Chapter 93: The Whole World Will Know

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Chapter 93: The Whole World Will Know

Chapter 93

The Whole World Will Know

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You have died.

Save point Death has been initialized.

AAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!

Sylas had talked with Tebek, or whatever his name may have been, almost fifty times now, dying over and over after the fact to redo it. He hadn't managed to squeeze much past their initial reaction but had gleaned enough new information to have warranted dedicating his time to it.

Namely, Tebek likely was a member of not just the Shadows, but another organization within the Kingdom that was favored by the Kingdom. From the way the man spoke, Sylas got the impression of someone living a high-life--it was similar to Derreks initial outburst when he locked the man up in the Shard, a reaction of a man who is used to looking down upon the world when that world bites back.

Additionally, Sylas had ascertained that the original Tebek lived in the capital--the man himself confirmed so on several occasions, often even in the bragging tone of it will take me a few days to go from capital to your castle, thats how amazing I am!

Popping open a jug of wine and pouring himself a cup, Sylas fell into deep thought. Beyond just that, he also learned a biting piece of news--Tebek was a blademaster. It was a slip-up rather than the bragging point, something that the man immediately recoiled on. However, that severely narrowed the number of people he could be.

All else aside, however, the man being a blademaster also meant that Sylas could hardly go after him. No matter how confident hed become with his mastery of the sword as well as other tidbits he was involved with, he wasnt nearly arrogant enough to believe he could contend with the worlds elite. He was still a pup, a growing bud, and though he believed in his potential above all else, even with eighty years under his belt, he was still far away from matching it.

A few loops ago, he had a conversation with Ryne that hed had quite a few times before--one in which she begged him not to leave, that shed be useful to him. That even though blind, shed find a way to contribute. A fifteen-year-old kid shouldnt be proclaiming their ability to be useful, especially so after such a tragedy.

Is it even worth it? he mumbled, sighing. Everyone praised the Witch, saying that though her methods are inhumane, her results were unmatched. But Sylas... wasnt convinced. Was Ryne unmatched? The girl was one abandonment away from becoming an emotionless, cold, jaded, shadow of her current self. All her talent in drawing up talismans and the knowledge and all the ability that came with it... were they worth it?

Sylas was certain that his idea of how Exorcists were made was beyond skewed--after all, though he joked with Ryne, he was no Exorcist himself. And he had genuinely been trying for a long, long, long time. Even if those eighty years werent fully dedicated to just talismans, at least half of it was. Forty years of trying to learn talisman inscription... and he wasnt yet an Exorcist.

In fact, despite knowing Ancient Characters far, far, far more than Ryne, she was still better at drawing them, even with just the three months she had to learn. There was something far more fundamental in the way shes made, something that seems to bleed knowledge, even about the things she knows nothing of.

"Price of progress..." he said, taking a sip of wine. Everyone made sacrifices for the greater good, it seemed. And children were no exceptions.

Sighing, he stood up and walked over to the window, climbing through and climbing up the slippery, wet stone to reach one of the castles slanted rooftops. Clearing some snow away, he sat down at the ledge, taking in the view. Hed become fearless, he realized. But it wasnt an entirely good thing.

Though it was cold, he ignored it, continuing to drink the wine. Hed become numb to the taste. It wasnt just the wine--hed become numb to the most things, hed come to realize. He was becoming more and more single-minded in his pursuit of something phantasmal, something ethereal. It was as though he was chasing a ghost that would award him some inner peace. But ghosts werent real.

Taking a sip, he looked up at the ashen sky, closing his eyes and letting the cold and wet snowflakes belt against his face. There was a future in this world, that much he knew. And he was a part of it. For how long... he didnt know. But one thing was for certain--hed died so many times by now that he was sure he wasnt limited by the number of lives, but by his usefulness. Eventually, hell complete his mission--whether that was putting Valen on the throne or something else, and his immortality would run out. Hed be a man burdened by a thousand lifetimes, afforded the final one.

He wanted to push for that future, a future in which he served some kind of purpose. Future in which his life meant something more. A life that breathed hope into others, if not into itself. But for that to happen, he knew hed have to let go of many things and cross many thresholds he thought he never would, not even when he first appeared in this world. Beyond just becoming smarter in the way he handled the loops and extracted information from them, hed have to change himself--even more so than currently.

He was still hesitant, he knew. Even with Tebek--the man who wholly deserved every bit of pain and torture he inflicted. Initially, he still felt reserved over it. A pull within his soul telling him to stop. He knew that hed have to kill that voice, drown that empathy. The young Princes road to the throne would be paved in blood, and he was best equipped to protect him. He failed to do so once already, and couldnt afford to do it again.

Lying down, he let the cold of the snow freeze his back as he relaxed. He'd take the determination of a cripple and make him a hero. And the whole world will know. The whole world will know.