Chapter 117: Undue Wrongs

Chapter 117: Undue Wrongs

Chapter 117

Undue Wrongs

Sylas and Agnes sat side by side, their heads deep in the tomes of history, sighs of exasperation echoing out more frequently with each passing minute. They had been at it for weeks now but to no avail. Nothing new or of note was uncovered and discovered, and despite everything, Sylas was unable to connect any of the dots he had been fed.

Through no tome did he hear a mention of Imporiums Cairn or Calibrium or Godly Chains or Soul Arts or anything indicating a form of Ascendance. One thing he could confirm was that the Anur family was likely a remnant of the fallen Empire, either partly or in its entirety. And though it was a bombshell of the revelation, seeing as it was one of the most respected and powerful houses of the Kingdom that could likely start a rebellion at any point, it did not point toward any of the overarching, magical narratives.

Agnes was in the same bind--she, similarly, had never heard of the phrases and the words, and was even more in the dark when it came to nobility as her forte, so to say, was in the arts of magic and very niche and fringe pieces of knowledge.

In fact, Sylas had already toured through the most knowledgable minds in the castle--Valen, Ryne, and Derrek knew nothing either. And though he didnt mention Anur House, it was quite telling that even someone like Derrek was entirely unaware of the concepts.

This meant one thing--those secrets were rooted in the founding of the Kingdom. Beyond just the shallow, surface-level confrontations that played out for all to see, there were secrets that ran through the veins of reality, virtually carved into something invisible to most.

He took a peek at that depth but it meant little since he was unable to make sense of it. Though he could try and extrapolate and form conclusions, rather than helping him, it could only do harm as it had the chance of forming biases toward which hed naturally gravitate when looking for answers.

Gaaah, eventually, he pushed back and grunted, standing up and walking away from the desk. He poured himself a cup of wine and walked back, seeing that the Prophet was still hung over the tome. Got anything?

Other than the fact that whoever wrote these books had never heard of the word fun? No, nothing, she replied, pulling back as well and stretching. Are you sure you didnt just mishear or misremember those words? Ive come across things like Godly Memories. Maybe you meant that? she joked.

Ive a feeling that all these answers lie with the true core of the Kingdom--the royal family, he said, sitting down. Ive contemplated for a while that Valens banishment this far out was intentional for one reason or another. Queen Lea being from Anur House, especially, solidifies something--there is a secret about both the founding of the Kingdom as well as the war with the Empire that stood here that will likely change how we look at things entirely. Now, I just dont know whether the Queen is being used to tie down the King, or whether its the simple matter of keeping each other in check... but we wont get those answers this far out. Im just surprised your gods arent telling you anything since they have to be involved with this somehow.

What stuck with me the most, she said. Is you mentioning how your Way can harm whoever he is, while most others cant. Why do you think that is?

I dont know, Sylas shrugged. I dont think its particularly different. Its basically just a derivative of the Orders Way. Also, its not just my Way--its a combination of two.

Right, the Heartseeker and yours, she nodded. Maybe thats the key? As far as I can tell from all this reading, Ways are acts of defiance--means of using something which effectively doesnt belong to humans. Maybe there are some limitations there? I mean, though Gods arent all-powerful, theyre still extremely strong. I dont think theyd just sit by and let it happen.

Theres something Ive been meaning to ask you, he looked at her. I keep hearing and reading about Gods influence on the world... but I havent seen a clear example still. Even you, someone directly tied to a deity, are just a conduit. You cant make any true change past the human limitations.

... whats your point? she asked, frowning.

"Me," he said. "I'm the point. Not my Way or any of that shit--but my effective immortality. It's clear that the Gods are aware of it--aware of me. This begets two possibilities--either they are responsible for this... or are entirely incapable of interfering. And, if I'm being honest, I'm leaning toward the latter one."

Why? she quizzed.

You.

Huh?

How our realities are bent, Sylas elaborated. You were aware, basically from the get-go, that you were tied to them. Me? Nothing. Not once was there ever an indication they were somehow behind all of this. If anything, it was the opposite. The more I read about things and look at them from the outside seeing in, the more it seems to me that whatever influence gods have on this world at the moment is very soft.

"In what reality is that even remotely true?" she grunted, rolling her eyes and sitting up. "I am sound of mind and of a beautiful body. You're neither."

Ive seen you stare at my body, he grinned. Lips say one thing, but the tongue that licked em spoke otherwise.

What?! I never licked anything!

Oh, so you did stare?

Dammit.

Ha ha ha, its fine, its fine. Ive stared too, dont worry.

Haaah...

Anyway, stories. Give me more stories. Maybe theres something in em to make sense of something at least.

"I doubt it," she shrugged. "But fine. Another one... is about a strange structure in a desert. It was shaped like a tip of a pike and was built on top of the sandy surface out of sandstone. In my dream, it was home to some kind of a priest order--I recall them wearing ornate robes with a cut frame, where women's breasts were exposed."

Oh, damn.

And where none of the men were like you, she scoffed. And were prim and proper gentlemen.

Dont worry, they touched themselves well enough in private.

... you really do assume that everyones like you, dont you?

I dont, he shook his head. Im just taking blind jabs, seeing what gets a rise out of your cheeks.

While they were holding some praying ceremony, she elected to ignore him and continued the story. The temple, I imagine, was raided by some armored men riding strange horse-like creatures, though they were scaled, long-necked, and had eight legs in total.

In total across all animals or...?

"Per one animal! What do you mean across all animals?! There were like forty of them! What? Did each animal have a quarter of a leg to use?!!"

... what the fuck? Thats what gets a rise out of you? Sylas looked at her strangely. Man, youre one strange, morbid creature.

Takes one to know one.

... you just hurt yourself more than me. You do realize that, right?

Shut up. I spoke in the heat of the moment. I didnt mean it.

Sure, sure. So, these quarter-legged animals came carrying quarter-cocked men--sorry, sorry, please dont leave! Im just messing around! Ill be silent! Ill seal my lips shut! Just keep telling me the stories! Hey, Agnes? You most beautiful thing wont you...