Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

The two letters, emblazoned on the plaque, were robust and vigorous, exuding an otherworldly aura. The strokes were bold and unrestrained, like a wild stallion galloping freely across an open plain. They seemed to pulse with lethal intent, even etched in wood, like a sword poised to strike.

Cyrus swirled his cloak and turned to face the murmuring crowd. His eyes were sharp, his presence commanding.

"From this day forth, Aerial Legion is officially established," he declared, his voice resonating with unshakable authority. "We will succeed where the Gloam Wing Secret Service has failed and surpass them in every way. We'll do even better on any task they manage to accomplish. No task is beyond us, not even handling those worthless dogs themselves. By royal decree, we are granted the power to act first and answer later. Is that understood?"

The onlookers stood stunned, their eyes darting between Cyrus and the newly mounted plaque.

Could this new Aerial Legion differ from the corrupt Gloam Wing Secret Service they had come to despise?

As the crowd exchanged doubtful glances, a man in tattered clothing stepped forward. His hair was a tangled mess, like a bird's nest. His eye sockets were sunken, dark bags hanging heavily beneath them, and a scraggly beard covered his chin. Without hesitation, he fell to his knees before Cyrus.

"Your Excellency," he began, his voice trembling with emotion, "I am but a humble citizen. I accuse a member of the Gloam Wing Secret Service of murdering my parents, dishonoring my wife, and seizing my family's property. I beg you, please seek justice for my family!" The man's desperate plea ignited a fresh wave of murmurs among the crowd, and some began to recognize him.

"His face looks familiar. Isn't he the one who used to hand out bread and milk to the poor and build shelters in the slums?"

"I didn't recognize him at first, but now that you mention it, he does look like him."

"I wondered why I hadn't seen him doing good deeds lately. So, this is what became of him."

"D*mn those Gloam Wing Secret Service b*stards! They've ruined another innocent life!"

The mere mention of Gloam Wing Secret Service filled the crowd with seething rage, their expressions twisted, with hatred. It was the kind of hatred that demanded nothing less than the destruction of every last member of that corrupt organization.

Cyrus stood silently at the courtyard's entrance, his face unreadable. The anger in the crowd began to ebb, replaced by doubt and a creeping cynicism.

"Why isn't he saying anything now? Were all those grand words just empty talk?"

"I knew it. They're all the same. Looks like this poor man has kneeled for nothing today."

"Is our so-called 'Majesty' really going to stand by and watch the Gloam Wing Secret Service torment the people?"

The flicker of hope that had just brightened their faces faded once more. Indeed, how could this newly established Aerial Legion department possibly stand against the immense power of the Gloam Wing Secret Service?

Dalton Moore, still kneeling on the

cold ground, felt his heart grow heavy. Visions of his wife's gentle smile and the kind faces of his parents flashed before his eyes. Tears the size of beads fell from the corners of his eyes, striking the ground. Memories of his parents' agonized expressions as they were brutally beaten to death by the Gloam Wing Secret Service and his wife's cries of despair as its

members violated her echoed in his

mind.

At last, Cyrus' thin lips parted. His voice boomed across the courtyard, startling everyone. "Stand up! No more kneeling!"

The crowd's heads snapped up, all

eyes fixed on Cyrus as he continued,

"In this world, aside from His

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Majesty, no one deserves your kneeling. You, get up! We founded the Aerial Legion for three reasons: justice, justice, and more d*mn

justice!"

Hope began to flicker back to life in the crowd's eyes. To them, Cyrus' figure seemed to grow taller and more imposing with each world, like a mighty mountain or a blazing sun-warm yet untouchable.

"You two," Cyrus commanded, pointing to two Aerial Legion members, "take this man to the Gloam Wing Secret Service and bring back the one called Raeford. If they resist, tell them not to make me come over there myself!"

The two Legion members hesitated, clearly wanting to voice their concerns, but under Cyrus' stern gaze, they finally started walking toward the burly man.