The Mysterious Black Magician

Wearing a dark blue polo shirt and black jeans pants, paired with black sports shoes, he walked inside a luxurious Hotel and Restaurant in the city, the Caramel Hotel.

He looked so handsome tonight in his attire. Summed up with his calmed demeanor, he was exuding an attractive aura. Even some of the female attendants had to take a second glance at him.

When Yman stepped in, he was greeted by a relaxing ambiance. The pillars, floors, walls, and even the ceiling, all were tiled with shiny vibrant colors.

Even the chandeliers on the ceiling that were giving off yellowish light were made of crystals. Though, it was only the reception area.

There weren't many people inside. Probably because not so many people could afford such a luxurious hotel just for a meal or for a night stay.

Keremi already mailed him to where he needed to go. His destination was the 5th floor of the building. Yman went to the elevator. This building was one of the tallest establishments in the HCZ7.

He remembered there was only the third floor for the tallest building in this city when he first arrived at this place. But it looks like some building was able to have an extension. Truly, this city had improved a lot in just a short time that he was away. All of it was because of the appearance of the dungeon. Yman was quite surprised by the big changes that a dungeon brought into the city.

When he arrived at his destination, he saw Keremi in one corner of the room. He was wearing a white suit. It looks good on his gentle demeanor.

"My Prince!"

He called out while raising his hand upon seeing him, though his eyes were still close. He wondered how Keremi could see with those eyes closed. But no matter how many times he asked it to himself, it was still one of the mysteries he could not solve.

Yman also noticed that aside from them, there were no other people around. Looks like it was a private room. He squinted his eyes. 'It wasn't a date, right? A thought flashed in his mind that worried him.

Since he could not feel any malicious intent from Keremi, it could only mean one thing. Perhaps he wanted to talk about something important. 

After taking his seat, "Oh!" Yman was amazed. He had to praise Keremi for choosing a good spot. It was near the glass window where they could oversee the night city view. He could see the beauty of the night city from where they were sitting.

"Fufu," Keremi smiled upon seeing the amazed expression on his face. "My prince, you look more handsome tonight," he said.

"....."

Keremi's greeting stunned him for a couple of seconds. "Hearing it from a guy didn't flatter me," Yman answered him. He truly felt a chill run down his spine after hearing it from him. 

Yman fixed his seat before his attention was stolen by the cake and drinks in front of him. It looks delicious!

Keremi noticed a gulp from him. "Help yourself, My prince," Keremi beckoned him as he gestured to the food.

Yman was a little skeptical. But since it was in front of him, it should have been alright to eat, right? Who knows how expensive this food was. He wasn't actually a glutton, but he was hungry at the moment. Creating Fire Dolls drained him for good. He needed to restock them every night. Even now, he is very exhausted. But since he lost the bet, he had to comply with Keremi's demand.

After hearing Keremi's words, Yman forgot about proper etiquette. He took a slice of cake and stuffed his mouth. Then he drank the hot chocolate in a cup. After it, he glanced at Keremi. "So?" He asked.

Keremi stopped briefly before a chuckle could be heard from him. "Fufu. You're honestly an awesome person, my prince."

Yman's eyes turned dot. "Yeah, yeah, let's cut the compliment."

Clang. He carefully placed back the pork on a small plate, to where another slice of cake was. Then he adjusted his sitting position and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

Keremi noticed a small sigh escape from Yman's mouth as he waited for his words. Yman wasn't in the mood for small talk and flattery. He just wanted to lay on a bed, whether it was soft or not. As long as he could rest his tired back comfortably. 

Keremi's shoulder trembled slightly along with a voiceless chuckle. "You know, my prince--"

"Uh, is it related to that?"

Keremi wasn't able to finish his words as Yman already cut him.

"What do you mean, my prince?"

"That…"

Keremi frowned for a second before a smile returned in his mouth. "As expected, you're truly a one-of-a-kind person, my prince."

"....."

He remained quiet as he waited for Keremi's next words.

"Yeah. It is related to it."

At Keremi's words, Yman narrowed his eyes. He already guessed it. The way he called him wasn't normal at all. How could a person just call you a prince out of the blue?! At first, he just thought that Keremi mistook him for some prince? But he later shook the thought out of his mind. It was difficult to mistake a person into a prince. Especially someone like him. He wasn't a bit like a prince. Perhaps Keremi is just making fun of him. Yman had no understanding of Keremi's character. Therefore, he just thought that it was his way of making fun of him.

But later, he noticed that it didn't seem like he was just making fun of him. The way he called him 'my prince' seems so real. Maybe Keremi got used to calling him that. But still, there was a weird feeling that bugged him. It seemed as though it was natural for Keremi to call him like that. So Yman suspected that there might be a reason behind it. In any case, it was not important at all.. Or so he thought it was the case, but at Keremi's next words, Yman was stunned.