Chapter 1275: The Real Deal

Chapter 1275: The Real Deal



Fulina and Cyne sat in the untidy lounge, quiet as mice.

Opposite them on the couch, Rearren and his wife Milissa also sat in silence, but theirs was gloomier, darker, and heavier.

Milissa had been weeping for two days straight.

The chaos outside, the voracious blast and the splitting of Aigas into different times didn't bother her. She had clung to her husband, making sure he felt her furious blame at all times. Even now, Milissa was clawing at Rearren's thigh so terribly that blood oozed from it, but the man had too many of his own demons to worry about. Pain was a luxury train back to reality.

The two EverSwords were drifting in a void much too deep to be with limit.

Rearren had staked everything he had, everything he owned towards Actuass' dream and now, he had little to show for it. The masked man had perished, but he had left behind a relic that was to be given to Rearren's son. The boy had been chosen. Just in case Actuass fell, the relic, the book Rearren had received, was supposed to do some good that Rearren himself had not been sure of back then. But even now, he wasn't sure what that relic had ended up doing to Rias.

One thing was clear, though.

The thing walking around in his son's skin, was not his son.

It couldn't be.

But it couldn't be Actuass either.

Fulina and Cyne could confirm.

Their gloomy sorrows arose from the fact that the presence Rias now embodied was similar to Actuass', but the man they had served was absent. Only his power was still floating around, but his soul was gone.

Perhaps he truly had perished.

Cyne had been quick to dismiss Fulina's worries that this had been the case after Rearren had come to find them days ago, but now, he joined her in the certainty they were wayward souls now with no goal.

The first thing Rias had commanded them after being exposed to the book that Actuass left behind, was to find Revia, who had escaped with Alaris and Ruhrees days before.

The two had searched, but they hadn't managed to find the girl.

They only managed to determine her destination: the Purity headquarters.

But they could not approach and attempt to retrieve her. Facing such an organisation without

a plan would certainly be suicidal, even for Cyne, who had once managed to steal the bodies of Fulgardt's Chosen from Emeradis. But that had only been possible with careful planning over many years.

And thus, here they were.

Rearren's eyes turned to the balcony.

There, his son stood, looking up into the evening sky.

The young man's black and blue hair was the same, but the crushing, greenish-black presence of Undeath was new.

Rias had remained fixed on this balcony for the last hour and or so. He seemed to be seeing something that the rest couldn't.

Rearren imagined that there were more than a few sights to see. Though he hadn't much cared enough to check the state of the world, he was sure it was in fumes or worse yet, flames.

Rias took a deep breath.

The man raised Rias' chin.

"...you, or whoever did this to you has a mind remarkably like mine. Or at least a knack for preservation. I have been planning a similar method to extend my essence without the need to incarnate in a new person. It is fascinating that someone from the future devised a similar method, and by the looks of it, they weren't even a Divine. Haha! But no. Such talent can't have come from Aigas, not with this abysmal mana in the air."

Rias narrowed his eyes.

His instincts had been right all along.

The man before him was...

"You are a remarkable fellow. I sense great knowledge in that mind of yours. I believe you

have a lot you can tell and show me, even as a necromancer. Ah, you seem to possess something else too. A fun technique," Fulgardt said, his eyes piercing through Rias.

Rias pushed Fulgardt's hand away.

He couldn't tolerate being handled like a maiden.

"Indeed, I have much I can tell you. Much I can show. But even against you, I demand that there be some kind of bargain. I will require something in return," Rias said. "Oh, you know who I am?" Fulgardt said with a sniffy laugh. "Good. How bold. I do like bargaining. Some would say I am a wonderful fiend when it comes to bargains. If you have wishes and hopes that run very deep, generating a hot enough fever, I will grant them. I excel at such things. But I will only gift you that much once you've told me all I need to know."

Fulgardt looked once again at the chaos.

"I must understand what's caused the world to reach such a state, though I can already point

to one of the reasons."

And indeed. For someone like Fulgardt, detecting the pulse of a Deity's signature was simple. However, he was used to being able to perceive the muted pressures of all four Deities of Aigas, but now he could only sense two, and one of them was close and boisterous. "Very well. Let's sit and discuss. I would like to hear from which period exactly you fail from,"

Rias and with that, he escorted the Immoral to a table and they sat down. Soon, they were discussing casually, like old friends or perhaps similar men born in different times.

***

A series of indestructible blobs had been hidden away in darkness after their extraction. They burned with yearning, seeking the vessel they had inhabited. Oh, how close that vessel had been from being complete. If only a few more of them had manifested, quickly patching up the tatters and holes in the tapestry, the perfect being could have been created.

But alas, their host had rejected them and stowed them in a lifeless, lightless place that forced

them to spin and whirl around without a destination.

However, something suddenly changed.

The WILLS sensed the presence of their owner.

He who had made them had appeared, whole and full.

He did not call to them, but they knew it was only a matter of time.

Soon, they would be free, and the host who rejected them would be sorry.

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