Ms. Knight face-pald, her hand cupping her face.
"They're always so loud."
Emir, the only one who had kept quiet since the start of their little fight, looked at her with disbelief, his body unaffected by the intent.
She looked back at him with eyes that said, 'What? Anything wrong?' which made him question her mind even more, but he stopped it at that, turning his attention to Ms. Bishop, wanting to obtain as much information as possible.
"We do not worship Adam. But we do consider him sacred. One of the 'Great Ones.' We only worship his 'Creator,' the being from whom all Aether flows. Don't count us as those from Templar who worship Aether itself or those that consider Adam as the creator."
Mr. King chuckled.
"There were a million Adams before the known Adam, and this Adam whom you hold in such regard is simply the Adam of our generation. Nothing makes him special; they all walked the path of Creation."
Punching his throne with the bottom of his right fist, Mr. Bishop shot back:
"But that's precisely why he holds such a special place in our hearts. We, his generation, were the only ones truly able to walk the sa path as he did! He was our ssiah! You..."
While they went back and forth, Emir's mind grew busy understanding a concept that was once lost upon him.
On Earth, there were 'Adams' before their Adam. That was an undeniable fact.
Though obvious, he had never thought about it before. There was no reason to.
But now?... He was curious.
It might give him an idea of how his blood was so corrupted.
Adam and Eve were never alone; otherwise, how could humankind exist? By incest?
No, that wouldn't make sense; not everyone was retarded like Quinn.
So that ant that besides his wife, there were other won as well. Maybe n too, who had continued the lineage with his one hundred and forty-one children.
That naturally explained the existence of Primordials.
They were beings who lived a minimum of a few million years before Earth's religious and scientific history.
A million plus years before Earth's last generation was created.
The 'Creator' here was unknown, whether it was trillions of coincidences that ford the first 'Adam' in so cosmic 'soup' or that, as Mr. Bishop seemingly believed, a 'Creator' above this realm had created 'Him.'
There was another theory about evolution; its na lost to ti, but it was proven to be false.
Mutation could happen; Emir knew that very well as he saw the evidence of that on a daily basis, but he also knew that evolution could never change the species' origin.
Humans were not monkeys.
They were inferior animals, incapable of walking the sa Path as 'Adam.'
Honestly, Emir didn't care for either belief, and judging by what they said, Adam had died. And not just the last, but all of them.
Every single 'Adam' led a human generation and died once the next was created, either by 'Their' own hands or the 'Creator,' leaving behind stragglers that managed to step into the Celestial Hierarchy.
This repeated until the last and final generation.
An entire generation born with the ability to walk the sa paths as 'He,' 'His' companions, and 'His' children did.
But Emir's lineage didn't date back to Adam.
He was, as stated by Mr. Player, a fourth-generation irregular. A Black Eye.
His blood traced back to a straggler, the Sultan Of The Sands.
After all, it wouldn't make any sense that he was considered a fourth-generation when there were uncountable generations between him and their Adam.
But still, that didn't an that he didn't have Adam's blood in him.
His mother was one of 'His' children.
So the diluted blood inside him was a natural result of being her son.
And sohow... that wasn't a bad thing.
When his straggler's blood was awakened during what Lyra called the 'mutation unlock,' Adam's blood induced his corruption to a higher level than his father's, who was supposed to have purer blood than him.
'I see... so that's why.'
Everything clicked, and the 'plot holes' within his mind that only started to exist a few minutes ago were filled.
It was a bit tough to wrap his head around all this while picking up information from their argunt at the sa ti, but that didn't last long as the two were finally quietened by Mr. Player, signaling that the ti to converse neared the end.
Pa~
Emir looked at Mr. Bishop in a weird light; unlike Mr. Board, he didn't dunk on him by calling
him a fanatic, but he also didn't know how to react to such passion.
Because for him, such things were aningless in the quest for survival.
It was a waste of ti.
But he wouldn't judge him.
He was thankful that such a topic was brought up, as it allowed him so much-needed
introspection.
However, the ti for introspection was over. Survival took precedence.
"Can you guys answer my question now?"
They all turned to Emir, only now rembering where this entire debate had started.
After every chess piece except the rook shared a chuckle, Mr. King answered:
"You've broken the record for the fastest ti a pawn took to ask Mr. Player for a one-on-
one."
Flabergasted with the answer, Emir asked:
"Really?"
And Ms. Queen confird:
"Really. You did it in two etings. The average was six, with the record being five. I'd say
that's quite the impressive feat, darling."
"Huh... Well, that's good, I guess?"
She nodded to his confused words and added:
"Uhm, I'm sorry about earlier, didn't an to -"
Emir waved his hand again, but unlike last ti, it was not to dismiss her.
"I know, I realize that. I just misunderstood, my bad."
A smile spread across her face at his words, but her happy mood was abruptly cut short by Mr.
Rook.
"Careful, Mr. Pawn. Don't be falling in love now... Our queen here used to be a-"
"Not another word!"
Unexpectedly, it wasn't Ms. Queen who silenced him, but Ms. Knight.
For the first ti since Emir had joined the gathering, he saw her display an emotion other
than carefreeness.
It was almost the exact opposite-she showed pure hatred.
It seed that whatever Mr. Rook was about to reveal was a massive deal for her, and that she
would never let him get away with it.
"Alright alright..."
But when he backed off, her deanor took a one-eighty-degree shift, returning to normal.
No one comnted on that, and Ms. Queen stayed quiet, only looking at the vampire in disappointnt before turning her gaze to Emir.
"It's no big deal, sweetheart, but I'd rather hold off on revealing that for now... I'm sure you
already have plenty to think about."
Emir chuckled.
"On that, you are right..."
His eyes turned left, landing on Mr. King as he added:
"By the way, I didn't find a relic that matched your requirents on my planet. I'll try my luck
with others when I have the chance, but don't expect much."
Mr. King didn't react as if expecting such an outco.
"Thanks for trying."
Pa~
A piano key resounded in the room once more, its source-Mr. Player's throne.
It bounced off the walls and repeated multiple tis as if it were its own song, eventually setting their minds to absolute clarity and calm.
"Verily, this gathering concludes. Our first public mission lies distant; folly it would be to
tarry for it."
Snap.
In the next mont, he found himself back in the bathroom, with the tap still running.
But that barely registered in his mind as his attention was fixated on the mirror.
More specifically, his eyes were locked on his own face...
His reflection was smiling.
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