Chapter 161: Darkwill’s Legacy

Darkwill's Legacy. A noble household in Ryteline that was extinguished because of treason, but is the truth really that?

While her projection was resting on a field, Lea began to read the documents given by Charlotte in the mansion, sitting in her study room.

"Apparently, I am related to Auger.", she noted.

The progenitor of House Darkwill was one of Auger's many bastard sons. He did get around a lot in his younger days, so it was quite normal. She isn't bothered by that fact at all.

Though maybe the reason why he was interested in Lea in the first place was because of her being one of his descendants.

It is weird...

Though the most interesting part about Lea's ancestors isn't the man, Hudson Darkwill, but his wife, Monroe Darkwill. According to this document, she was a Fifth Step demigod of Arcane, the owner of a Divine Domain... Unfortunately, this document said Monroe Darkwill was killed by the Maker, God of Degeneration. But no one knows what happened to the Divine Domain of Arcane.

It couldn't be that the Maker wanted Arcane?

"Hey, Bashie. Is the Maker's Divine Domain in the same set as Arcane?", she asked the Jester standing next to her.

"Those sets are called Celestial Configurations! And no, Arcane belongs to Mystic Foundation. While Entropy belongs to Doom Vortex."

Mystic Foundation and Doom Vortex, things Lea isn't worried about. Her goal is to find Sinclair and stab that bitch repeatedly, but also... should she break her promise with Novala?

To be the guardian of the world. That doesn't fit Lea at all. She continues to read the next few documents, detailing the rise of her house.

The third-generation Head of Darkwill earned several military merits while defending against Renlou's invading army, with him and 5,000 troops holding off an army of 100,000 strong for a week until reinforcements arrived.

"Julian Darkwill was given the status of a Marquis, situated at the frontier, the current Cloudedge region, to be the first line of defense against the Renlou Empire.", she read this line out.

A military nobility - that was something she could've never imagined... I guess having a mansion is close enough. It was actually fascinating to be able to read this history; it would've been better if Charlotte bothered to put dates on these documents. 

Though the glory days don't last long, after the eighth generation, House Darkwill took a dark turn. The head at that time, Susie Darkwill, found the rituals to become the demigod of Spiral.

Spiral?

"Spiral?", she questioned out loud.

"Centrifugal force!", the Jester chimed in, "Essentially, spinning and rotation. It sounds nice, but it is quite demonic and evil in nature, part of the Doom Vortex, after all!"

Haser nodded in agreement, looking at the pre-requisite Paths; they are not only hard but downright evil. Oppression and Dominion. The Fourth Step ritual is to make one the center of attention, making 360 others bow down and submit to the initiator.

This led to House Darkwill appearing in high society more and more for the purpose of becoming a demigod. And they already possessed the Divine Domain of Spiral; though the location is unknown now, they couldn't be hiding it in the basement, could they?

Haser could see the intricacy in why the primary Path is the most important. Like herself, if her Path was anything but Malediction, could she survive Dream's Grave?

Oppression and Dominion are the Paths her House deduced to be the most optimal. But this was what led to the downfall of the Darkwill.

In four generations, House Darkwill's reputation had plummeted for being terrible people, getting into multiple scandals. Nobody could exactly voice their complaints at a military noble house; that was until the Treaty of Warshen created a mutual relationship between Renlou and Ryteline.

An investigation was immediately launched by the royal family. Dawn wasn't a part of this; the princess just knew about the result.

Ultimately, House Darkwill was tried for treason and conspiracy. Everyone was executed, not only the nobles but every servant as well. Thus, everything was buried twenty-seven years ago. And Lea being the only survivor...

To be honest, Lea doesn't feel any special to this household. She has no memories, and it was fortunate that she didn't join a family cult.

"Why did Charlotte give me this?", Lea pointed at the documents, looking at Bashie.

"I don't know, that girl likely just gave it to you for fun~ perhaps she is leading you somewhere?", they replied back.

What could Charlotte be scheming? For someone who played the role of a god for so long, it couldn't just be for fun. Lea couldn't trust that woman at all.

The best course of action is to return to Rohuang and wait for her ritual to complete itself. By now, her reputation would be something along the lines of a berserker who goes around murdering criminals and evil doers like some sort of punisher.

She picked up the final document, this one specifically about Lea.

Firstborn of Davis Darkwill and Sandra Alpac. Born on the 3rd day of the Second Month on a sunny day. Seriously, why is it so detailed?

And who wrote these?

Continue with her reading, Lea's eyes widen. Her hand traced along the letters on the paper... There was a sense of accomplishment.

"Leandra Darkwill...", it was her full name.

Not Lea Darkwill, but Leandra Darkwill. Her real name, and a dangerous activation spell. She peered into what was done to make her real name like this...

Her own knowledge of spells and curses quickly deduced this was a Contract-type spell. Ideation quickly translated what this spell did.

Damn.

"They made my name the word to manifest the Divine Domain of Spiral.", she wanted to laugh at how absurd it is.

Theoretically, manifesting Spiral, from its name alone, would create a vortex causing mass destruction. This was the Darkwill's final 'fuck you' to Ryteline. All someone needs to do is say her full name out loud, Leandra Darkwill, and all hell will break loose with a Divine Domain manifesting. To be honest, Lea wants to see what will happen.

So far, Lea only knows three Divine Domains that have manifested their power. Progress masking itself as Charlotte, Tale with the library, and her own.

Many more are hearing her lullaby, connecting their mind to this place. A stream of constant spiritual and mental energy came feeding her. The Faceless Twilight is a cognito hazard; chanting her Honorific Title is just one of the ways to be converted into a node.

"My name will be Leandra."

And she just added another danger to herself. The moment anyone finds out about Leandra Darkwill and speaks her name, all hell will break loose.

"I am Leandra Darkwill.", she smiled, leaning back on her chair a bit too far—

She crashed down and shattered into black mist. And reformed in her armor the moment after.

"The Faceless Twilight who was awakened by the death of Lea Darkwill, taking over her identity and sanctity."

She turned to the tall Jester, swiping her face with her clawed hands, transforming back into the appearance of a human with black and gold crown of horns.

"God of Justice, the Executor of the Wicked. Master of the Dream World!!"

The Dream World shook under her announcement. Accepting the name of its title.

"Hey, Bashie. Can one person have multiple Honorific Title?", Leandra stared at the masked Star God with a vacant look.

"Why yes, of course!! Honorific Titles exist to affirm a person's importance and identity!!", they spun around, holding Leandra's hand gently, "Every world has its own style of Honorific Titles."

"Like mine~", they open their arms.

A lightshow morphs the study room into the empty void of space. Where an infinite number of stars and galaxies flow around them.

"Servant of All - Universal Puppet;

Smile Bringer - Formless Joy;

Jester of Light - The Shapeless Comedy!!"

All of those titles combine to mean only two things. That Bashie Mahzala works under the First Law, and they are here to bring joy. It was lackluster compared to Leandra's or The Heavenly Slaughter's, there was no awe to it at all. She could see how that lackluster nature devalues the Jester, but perhaps that is what they want.

"Well, for someone who was in denial, having two or more Honorific Titles won't do much.", they float around Leandra, leaving a trail of glittering starlight, "You don't want to know how many the Almighty have!!"

"I don't care about all of this god stuff.", her eyes track the Jester, spinning around with them, "I just stop pretending; it is quite... liberating."

Yet, I still have to keep up the appearance as a God of Justice.

"You go quite far to kill something unkillable~!", Bashie mused, wrapping around Leandra.

"I can't exactly walk away, right?", she chuckled, leaning back into the Jester.

Even with a body made out of curses, supposed to not feel any warmth, feels the warmth of the First Law's servant. It was strange...

"For now, I'll go along with Novala. Better an ally than an enemy.", she leaned forward...

Returning to reality.

All she could see was an endless sea of grass, with no trees to mark the location, stretching to the horizon. There is no way to tell which direction Leandra went before... This place is called the Shaoun Plains, a stretch of nightmarish land to cross.

Leandra can appreciate the serenity of this place, while ignoring the gripping fear that it brings to all.

"I am lost.", she stated, looking around the vast empty plain.

=0=0=

"Endless Path of Pain;

Black Light in Chains - Trials and Tribulations;

Forever Game of Suffering."

The Honorific Title of the Ego, Messtorrin, was chanted and called by the Lady Crowned in Thorns. The Throne of Blood welcomed the world.

"Sularao, why do you need me?", the woman-shaped being draped in chains and black flames stared down at the Goddess of Madness.

Sularao was standing beside her throne, with the Saintess, Olivier, sitting down on it in a trance. Her golden eyes vacant and hollow.

"For over 7,000 years of my silent fight against the Mist Lord.", the silver eyes of the goddess met the World, "I request you, Ego of the World. I want power to banish the Almighty out of this world."

"Are you going to start another war?", Messtorrin asked curiously.

"If I could, no.", Sularao shook her head, "As the Ego of the World, grant me the power to destroy the Almighty's Avatar completely."

The grey eyes of the World closed for a moment. With a flick of her wrist, she conjured up a grey map.

"If that is what you wish for, then I shall give your Voice a trial to obtain such power.", she declared.

Sularao looked down at Olivier, "Why must it be her?"

"Because only a mortal blessed by Evolution can grow to confront divinity; only a proxy connected to a god, yet not a god's proxy, can have the qualifications to fight The Almighty.", Messtorrin floated down slightly, "Ask the Argent Monarch of Another World to perform the miracle of Regression."

"Then, guide the Saintess to obtain a Divine Domain from the Horror Castle."

Sularao nodded; the Celestial Configuration known as Horror Castle contains Antimatter, Break, and Separation. She knew getting Separation from The Heavenly Slaughter was impossible. As well as Antimatter, remembering the last time someone tried to become the Sixth Step Demigod of Antimatter; that person exploded.

"How do I get Break?"

Messtorrin put her hand on her chin, thinking for a moment...

"Ask The Faceless Twilight's cohorts of strangelings. They will point the way for you.", Messtorrin pointed to the Renlou Empire, "They should be in Rohuang."

Sularao nodded, turning to Olivier. The goddess gently placed her hand on the Saintess' head.

"My Voice and Decree, Olivier Maus..."

"Rise."