one shot

       “EASY HUNTING OUGHT  not to be a hunt at all; do forgive me for my contrary opinions,” Louis remarks quietly. For a hunt is a hunt for a reason; blood must boil on both ends, and the tides can very easily change from the hunter to the hunted in a blink of an eye. “If….the stakes can be raised higher to give ourselves handicaps, I suppose, then…”

He had only hunted for game , as in wild game. The need to feed one family was intense , and the desire to live, to eat. Though because of who their master is, such activities were required to feed the servants whose mana consumption was too intense. 

       A SPARK UNDENIABLY  lights up at an interest of his being highlighted, along with the question that Louis nearly jumps at to answer like an excited child eager to answer his tutor. The urge to hold back wins in the end; propriety has taken over his being, and he settles for smiling kindly in gratitude for even asking.

       “I have,” he replies, his tones hinting brightness. “And I do wish to hunt again; the thrill of it has not been lost to me. Pity that none of us can do it now, for back then was a time to be treasured.”

 “Being a servant means easy hunting, doens’t it.” the thrill of humanity, of weakness with normal humane bodies, it was gone now. Event the weakest of servants can kill a man with one careful tap. his thoughts vaugely turn to the divine wind inside his own core. 

He once killed governors for father reasons. Archer thoughts are subtle, but the thought of killing another ruling body passes through his mind, since it is part of his legend. 

 Still if he had berserk enchantment, would any ruler be safe? a passing thought...