Find Him And Kill Him

In a simple yet still luxurious study, a green letter was reduced to ashes between a set of long slim fingers. Josh sat on a redwood chair, and swirled the amber wine in the crystal goblet in his hand. His handsome face normally wore a benevolent and refined expression, but it was currently as cold as ice.

"So you really survived, Alex. But where could you be hiding now? The dragon island? No, those idiots all want to kill you. Twilight Forest? No, countless orcs died by your hands in the battle on the border. There's no way you'd be at the Wind Forest, either. You have enough confidence and insanity, but appearing in the Wind Forest with that half-elf daughter of yours is pretty much asking for death…" His low voice sounded in the room as he fiddled absentmindedly with the papers on his desk.