"Charles Blois? What is that lunatic doing there?" Basil quirked his eyebrow as he pondered about the information he had just heard. "He shouldn't have intervened until the Fifth Outbreak..."
As he wondered whether his actions had caused so changes or, in fact, there was nothing changed—it was just him figuring out the occurrence he didn't know in the past—Basil humd to himself.
He was convinced that it was sothing different from the past however, since he had never heard that Chester had ever been to the Sacred Ground in his past life.
If the Chester of the past had indeed ever visited the Sacred Ground, after all, he would've also encountered Charles at that ti.
It might be a little bit harsh for Basil to say this to soone he respected, but if that had been the case, Chester would have died sooner.
One might wonder what about now—how Chester could escape Charles—but Basil knew that Chester didn't actually escape Charles. Charles was just temporarily letting him go; Basil was sure Chester was currently chased after by Charles' disciple.
"Mr. Chester didn't say anything about which Sacred Ground Charles is in, however luckily, I can look for him myself."
As curiosity got the better of him, Basil decided to use [Visualization] to look for Charles' whereabouts.
He couldn't, however, directly look for Charles, since he hadn't seen Charles directly yet in this life, so he needed to check all of the Sacred Grounds one by one.
Starting from Northonham Viscountcy, he found many interesting things along the way. One of them was Jacinda being in Westerheiss.
Since he had also seen the other Mages and Knights who were crowding the Viscountcy, he could imdiately understand what was happening—why they were there.
Anthony was using the existence of Sacred Grounds as. a pretext to bind them to the Kingdom. He made a really good move, but unfortunately, the existence of the Sacred Grounds was soon to be public due to Charles.
In other words, the shackle he had put on the unaffiliated Mages and Knights wouldn't work after the Outbreak ended.
Basil couldn't help sneering at that, but he soon forgot the matter entirely since that wasn't the reason why he had used [Visualization].
Moving on to check Southevile Viscountcy, he soon found what he had been looking for. He could see Charles Blois smiling in front of the unaffiliated Mages and Knights stationed there... With Redford on his side.
The fact that the people could accept Charles' existence was weird enough, but Basil didn't even blink at Redford's appearance. He knew that Charles had a capable enough disciple that could transform into anyone they wanted.
What made him wonder however was how crappy the impersonation was. If his mory serves his right, after all, the disciple that could transform into anyone utilized an Art to do that.
What he was seeing, however, was definitely not Art. It was a diocre Bewitchnt that would be able to fool the eyes of the dense Mages, but not the eyes of the sensitive Mages.
For people like Blake, it should be easy to see through it, which made it strange, because Blake was completely fooled by it.
'What is fooling the people's eyes?'
[Bewitchnt: Reality Altercation. It is a Bewitchnt Spell that allows the caster to put an inescapable Bewitchnt...]
It wasn't until Basil asked the Guide what was actually happening to the people did he understand why the crappy Bewitchnt worked: there was a stronger Bewitchnt cast on them.
For the old people who had t Redford directly, appearance alone wouldn't be able to fool them, therefore Basil was sure [Reality Altercation] was cast to make them "feel" Redford's presence.
That was the reason why the Bewitchnt that was used to imitate Redford's appearance was such a half-hearted one.
It still made Basil wonder however, since he was sure no matter how unimportant imitating Redford's appearance was, he was sure the disciple of Charles he knew would still utilize their Art.
Curious, he saw through the Bewitchnt, and figure out the real appearance of the person behind it.
He had never t this disciple of Charles directly, but he had heard that his only disciple that was good at impersonating people was a woman. Therefore when he found that the person impersonating Redford was a man, he couldn't help quirking his eyebrow.
'Now that I think about it... Mr. Chester must be being chased by Charles' disciple right now. Charles is supposed to have only three disciples. I have killed two of them in the Regional Tournant, so he should have only one disciple left.'
Basil wondered why Charles still had a disciple beside him. He was sure Charles wouldn't let Chester just go away like that—he must have sent his disciple to chase after Chester—so going by that logic, he shouldn't have had anyone beside him anymore.
Basil didn't even consider Charles not sending anyone to chase after Chester—it was impossible, so the only possible explanation for this was, Charles had just gotten his fourth disciple.
In other words, there was another change he had caused.
It still amazed him how his action could affect so many things—sotis even unrelated to what he had done—but he didn't muse long about it. In the next mont, he quickly used [Visualization] to find where Chester was.
When Basil found Chester, he was moving very quickly and it was very clear that he had been exhausted. Sweat covered his entire existence, and the color of his face was pale enough to make him look like a ghost.
It was apparent that Chester was fearing for his life, but his expression remained tranquil as ever. Basil smiled lightly at that, and imdiately looked for the chaser in the next mont.
It took him a few seconds, but when he found the chaser, Basil couldn't help blinking his eyes. He wanted to laugh in amusent and disbelief at the sa ti, but he eventually shook his head calmly.
"To think that she is the famous Wicked Impersonator ... No wonder she holds so much contempt for the people of this Kingdom. What a funny thing fate is..."
Basil didn't know the woman personally, however he knew who she really was. He didn't know her na, however he knew her true identity, and therefore he couldn't help smiling.
Taking out his Transmission Talisman, he sent a ssage to Chester. "You got a company, Sire. I have notified my family of your expected arrival, so may you head towards the east."
Basil had just basically told Chester to co to Raneil Barony. He might risk exposing his family to Charles, but that was currently the only way he could save Chester.
One needs not to be afraid of Basil disregarding his family's safety for Chester; he knew what he was doing. He could do sothing about the chaser—this was why he had dare to tell Chester to join his family.
"With that settled, now I have to focus on the problem in front of ." Basil looked at the horde of Demons coming his way. "All of them seem to be specifically aiming for . Isn't that funny?"
Basil smirked as he took Caliburn out of one of the Solomon's Rings. Swinging it lightly to the side, he carved a shallow trench on the ground.
As he infused his consciousness inside the sword, he could, once again, see the Sword Realm he had visited a couple of hours earlier. The only difference now was, he could take himself out whenever he wanted.
Other than that, he could also see soone there, who wasn't the annoying Solomon. It was a young man with a glowing golden hair, and an extrely pale skin, which made him look like he was dying.
Basil didn't need to ask who the young man was; he knew the young man was the Sword Soul of Caliburn. Judging by his features however, the young man was a Fairy, so Basil wondered how could there be a Fairy based Sword Soul.
'Was Caliburn previously held by a Fairy or did Solomon put a Fairy's soul inside of Caliburn?'
As Basil pondered about the origin of the Sword Soul, said Sword Soul extended his lithe hand. Basil didn't even think twice to grab it—in the next mont, he could finally hear the voice of the Sword Soul.
"It is an honor to et my first Master." The sound of the Sword Soul was as soft as how he looked. "My na is Caliburn, and I hope I am strong enough to help you, Master."
"I am your first Master?" Basil quirked his eyebrow. "Do you an it as you having a second Master or being your very first wielder?"
"It is the latter, Master." Caliburn lightly bowed. "I have never been wielded ever since the day of my creation, and I have been waiting for this mont to co. I am so elated that my day of being wielded by the Fated Child has finally co."
"How did you... Tsk. Let us know about each other better." Basil was about to ask about how Caliburn knew of his "status," but he shook his head in the end. "There is a battle I need to win, so I hope you can help ."
"You can count on , Master." Caliburn bowed politely with an elated smile on his face.
Basil looked at Caliburn for a couple of seconds before eventually deciding to get out of the Sword Realm. He was still curious about how Caliburn knew of the Fated Child, but he had promised himself to slow down.
He still had many things he could do in the present—like fighting the horde of Demons that were already just 100 ters away from him—so he should temporarily stop looking far away to the future.
Everything will eventually fall into place, so he just needed to be patient.
"Were you a Fairy before becoming a Sword Soul, Caliburn?"
[I am still a Fairy, Master. I have just chosen to live inside a sword.]
"Is there a reason why you chose to live inside a sword?"
[For the greater good, Master.]
"Is that what your view on serving ?"
[Indeed, Master. I am sure that you yourself know that you are carrying the fate of the world in your hand. For , to be able to serve such a person is a great honor.]
"Enough about that." Basil lightly frowned. "Did Solomon know you only wanted to be picked up by the Fated Child?"
[No, Master.]
"How did you know I was the Fated Child?"
[You have the scent that is unique only to a God, Master.]
Basil went silent afterwards, and the conversation entirely stopped. He gave a light scoff, which conveyed amusent, bewildernt, and ridicule not long after, then imdiately dashed towards the Demons who were already 10 ters away from him.
Befitting of its na, Sword of Light, Caliburn illuminated the entire battlefield with its light the mont Basil swung it at the Demons.
Reviews
All reviews (0)