1566 Primula

The hall was familiar. So was the overflowing power in his body that made him feel like a demi-god.

The faces of the three men, well, a boy, a young man and an oldie were still same.

And time itself, from what his time sense told him, had barely passed. An hour? No, it was ten hours since he was thrown into that world.

"Good job."

Aphosis' voice was plain as usual despite the praise he gave. Equilius leaned back against his seat, looking at him with a scornful gaze.

Aridam, the man behind this shitty, cruel and painful test, was looking at him with a satisfied grin.

"My boy, what's your name again?" He asked in a loud voice.

"Varian." The Human Emperor controlled his clenched fist from punching out in that bastard's face and said in a subdued voice. "My name is Varian."