Before he had the chance to delve into thinking that he was just like the kind of people that were infected with the disease of multiple faces as the kingdom’s healers liked to call them, he was greeted, or rather called, by a man. Sebastian kept his fists in a position where he could raise them at any given moment before turning around. As he looked at the man, his smile remained brilliant as ever, and just as fake too; but either way it was enough to convince most people that he was at the very least slightly trustworthy.
His gaze absorbed the man’s image perfectly, making sure that not a single detail was left out. As a warrior, he usually did that because of force of habit, especially considering his disadvantage in
reach. The situation was that Sebastian considered himself as a gentleman, generally acting as such; nevertheless, he also had a mission that he would fulfill even if the gods themselves attempted to stop him. Because of that mission, the former prince could often forget any form of knightly combat, he could stop thinking about honor, and strike at his opponent’s weakness with full force in case he himself was losing.
Even as he thought of strategies, the man did not forget his façade, after all, he had just been preparing himself in case his opponent wanted to fight, he would not fight against an opponent that was unwilling, or worse, injured. The sun stood up, the day bright as ever cheering for them to speak without visual obstruction; unlike the physical battlefield, the slowing properties of the sand could be determining if anything happened.
His foots moved sluggishly through the sand. The prince’s movements were pre-meditated even then, as he attempted to downplay his actual battle capabilities. Despite his size, he was thin. his muscles would only be visible to someone that was highly experienced in combat, such a person would also be able to notice that even with the weight of his Greatsword, someone of his complexion should not push out sand with his steps only because of weight, not as much as Sebastian did. Yet it was hard to imagine that someone would get such strength naturally, he hadn’t at the very least.
“Hello, fellow traveller, do you require assistance in any form?” After reaching the man, He spoke while closing his eyes briefly, attempting to seem as trusting as possible despite having the rest of his senses standing on full alert. A wave slid at their feet, the wave itself was a rarity at that time of the day, the beach would usually stay calm until night approached. What was not a rarity, was the breeze, which flew naturally towards different portions of the place, occasionally even hitting the duo for a second.
He sincerely hoped that he would not have to battle, yet he knew that it was most likely wistful thinking.
Following the steps of sadness and into a new world-Sebastián