Chapter 95: The Unbelievers 2

Chapter 95: The Unbelievers 2

"Then do everything to acquire an item like that," Victoria uttered, her eyes narrowed. Rosalind thought that she could just reveal her blessing to her without consequences. She thought that Victoria would not do anything to her as she was scared of what would happen if Rosalind would reveal her blessing.

She had forgotten something.

Victoria's maternal family.

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"Yes," Victoria uttered. "I am willing to pay anything to get a blade that could kill a blessed one." Stealing someone's blessing was unheard of. There were theories about it but no one was able to prove anything as the Seven Families were the ones running this continent.

They were quick to ban books that would discuss the past and had altered history just to hide their weakness. While they were doing this, Victoria's maternal family the Foster family had been doing everything to try and dig whatever it was that they were hiding.

They were not doing this out of spite but to protect themselves. After all, they were one of the richest entrepreneurs on this continent.

The Foster family had acquired many of the forbidden books and had been studying about the past and the dark lord secretly for the sake of business. The Foster Family would not hesitate to grab any opportunity to further increase their profits. They were simply thinking about their business and money.

Or at least that was what the previous head wanted. The current head of the family Victoria's father had a different thing in mind. Victoria becoming Martin Lux's wife was not a coincidence. Sure, she loved the man with everything that she had, but her coming into his life was not an accident.

It was a planned meeting.

She does not know what her father had planned for the future but she was confident that her father would never do something that would harm her or the whole Foster family.

As for stealing Rosalind's blessing?

She was not sure that this might even happen, but Rosalind was already a liability. She was not sure if the woman would even stop. Victoria didn't know Rosalind's plans or the reason behind her actions, but the thing Victoria hated most was uncertainties. She always hated the things that she does not know as it would lead her to overthink things.

Victoria hated the unknown.

"Interesting" they started drumming their thin and long fingers into the table. "Very interesting someone with that much darkness would not have escaped the eyes of a blessed one. Even I saw it. How did they miss that darkness? And how was she able to survive that pain? That curse must be something that she had since she was born, yet she did not show any signs of it. That is something unheard of."

To Atior, the darkness inside Rosalind was a curse. A dark curse.

Someone with the light could sense it and it would always make them uncomfortable. Was it possible that the light inside the Lux Family is weakening?

They snorted.

"I believe we just found our next priestess" Atior uttered before they started chuckling. Soon, the chuckle turned into a burst of full-blown laughter until Atior almost fell from their seats.

"Inform everyone Atior will no longer live in the Empire but in the North. I I am going to the North."

"Yes, Sorcerer."

With that, the man who Atior was talking to, left the room, leaving Atior on his own.

Once alone, Atior removed the hood that covered his face, revealing a rather youthful face that looked like they were still someone of Rosalind's age. They touched their face before letting out another laugh. This time, the laughter that sounded like a chorus of three or four voices slowly dwindled until the voice changed into that of a teenage man.

Atior then got up.

He walked towards one of the crates that surrounded him and rummaged it until he found a piece of a broken mirror. Then he stared at it and caressed his face.

"Ah." He hated how good he looked. He could stare at his face for years. Isn't this why he instructed everyone not to bring a mirror around him?

But desperate situations require desperate measures. He needed to show his real self to be able to get close to their next Priestess their next Goddess.

After staring at his face for a few seconds, he threw the mirror away before he took it back and stared at his face again.

His black hair, straight nose, youthful face, plump lips, and perfectly carved eyebrows were simply perfect. He decided to stare a bit more before throwing the mirror away. A face like this would be enough to attract any maiden. Who would dare say no to this face?