‘[Devil Light Manipulation]?’‘Oooh, yeah. I forgot this skill could do that.’Akira knew something about this skill I presumed was useless and hadn’t told me? The nerve!‘Do what?’‘D-Devil light. It h-has something t-to do with the t-transformation of [Hell]’s physical environment.’‘Eh? Akkun too? But what’s that supposed to mean?’‘Basically, it changes anything it touches into something from hell.’‘… HUH?!’‘No time to explain any further! Just shoot a massive beam!’‘But! Gaah!’I gave up on those two ever explaining it to me properly now. I activated the skill, causing several black rays to shoot out of my finger-tips in all directions randomly.It hit one of the robed men’s arms, making him scream out in pain. His arm turned black and was grossly disfigured as well as surprisingly tinier.He grunted in pain and faded out of the room. It wou
After realising my [Devil Light Manipulation] at maximum power, I had noticed I was the only one present in the temple. Their astral forms had returned to the actual bodies, which I couldn’t sense anywhere near this place.Still, the fact that all that was here was their Astral forms suggested to me that they either knew something like this would happen or they were busy elsewhere and simply sent their forms here to pray. The most logical was the former, but the most likely was the latter.I couldn’t wrap my head around the reason they really weren’t here. Possibly assassination missions? Whatever.I left the temple to go see how my shadows had handled the entire situation. At the bottom of the temple, the generals were kneeling down, awaiting my return.‘Honestly, it would have been better if they came down there to help me.’I begrudgingly realised how easier that entire scenario would have been if they came down there to help me.“AS EXPECTED, THE PRINCESS HAS DELIVERED US WITH AN
“Mawstewr, mawstewr!”I could hear Kawaii’s voice, making me slowly open my eyes. Her amorphous slime form was wiggling all over my wall while she cried out my name.‘Uugh, Kawaii?’“Mawstewr!”Elated by my response, she yelled my name with excitement. I sat up slowly, pushing her off my face so I could take a look at my surroundings. I was in the room provided by the princess earlier on. The place was as empty as it was first, so I quickly lost interest.‘What happened?’Just as I asked the question, my mind flashed back to what happened before. All I could remember was the Gate Keeper tapping my shoulder lightly, then I passed out.‘Did he do something to me?’>‘E-Eh?’“Mawstewr! What happened?! You! Your heart wasn’t beating. I-I was scared.”‘For real? I died!?’>‘Ah… that son of a-‘“Mawstewr is safe! I’m so happy!”Kawaii jumped on me once again.‘Oh,
We set out of the room, passing by the hallways. I noticed that everyone was exceptionally busy today, going about either hanging up decorations or transporting items. There were more guards than there were yesterday moving about, scanning the area.The palace was exceptionally lively and something told me that this wasn’t a normal sight here.“The Annual Yorul Feast has been a part of our tradition since the second king, Anon Yorul.”As if noticing my confusion, the Gate Keeper decided to explain it to me.“It always happens every year, although this year is special, as was the feast 90 years ago.”‘90? What’s so special?’“Oh? You don’t know? Well, since you didn’t know what the feast was about, you wouldn’t know what this is. The king, ascended the throne 90 years ago.”‘N-Ninety!? He’s older than my dead grandmother.’“Ohohoh, I wasn’t even alive back then. The blood of royals truly is something else.”He was basically saying that members of the royal family could live longer than
Just like I wanted, the princess gave into my demands. She complied surprisingly easy once I threatened her life, giving me the impression that she was scared.No. I couldn’t think that way. For all I knew, the princess had expected my patience to run out around this time. If I made her out to be a master planner like Sunalla informed me she was, my very thought process could have been calculated by her.Yet, Sunalla also informed me of an incident 5 years ago where the princess couldn’t calculate anything. Everything was a total mess to the point she lost it. It had something to do with a Hero.It was terrifying to think about the fact that humans had already made progress to Atlantis before. And it was five years since then. Their silence and lack of communication with the Atlanteans was raising several red flags to me.Still, what was so special about the Hero? Maybe because of the usual Fate-defying quirks heroes possessed. Then again, a hero’s fate is always set in stone, isn’t i
GARAND POVImperial Palace, Grand Court Mage’s Study, 293 years ago“Vermillion, your vermin. If you want to fight, you need not spy on me. I’ll pay your kingdom a visit, then we fight.”The orb in the centre shattered before the duo’s eyes. The duo being a young merman and a strange humanoid creature with golden hair.The merman, the newly appointed Grand Court Mage, Garand immediately yelped in fear.“Ah! You didn’t tell me you were going to spy on such a thing. I’ve never heard of anyone breaking a spell in such a way.”She scratched his head thinking about how insane a feat he just bore witness to. The person to his side on the other hand just looked at the shattered remnants of the orb and scoffed.“Stupid old man. Does he know how long it takes to build houses?”After insulting him, she proceeded to swim away from the room. Garand, although still shocked by the event, managed to regain a bit of composure and grab the blonde’s wrist.“Wait!”He ordered her and she looked down on
That was completely sudden and out of nowhere for me. I never imagined to hear such a thing, least of all from an old man in a city that was thousands of feet underwater. Of course, after hearing such a thing I was intrigued in finding out more, but he kicked me out with the promise of trying to find a way to Minerva for me. He stole more strands of my hair though. Turns out he didn’t need the first strand for anything. He simply wanted it for his private reasons… creepy pervert.On the way back, I could tell that the princess was beaming with excitement. I asked why, but she told me not to think too much about it. In times like this, it was really annoying not being able to read her mind. The only solution was to keep pressuring her till she spoke, but she was tight lipped. In the end, I decided to ask if she knew about Vermillion.According to her, there wasn’t any concrete text about Vermillion, but her father had once told her that there was an individual named Vermillion who came
The hell did I just hear? Did she just confirm that she was the mastermind? No way, right? There was definitely no way that she did it, right? No.I couldn’t doubt the possibility of her having done that. Knowing her, it was highly likely. And from what Sunalla said, the princess didn’t like it when things happened out of her control. A surprise invasion from an enemy nation definitely doesn’t sound like having everything under her control.Still, for her to go this far just for the throne. She was the worst kind of person. They’d do anything to achieve their goal, even if it negatively affected those looking up to her for support. She was worse than scum.I had several things to tell the princess, but no one else in the room heard our conversation. The princess simply said vague things in their eyes and ears. Maybe Sunalla and Osveta would believe that princess did something like that.The problem was if they gave a shit. They’d known her for sometime now so it was possible that they