The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Pacifer Clan was known of its insanely talented clan members. All of them were known for their undeniable prowess, but they were feared due to their power’s unknown nature.

Every Pacifer had a mark on their forehead called Pacifer Seal. They were born with it, and it would only appear only after they became an adult at the age of 17.

Those who could materialize their Seal on a whim became a Hina Dmitra, and those who could utilize the secret Art of the Clan became a Maha Dmitra under the guidance of the previous Maha Dmitras.

The Seal was the source of the unknown power every Pacifer had, and it naturally became the thing that the Church wanted. Of course, none of them could ever get it, since the method of obtaining the Seal remained unknown up till now.

They couldn’t even figure the method out after they killed the first Maha Dmitra—the strongest Maha Dmitra Pacifer Clan had ever had—but they managed to figure out that Pacifer Seal originated from the thing that was bestowed by the Lord.

Since they knew how powerful of an individual the Lord had been, they immediately understood that they would never be able to obtain the power that Pacifer Clan had.

This is why the betrayers of the Lord, who had now become a group called the Church, had decided to hunt every single Pacifer down.

Not only were they afraid of the Clan’s power, but they also didn’t like the existence of the people that reminded them of their greatest sin—betraying their saviour.

‘In the end, who is the Lord? Is he Matheus, the first Patriarch of Pacifer Clan or the person that gave Matheus the Fragment? I can’t tell—not even the information mother gave me told much about the Lord.’

Basil was musing about some of the informations about his Clan that his mother had given him as he returned to the time he was living in.

He could feel someone’s hand grasping his as his vision returned to normal, and immediately saw Iliana’s worried look. She had been watching him staring blankly at the photographs for close to a minute, so she worried something had happened to him.

“Seriously, are you okay this time?”

“I am not. I am extremely enraged.”

“Me too … However, let’s forget we have seen this. Go get your thing and—”

“Iliana.” Basil put the book back into the rack, and grasped Iliana’s hand holding his as he stared into her eyes. “Tell me. Do you feel any affiliation towards our Clan?”

“Yes.”

“I see…” Basil nodded his head faintly. “I don’t, but I am planning to lend my hand to our Clan.”

“What are you…” Iliana trailed off her words as she noticed the cold glint in Basil’s eyes. “Why do you feel the need to?” She was honestly afraid of what Basil was actually planning to do.

“My mother suffered simply because of the fact that she was a Pacifer … I can still feel the other Pacifer out there, and I am going to help them as a means to avenge my mother.”

Basil’s eyes flashed coldly as a faint cruel smirk adorned his face. “I am going to deliver hell to everyone from the Church indiscriminately.”

Iliana hated the Church for the thing they had done to her Mentor—Basil’s mother. The day where the people of the Church came to get her Mentor was forever etched on her mind; she could never forget the nightmarish scene of her Mentor being dragged to her doom.

For years, she had believed that she was the only person who had a deep-rooted hatred to the Church, but upon seeing the spine chilling light in Basil’s eyes and the expression on his face, she knew that her hatred on the Church could never match his.

She didn’t need to wait for the time to come to know what Basil would do. From his eyes, she could foresee the future where Basil killing the innocent devotees of the Church for fun, just like what the Church had done to her Clan.

“You can’t be like them. Our grudge is on the Church, not on the people unrelated to them!”

“Calm down, Iliana.” Basil smiled faintly. “What you think I would do would not happen soon. There is still—”

“Are you really planning to do it?!”

“… There is still some time until I can take the Church by myself. Before then, I will judge who is unrelated and who is not.”

Basil calmly looked into Iliana’s eyes, and Iliana couldn’t help clicking her tongue bitterly. ‘Soft. You are too soft, Iliana,’ he said in his mind as he mused about the aspect both this Iliana and the Iliana he had known had.

‘It was also like this in the past—you gave everyone mercy. You didn’t have the heart to uproot the problem, and you regretted it … You died because of it—I suffered because of your death.’

Basil recalled the people of the Church who had attacked Iliana out of nowhere in the past. She had always spared those who had really been clueless of the grudge between her and the Church, only to end up being troubled by them in the near future.

She couldn’t accept the fact that an infected root would soon rot, thinking that she could somehow save it. She was wrong; she died due to her naivety, and she regretted it.

“The world is cruel, but I assure you I am kinder than the world.”

Basil was fully intending on educating her about that, but he would do it slowly. Therefore, he took a step back now, and prepared another scenario where Iliana could learn what he truly meant.

“I just got too emotional when I saw that my mother had suffered under those bastards, so I didn’t really watch what I said.” Basil smiled sadly, and caressed Iliana’s head warmly. “Will you help me avenge my mother—our clan?”

Iliana didn’t say anything but she nodded her head in confirmation. Basil softly sighed at her reaction, then looked at the hand caressing her head.

‘I have just killed my mother with this hand, and now I am caressing the woman I care with it … What a cruel joke life is.’

He had used an Art that could normally be used by a Maha Dmitra on his mother. It was an Art that was normally used to punish the sinner of Pacifer Clan, but he had performed it to end his mother’s suffering sooner.

[Severance]—it was an Art exclusive to Maha Dmitras that allowed them to sever the connection between the soul and the body of the sinner. It was an Art that allowed Maha Dmitras to kill their fellow Clan members without letting them experience pain.

‘Pacifer Clan—a clan that Cultivates their soul. Their souls are in tune with the world, making their body stronger than anyone. They have countless of secret Arts, and all of them are dangerous. In other words, a Clan of monsters.’

As he recalled about the nature of his Clan, Basil couldn’t help but smile at the new way that had been opened due to him knowing it.

He didn’t have any plan to involve himself in his clan too much initially, but now that Pacifer Clan had been proven to be not just an ordinary clan, it would be stupid of him to just let the Church exterminate the entire Clan.

‘Besides, that one ability of Maha Dmitra—the ability that I also possess… I can’t let it fall into those bastards’ hands.’

As his mother had said, Pacifer Clan served a particular God. Although he hadn’t made sure the God’s existence himself yet, he was sure his clan had truly communicated with said God; there was an Art that allowed a Maha Dmitra to do that.

Basil knew how to do it, and he would prove it himself whether the God his Clan served did exist or just an illusion that his Clan had come to believe.

He would call the God to descend to the world by letting said God possess his body, so he could see what kind of an existence the God was. Before that however, he had to make sure that his Clan was far from the Church’s reach.

‘Asking for an aid, and power bestowal to the God—every Maha Dmitra can do this. If this power fell to the Church’s hand, only disaster would await.’

As the Church knew that Pacifer Seal couldn’t be bestowed nor could it be inherited, they must have had the thought of using the women of Pacifer Clan as breeding machines to give birth to girls they could brainwash.

Their aim was the girls’ Pacifer Seal, or rather, the birth of a Maha Dmitra amongst the brainwashed babies. Although it might take a long time, but when that happened the Church would be unstoppable.

Basil didn’t know what kind of an existence the God Pacifer Clan served was, so he couldn’t guarantee that the God wouldn’t fulfill the request of the Maha Dmitra that had been brainwashed by the Church.

He realized he was thinking too far, but Basil didn’t plan to live short. He would live long enough to see the world crumble by itself, so he didn’t want something that bothersome to happen in the future, even though he knew the Church didn’t succeed in his past life.

“Let us get out of this place; I have come to realize that the thing I am looking for is not here. Furthermore, this place gives us nothing but negative energy.”

​ Basil extended his hand at Iliana, and she only took it after a few seconds of hesitation.

“… Let’s go.”

With a smile, Basil led Iliana outside the forbidden section. He could now openly treat Iliana warmly upon receiving his mother’s request, and Iliana was baffled at Basil’s sudden warm treatment.

Basil was aware of her confusion, but he didn’t care in the slightest. His mind was occupied by the thing he would get.

He had inherited the legacy his mother had passed down to him, and now it was time to inherit the legacy he had been looking for.