Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

Huff~ Grunt~ "Fuck!!"

Damien was trying hard to break out of the knot. But it was to no avail. The rope was tight at the tree but was not so tight around his hands but that doesn't mean he, with his pitiful power, can break out of it.

He has reddish bruises around his wrists, an obvious sign of trying to break out of the rope.

It was not good.

All he can do is hope some miracle happens.

...

Calen moved stealthily from place to place. Even if someone was directly looking at the place they won't see a thing as the speed and stealth he was having were impossible to discern.

His only aim was to save his family, which includes his sister and the friends he made on the journey.

Though he hated his new friends back then, he began to accept them and has become more of a family than a friend.

He wanted to save her. He wanted to save them.

He will save her! He will save them!

When the thieves attacked them, he was too preoccupied with killing them and didn't see his sister getting abducted.

He never thought something like that will happen while he was there but alas, he was proved wrong.

By the time he came back after killing them, there was nothing left in the place.

He was heartbroken beyond words. He was worried she might be already dead but he steadied himself thinking she might not be dead.

He didn't want to let go of that one hope that was keeping him from going on a rampage.

When he thought about tracking the thieves down, he was met with disappointment as they were more skilled in hiding their tracks than his tracking skills.

But that didn't waver him as he found someone suspicious in the area, dressed pretty nicely and without a scratch other than the mud splattered on the dress.

He crept up and grabbed him from behind before threatening him.

He wasn't sure if he were to even get an answer out of the guy but surprisingly he had answers. Answers he will ask once he rescues his sister and friends.

He crouched near a tree and fully took in the behemoth of a fort.

"How the heck was this unnoticed by anyone at all"

It was true. Something like this behemoth cannot be unnoticed by anyone passing through the area. Hell, even from where the wagon was attacked, this fort should've been visible.

But that wasn't the case at all. So the only logical explanation is magic.

There were more than a dozen guards on the top wall of the fort. Considering what the young master told him, he was sure there were more than a thousand people in this group.

Dungeon. That is what he told him about the prisoners being locked up.

Grit~

He gritted his teeth in anger as he pictured his sweet sister being kept in chains.

'Just you wait, sis. I'll rescue you in no time.'

He, like a tiger waiting in a position for several hours just to pounce on its prey, waited for the night to fall for beginning his hunt.

...

The world smooched the darkness along with the coldness it came with.

Calen's blue eyes glowed in the darkness as he gauged the fort entirely.

He would've jumped at the moment he heard any slight amount of whimper or even a huffed grunt from his sister, but nothing came and so he waited.

He waited for a perfect opportunity to arise and it was time.

It was time to rescue his sister and the rest of the family.

Whoosh~

Like a deadly predator, he dashed to the fort in the silence of the twilight.

...

"...What should we do, vice commander?" An old man in a butler suit asked the tall handsome man, who happened to be the second-in-commander of the Zedkiel duchy.

"..." The second-in-commander was silent for a moment. He gazed up at the many people trapped with him in this prison. People who trusted him with their lives.

"...All we can do is wait. Wait for some openings or some other blessings to shine upon us." He slowly spoke to the old man while looking at the blond-haired girl.

They met when he was helping the estranged group with the bridge construction. Though he didn't feel anything special about her, her casual and relaxed manner made him feel like she was either confident in getting out or this was all her plan.

He was glad at least the young master was not caught or else it would turn into a huge mess 'if' he ever get out of here.

'Hope that fool doesn't mess this up by getting caught by these people!'

He truly hoped for that.

But as always, hope doesn't mean something would happen the way one wanted to. There will always be people who break the beautiful dream of hope just by existing, just like our petty young master.