After killing the cultist Gojo freed the kids and got them back to their home after erasing their memory of the incident. He spent the rest of the training and experimenting with his techniques. When Gojo returned to the palace gates he ran into Portia.
Portia: Where have you been?!
Gojo looked confused at her statement.
Portia: Today is the day you meet the courtiers!
Gojo: Oh yeah.
Portia: Do you even know their names?
Gojo: Nope~ You'll find that I like pissing off the higher-ups a lot.
Portia sighed and rubbed her temples.
Portia: Why did I even ask?
Gojo: Because you care too much to leave me be~
Portia huffed and looked away however there was a twinkle in her eyes as she enjoyed these talks. Portia turned back to Gojo and spoke.
Portia: The courtiers that you are about to meet are Quaestor Valdemar, Consul Valerius, Procurator Volta, Pontifex Vulgora, and Praetor Vlastomil.
Gojo: How would I know who is who?
Portia: Quaestor Valdemar is always covered in bandages, Consul Valerius always has a glass of wine in his hand, Procurator Volta is the smallest among them all, Pontifex Vulgora always wears red clothes and talks only about fighting, Praetor Vlastomil-
Portia shivered at the name.
Gojo: What don't tell me he's a molester?
Portia: No he is rather obsessed with...worms. Yuck!
Gojo chuckled and patted Portia on the head.
Gojo: Thanks for the warning.
Portia huffed again and smacked his hand away.
Portia: Why are you patting my head? I am the older one here.
Gojo smiled as Portia led him to the room where everyone was waiting. As Gojo closed in on the room heavy sent of half a dozen perfumes hit him and they grew only stronger. Soon they reached a huge door.
Portia: Come on these people can't wait to meet you.
Gojo: Impatient bunch, aren't they?
Portia: They are.
Gojo: Bre ready
Portia raised an eyebrow in confusion and suspicion.
Portia: What are you going to do?
Gojo: Put on a show.
Portia took a deep breath in as Gojo grabbed the handles of the door and slowly pushed them.
In a display of power, Gojo began slowly letting out massive amounts of cursed energy. The room was hazy, swimming with elegant plumes of smoke. The Countess was behind a gleaming pipe organ, her fingers glided across the instrument intensifying his entrance as the eyes of the remaining figure were fixed on him and solely him as they felt the pressure of the cursed energy flowing out of him like a flood. The cursed energy flooded the room and let all know who had entered. Who's presence they were in. Not he was no common being. They stood in the presence of the King. The Strongest being. Nadia struck a vicious chord singalling the end.
Nadia: Greetings Asura.
She turned a page in her book as she spoke again.
Nadia: Portia, please introduce our honoured guest.
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Cursed Sorcerer King Of The Arcana
FanfictionA 16-year-old boy with no memories about his past other than power and techniques, he is later adopted by a mage who finds the boy talented in magic arts. 3 years later on a late night, a stranger visits when his teacher is on a trip little did he k...
