Am A Librarian Not A Servant Of The Demon God
Choice of fate
"His omniscience is divine."
A hint of doubt appeared in Doris' eyes, but she hid it quickly.
Without batting an eye, he smiled as he gently stirred the soup in his own bowl. “It sounds like a great creature. Yet…
“To better integrate with human life, I recently researched the previous year's Truth Union registration for extraordinary beings and there doesn't seem to be any such entity.
"Because it's in Norzin, shouldn't the Union of Truth have at least some form of record?"
Alice's wasn't surprised by Doris' doubts. After all, having a new acquaintance believe that an entity that knows everything exists in this city is rather unlikely.
The words he just said.. sounded very similar—.
"Sorry, do you have time to talk about our master and savior, Mr Davey?"
It sounds like a textbook missionary opener, whereas the receiving one is a creature that has a long life and has its own beliefs.
Just as Alice's own did not believe that the dream realm of the Primordial Witch could descend on Norzin, it was not too surprising if Doris doubted Mr. Alice's prowess.
Alice's shaking her head. “I understand your doubts, but the Union of Truth is not an unquestionable organization and has absolute authority. They too, did not have an omnipotent god to rely on, did they?
“I am simply outlining the truth that I have witnessed myself. Mr. Davey is a true hermit and even the surveillance network of the Union of Truth has no way of detecting its existence. Moreover, he is not looking for a reputation for himself.”
With an expression of longing, he continued, “As I just said before, he is a great being who comes to spread the gospel in our world.
“In times worse than this, it was he who showed me the way out of the darkness by giving me guidance, strength, and encouragement. Only thanks to him can I achieve victory over those enemies and take my revenge.”
Looking at Alice's stern expression, Doris replied, “It seems like you have a strong belief, just like our belief in Lady Silver. All this time, we never gave up on the agreements made during Walpurgis Night.”
"He gave me everything I have now." Alice's stood up with a smile and tore the bandage on her arm.
A roll of bandage fell to the floor with a slight rustle, revealing a pale, practically flawless skin that did not even have the slightest scar.
Doris personally treated these injuries and of course, she knew the severity of these injuries as if an ordinary human was trampled by some elephant.
More importantly, these wounds were caused by etheric attacks that would greatly reduce the regeneration of the physical body. But now, not a single wound was left in nearly ten minutes after Alice's wake.
This was the ultimate power of the dream beast blood.
When Alice regains consciousness, the two currencies of life - blood and soul - begin to flow and her body begins to recover fully in a rapid metabolic process.
He clenched his fists, and the explosive force hidden in this human body surged, flowing within the blood of the beast.
Doris' expression changed slightly and she took a spoon and drank a mouthful of soup. Afterwards, he said, “I kind of believe you. The owner of the bookstore, Mr. Davey you mentioned seems very remarkable.”
He could sense the blood of the excited beast, and it seemed like the woman in front of him had the dangerous aura of a predator eyeing its prey.
Alice's released her fists and released the remaining bandages on her body. “That goes without saying anymore. He is the most generous and kindest supreme being I have ever seen. This generous gift was casually handed to me by him. ”
Doris smiled, “Alright, when the rain stops, I will definitely return to visit the owner of your bookstore with an open mind. I hope he can answer my question.”
Alice's replied happily, "I'm sure you'll receive the most satisfactory answer."
"I hope so.." Doris' pursed lips formed a thin smile. “What do you plan to do next? Keep fighting your enemies?”
Alice's nodding. “I will tell my subordinates to come pick me up. However, I need a little time to understand the current state of affairs. Therefore, I might have to stay here for a few days. Sorry to bother you.”
"It's okay" Doris said as she distanced her bowl and utensils. With a bright smile, he pointed to the only partition in the room. “I've prepared hot water in the bathroom. Go ahead and enjoy a nice relaxing bath. It's also time to change your clothes too.”
The clothes Alice's currently wearing were not hers. Doris might help him change into white when he's cold. However, her feisty actions when she was conscious had caused blood to seep through the bandage and stain her white dress.
It seemed that Doris had considered this and had prepared hot water beforehand. This elf really has a good nature.
Alice's thanked him and went to the bathroom, not forgetting to bring her cane.
Doris hummed as she threw the bowl and spoon into the sink before turning on the faucet. An ice-cold smile appeared on his face as he stared at his reflection in the water.
He stretched out a finger and made a cutting motion on the surface of the water. “No one other than the four Primordial Magicians can truly be called omniscient. But if you are not capable enough, do not blame customers who are disappointed for taking action.”
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Outside, the feathered corpse of a hunter pinned to the wall by ether-fed arrows swayed in the wind as it finally disappeared completely into ashes.
The decapitated head of the dog lay beside the pile of trash, This is the source of fresh dog meat soup…
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"There's still no word from the person we sent to track him down?"
"Yes, there is confirmation that we have lost contact with the 'Chaser' Buck Abnormal-ranked hunter."
Herris frowned. It seems like the young mistress of the Ji Family is really hard to deal with. “Where is contact lost? What does the Scarlet Cult say?”
"… I don't know."
Bam!
Heris banged her fists against the table, losing her elegance. The frown in the corner of his eyes made him appear extremely sinister, like a limp old lion who refused to give up his position as pride leader. Afterwards, Heris shouted, “What do you mean you don't know ?!”
His subordinate replied tremblingly, “All traces have been removed completely and even the magic identification is not working. So, so..”
Heris took a deep breath and hissed coldly, "Continue the search, find him no matter what the cost."
"Yes." Yeah."
"One more thing. What about Charles? How's it going?”
“He's completely awake. Uri preserved his corpse very well and the 'Precant' Morphey of the Scarlet Cult had resurrected him and filled him with the necessary will.”
Finally a little good news at last.
“Charles.. Wilde's favorite student according to information left by the Ruen rat. That was also the reason why Uri killed him.”
I wonder, what will he do when his own disciple returns from the dead and tries to kill him?
Wilde once had two students. This was when he was still an ordinary Pandemonium rank black mage and even before he got the name 'Faceless Black Scale Man'.
Since the source of the power of black magicians was through language, it was extremely rare for a self-taught black magician to appear. Practically all black magicians had their own teachers.
Language must be transmitted through communication. The accuracy of the pronunciation will determine the resonance with the aether as well as the power of the spell. It also signified that passing on skills among black magicians required a lot of communication.
Without a teacher responsible for holding someone's hand and providing face-to-face guidance, a self-taught black magician would only be able to show some ugly spells like 'Slippery Ground' and 'Candle Extinguishing'.
Who could have imagined that the true form of that heartbreaking spell was actually the 'Corrosive Swamp' and the 'War Seals'?
Moreover, compared to the tightly wrapped writings and emblems of the white mage, the language of the black mage had the lowest learning threshold among extraordinary beings. The only requirement needed was to 'produce sound'.
This was the reason why there were so many black magicians of the lower levels that were completely unimportant. No wonder the Church of the Dome put black magicians out of treatment because of how bankrupt they are in general.
The black magician without rank yet doing the menial work for the other factions was a dime a dozen.
However, due to this tradition of black magician submission, the relationship between a truly reliable teacher and disciple became very close. Often, the trust between the teacher and the student is even greater than the blood ties.
Wilde naturally also had his own teacher, one of the three highest ranked black magicians on the United Truth ranking list. 'Oncient King of Sacred Sound', 'Black Emperor', 'Dragon Language Expert', 'Last Giant Descendant'— Slater Augustus.
It was extremely difficult to trace how many apprentices had been mentored by this legendary black mage. But one thing is certain. All the black magicians he guided ended up being reputable powerhouses.
Wilde had always considered himself lucky that someone with such insignificant status as himself could become a disciple of such a great being.
His final graduation work was the stone gargoyle he gave to Alice's.
Wilde remembered the overwhelming gratitude he felt years ago when he went before his elderly teacher to present his final work.
Augustus' shriveled massive body practically fused with his throne—That throne was the last domain of his homeland, the Giant Kingdom he could not leave behind.
The old black mage grabbed the stone gargoyle and studied it for some time before throwing a friendly and satisfied smile and saying, “Fate has made his choice. My dear student, from today, you have graduated.”
Young Wilde did not think much of these words and only asked his teacher's evaluation of his work.
After receiving an evaluation that this was "near a near-perfect masterpiece", Wilde was so excited that he could not sleep for several days as he completed the required formalities and graduated from his internship.
The small important words spoken earlier were thrown into the back of his mind. Only when Wilde's inspiration overflowed from reading the Corpse Devouring Sect, the Rites & Ceremonies, did he once again dream up the words of his old teacher.
“Perhaps, Master has seen my fate where I will receive Mr. Lin's guidance and present the stone gargoyle to him. Perhaps this was the real answer that Master was very satisfied with, ” muttered Wilded as he got up and stared at the random note that was scattered in a daze. He suddenly took the draft and said, "Burn."
Whooshing sound!
Flames appeared and devoured the paper bit by bit In this dark room, a moth was attracted to the flame and burned.
Wilde watched pensively as the paper began to warp on its edges, wrinkled, and eventually turned to ashes along with the moth and crumbled to the ground.
He once had two students who were as close as a boy to him on the day that Wilde officially graduated from his teacher, he returns to the orphanage where he grew up and takes away a child who most resembles him; a loner who lurks in a corner.
The boy's name was Charles, and he was Wilde's first pupil.
Unfortunately, it was probably Wilde's favoritism towards Charles that caused him to lose the vigilance that a black magician should have.
In the end, this causes Charles to be killed at the hands of Wilde's enemies, Although Wilde has taken revenge for his student later in life, he is unable to find Charles' body and soul.
Without these two components, it would be impossible to resurrect his own disciple even if he sought Augustus' help.
Wilde was unwilling to share his deepest thoughts with anyone and even harbored the weak hope that 'maybe Charles is not dead yet, he has just escaped'.
“Thinking back, rather than saying I had taken a student, it would be more appropriate to say that I adopted a child just to worry about him all day,” mused Wilde.
He then wiped his ashes, turned on the oil lamp, and sighed, "I really don't know what was on my mind back then."
*Tap tap.*
The knocking suddenly resounded.
Wilde stopped and stopped whatever he was doing as his gaze turned upward and he sent out a reconnaissance spell.
He was currently in the basement of this residence and a knock came from the main door on the first floor.
This was his apartment in Norzin, and also his safest secret hideout. Right now, no one knows about it.
Even after Uri's betrayal, this place has never been revealed before. Because, the only people who know about this place are her and Charles.
The aether projected by Wilde produced an outline of the person at the door.
Wilde's eyes widened as an expression of disbelief covered his entire face.
How is this possible?!
“Teacher, it's me. I have returned!” A faint voice sounded outside the door. “It's me, Charles. Are you there?"
…
Wilde got up from his desk in a hurry and his large actions caused his chair to overturn.
The strong wind and rain outside continued to rage as he climbed up from his basement. Meanwhile, Charles exclaimed, “Teacher, it has been three years. You probably know that black magician Fred wants to take revenge on you by killing me. However, I did not die and he threw me into the crevice of the dreamland.
“I remember the Dream Nature Guide that you let me read earlier. This is my guidebook that saved my life! That's also the reason I can come back here!”
His shout became breathless as if he was getting tired and his voice was getting softer. "Are you there? I will be here waiting for you, just like when you appeared before me in the orphanage.”.
Wilde opened the door. Half lying on the ground was his young disciple as per his memory, it was just that wounds and wounds covered the entire body and he was unconscious.
Aether Wilde had already covered a radius of one kilometer and he had not detected any anomalies.
A complex expression appeared on his frightening and ice-cold face.
“Welcome home, Charles.”
CONNECT...................!!!