven shrugged.

"No, you misunderstood me. I'm interested in something like the Forgotten Forest. I don't know for sure if there's a forest like that in Purgatory, but I need to get there." Wain muttered as a single gray crystal appeared in his hand, "I'm willing to pay for this information, as always."

"That's how." Sven muttered as he smiled, "Today, everything about the information is free, but I wouldn't advise you to go there."

"Do you think danger could stop me?" Wain grinned, "I've been through the Forgotten Forest, so I'm ready for anything."

"Huh, you're as confident as ever. Though, it's not surprising as I haven't seen people that progressed as fast as you have in a long time." Sven grinned.

"So, can you help me with that?" Wain asked as he didn't realize if Sven knew anything.

"Of course, I know everything! However, getting in there would be impossible. Unlike the Forgotten Forest, this place has no map, no key, nothing to show you the way." Sven said, taking a bottle of wine from the shelf and filling two glasses.

"Hmm? I didn't think you drank wine. That's not like you at all." Wain muttered.

"I always do when I talk about Her." Sven smiled.

"What?" Wain asked while in confusion.

"A place like the Forgotten Forest is actually in Purgatory, it is Nastrond, the Death Shore. I know some people who were able to get there, but it seems like it was so good that they decided to stay there forever." Sven spoke in a slow voice.

Sven put his palm over the glasses, and gradually the wine came in motion. The scarlet liquid turned into the face of a girl with a sharp gaze.

"Meet Marlis. She's an old friend of mine and the only one who can help you get into Death Shore. It's probably the only thing I'm not capable of." Sven uttered, snapped his fingers, and the wine returned to his glass.

"How do I get in touch with her? And, is it safe? Won't she decide to kill me as soon as she sees me?" Wain asked.

"Here. Get it" Sven tossed Wain a red coin with a flask picture on it, "Now you can easily get into her zone."

"I see... She's just like you and Osvald, right?" Wain muttered as he took the coin and moved it in the ring.

Sven didn't answer anything; he just smiled.

"Okay. I hear you. Then, one more question remains. How do I get into the World of Dragons? Preferably without the Dragons themselves seeing me."

"Huh, I thought you might want to trade with me." Sven sighed, "That's a question you'd better ask Marlis. If anyone knows how to get there, it's her, so I suggest you make friends with her."

"Trade? That's a trap, I'm sure your friend won't help me for free." Wain muttered, got up from behind the counter, and headed for the exit.

"Hmm? Are you walking already? Don't you want to try my cocktail? It's pretty offensive." Sven said with a disgruntled look as he folded his arms in front of him.

"Don't pretend to be offended. I'm not in the mood today, or do I look like a drunk to you?" Wain muttered while waving as he said goodbye.

Wain opened the door and returned to the space gap.

"Well, well, Wain didn't disappoint me." Sven muttered while looking at the exit, "At first, I couldn't believe his soul was so powerful, but now it all falls into place. Nameless King, this is the greatest power."