Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2677: Sansa’s Shame

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, TSR Guild Headquarters

"I see," I said, unimpressed, in response to the information Sansa had shared.

After the Masters’ attempt to use the world decree to force my submission backfired, they had already made one thing clear. They didn’t dare face me head-on. Instead, they resorted to indirect pressure, using the Southern Region as a proxy to hand me over.

So after watching me overpower the Emissary of Light on a live stream, it wasn’t surprising that they would deploy the undead legion they had prepared for unranked dungeons to eliminate me.

The only part of Sansa’s information that truly caught my attention was that the three nuisances I had deliberately spared to deal with the Masters later were now coming for me themselves. It reminded me of something someone once said, ’Man makes plans, God laughs.’

When I showed no reaction to the revelation, Sansa continued. "The Supreme Leader and the Emissary of Light have already reached an agreement. The former completes the Masters’ mission, while the latter claims the fame of killing you. They plan to capture you alive and hand you over to the Masters, but they’ll cover it up by informing the world that the Emissary of Light killed you."

"Uh-huh," I nodded, gazing down at Sansa’s eyes rolled upward. It was a beautiful sight. "What about you?"

"I haven’t given them my answer yet," Sansa said. "However, Karl seems adamant about me tagging along. He offered me various resources that aren’t even available in our world. If I had to guess, he’s working with Gideon Grim, so he will most likely be joining them as well. The latter hates you to the bone, considering you found a way to use his origin card’s ability against him. I believe Karl hid his involvement because the Emissary of Light hates him for some reason."

She spoke without holding anything back, not minding the demeaning position I had forced her in.

When I learned that the Supreme Leader had raised the realm of his undead legion to the Demigod Realm, I had already guessed he was receiving outside help. It definitely wasn’t the Masters. That left only one possibility. Gideon Grim, one of the three demon merchants from the Card World.

It could have been the other demon merchant I had yet to locate, but I doubted that a mere demon merchant alone could gather the resources necessary to help the Supreme Leader elevate his undead legion’s realm to the Demigod Realm. Even Gideon Grim, a devil merchant, wouldn’t have been capable of that without the backing of the dark faction, the Seven Princes of Hell.

"Why is the Emissary of Light targeting Sky Blossom City?" I asked Sansa as I helped her to her feet.

The brainwashed demigod guard captain had gone to great lengths to steer my suspicion toward the Whiteburn family over the irregularities they had supposedly noticed within the city. I had planned to personally visit Whiteburn Manor to see what was really going on. After all, the last known descendant of the demigod Micheal Angelo Godson, Pax Godson Whiteburn, was staying there. However, one incident after another followed, and I never found the time to check on them.

But if I referenced Clown Mask’s future vision, the Emissary of Light had already killed the kid and taken all the relics of the demigod Micheal Angelo Godson. That could explain why the Emissary of Light’s fanatics were crawling through Sky Blossom City and why they had even tried to use me to target the Whiteburn family.

However, this was too early in the timeline for the Emissary of Light to have learned about Pax’s existence. He didn’t have demigod Micheal Angelo Godson’s relic to track Pax down. Because of that discrepancy, I couldn’t help but question Sansa about what she knew, in hopes of cross-referencing it with my own information to arrive at the most likely conclusion.

"The Emissary of Light believes the Saintess guarding the relics of demigod Micheal Angelo Godson escaped to your city, locating one of her lord’s direct descendants in here," Sansa answered without any hesitation, confirming my suspicions while pointing out the irony. "Funny how Micheal Angelo Godson’s church previously refused to give his descendants his relics when they were on their last legs, but now that the bloodline is close to extinction, they’re scouring the five regions to return the relics to their rightful owner."

According to Clown Mask’s memories, Micheal Angelo Godson’s relics could only be used by those who carried his bloodline. However, how efficiently they could wield them depended on the purity of the bloodline they carried. The Emissary of Light, on the other hand, because of his faith, could not only use those relics, but wield them perfectly.

If the Emissary of Light got his hands on those relics, he wouldn’t have to rely on his faith as heavily in battle. Even if he still did, he would gain far more means at his disposal.

"Is that all?" I asked Sansa indifferently, without bothering to ask how she planned to answer the Supreme Leader’s call for her, making it clear that if she had nothing else to add, she should leave before I changed my mind.

"If they invoke the terms of alliance between us, I’ll have no choice but to offer my help. I’m already stretching those terms by telling you all of this," Sansa informed, making it clear that her hands were tied, even though I didn’t ask.

So, I didn’t understand why she was telling me this in the first place. Did she hope I would strike first, before they invoked the alliance and forced her to stand against me?

"I guess you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do," I remarked without thinking much of it. I didn’t care whether she joined the Supreme Leader, Handsome Fox, and the Emissary of Light against me or not.