The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Standing before the Dragon’s dead body, Basil had the First Fragment in his grasp. He had extracted it from the chest of the Dragon, where its heart was supposed to be located in.

Even before absorbing it, he could already feel the strong connection it had with him. He didn’t connect himself with the Fragment that he already had; however, despite so, his Pacifer Seal got activated by itself.

Humming to himself, he wondered why he couldn’t deactivate his Pacifer Seal. He still had full control over his self, however, so he concluded that the activation of his Pacifer Seal was the reaction to the First Fragment’s appearance.

He couldn’t turn around, lest he should show his Pacifer Seal to the people, which was something he didn’t want to happen. This was a very troublesome situation for him since he couldn’t just keep showing his back.

“They will come when I lose consciousness, which is the moment I absorb the First Fragment. I can’t guarantee if my Pacifer Seal will be deactivated when that time comes.” Basil frowned. “Maybe, I should tell Iliana to—”

“Let me do it instead.”

Basil was Interrupted by Asia, who had manifested herself using Jade of Soul Memoir. He was as surprised as he was bemused by the fact that she had just shown up before him; she would never do it when there were people around.

“It is fine,” Asia said softly. “You will be able to talk your way out of this, won’t you? It shouldn’t be a problem.”

Basil put his hand on Asia’s head and caressed it tenderly. “I was just surprised you already have enough courage to show yourselves.”

“Oh… Hmm—that’s not the point.” Asia shook her head. “Quick, absorb the Fragment!” Noticing that Basil was looking back at the people, she assured, “Don’t worry about them. Caliburn has done something to prevent them from approaching.”

“Oh, so that’s the halo’s function. I am glad it is not just there for show.” Basil nodded his head. “Alright, I am going absorb the Fragment.”

“Hm.” Asia smiled encouragingly.

From the people’s perspective, Basil was undergoing some kind of an awakening. The moment Asia showed up, they thought the Goddess had descended to bestow him her miracle.

Although it sounded ridiculous, they couldn’t help thinking it was the case due to the strange and profound feeling they had, which was caused by Caliburn’s Sword Soul who utilized True Light Magic.

Whoosh!

The air exploded at the same time Basil absorbed the First Fragment. A mysterious and profound pressure swept over the people, stunning them silent.

Basil fell forward, into Asia’s embrace. With him no longer standing and obstructing the view, the people could see her face; they were shocked by how otherworldly her beauty was.

The aura she was exuding made them feel not worthy to approach her. They could only watch as she caressed Basil tenderly in her embrace.

Iliana and Ione felt something familiar about Asia; therefore, instead of getting jealous, they were curious about her. She felt like someone whom they knew closely—it felt like they had just met the mother they didn’t know they had.

Ignoring the people’s gaze, Asia smiled tenderly at Basil and caressed his shining Pacifer Seal. “You are closer to the truth—I should be happy for you—but I can’t help feeling sad … Will you be able to accept the truth, my husband?”

…

Upon opening his eyes, Basil found himself in his Mindscape. It was an endless field filled with all kinds of flowers.

Whoosh!

A breeze passed him, carrying a scent that calmed his mind. Wasting no time, he walked towards the two-storey wooden house which he had made for Asia.

He felt someone, or rather, some entity there. He had lost access to the First Fragment that he had just absorbed and he instinctively knew that entity would be able to give him access to the Fragment.

Creak.

“Breaking into someone’s house is not okay, Soul Imprint,” Basil said upon entering the wooden house.

“That is a little bit sad, isn’t it? Though I am but a fragment of a fragment, I am still part of the main soul.”

Saying nothing, Basil sat in the sofa and then looked at the person sitting across him. The man had a golden hair, a pair of golden coloured eyes and a soft smile on his otherworldly handsome face.

“Matheus… That is what your other part calls himself.”

Matheus chortled at Basil’s remark. “That is indeed how I call myself. The amount of distrust you have towards me is as commendable as it is baffling.”

“I know who lies and who doesn’t. Matheus, although it is your name, it is not the one that everyone knows, isn’t it?”

“… That is true, Basil,” Matheus answered softly. “That, however, doesn’t really matter to you, does it? You are here to ask for the question that no one hasn’t answered yet, aren’t you?”

“I applaud your quick understanding,” Basil said neutrally. “Now, without wasting anymore time—”

“Stop right there, Basil.” Matheus put his hand up. “Let me show you the Fragment first!”

Without waiting for Basil’s response, Matheus snapped his fingers. The surroundings instantly changed: they were no longer sitting in the sofa in the wooden house but on a grassy, green field.

In their surroundings, now, there were four gigantic stone tablets. Only one of them had any writings on its surface; it was shining in gold and exuding a profound aura.

Matheus stood up and then walked to the center of the circle that the stone tablets made. He stopped in front of a particular stone tablet and gestured Basil to come with his hand.

Basil stood up and walked towards his way with a light sigh. “Let’s cut to the chase. I am not interested in seeing writings appear on the surface of this stone tablet,” he said upon arriving

“You should. It’s fascinating,” replied Matheus calmly.

Shaking his head helplessly, Basil watched as Matheus stepped forward, extended his hand to the stone tablet, causing writings to appear on its surface. The writings shone at the same time it showered him in its profound aura.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?” Matheus asked.

“I have seen more interesting things.”

“You sure have, Basil.” Matheus chuckled. “This Fragment, you see, will allow you to use the Guide naturally. You don’t have to ask the Guide questions; it will immediately provide you with the information about the thing that puzzles you.”

Matheus looked at basil brightly, expecting an excited look on his face. His smile didn’t falter even though he found Basil remain stoic, but he did wonder if Basil could ever be impressed if that couldn’t impress him.

Shrugging lightly, Matheus pushed Basil’s body slightly. Basil stepped forward, earning a smile from Matheus as he did what Matheus wanted him to do even before hearing anything about it.

Basil extended his hand and put it on the stone tablet before him. His connection with the stone tablet was instantly established; at the same time, a golden light traveled to the back of his right hand.

The Seal which he had gotten from establishing a connection with the Fourth Fragment showed up. Another pattern was added to it, making it look more complete.

Basil retracted his hand afterwards and then turned to Matheus. His golden eyes stared into Matheus’ as he tried to figure Matheus out as much as he could … He got nothing.

“The Guide won’t directly tell you anything about me. It still doesn’t have the authority to, but it has allowed you to hear about some part of what is waiting for you.”

Basil quirked his eyebrow, prompting Matheus to tap his ear. “You couldn’t hear what the other Matheus said, could you? You will be able to hear it now; though, as for how much, I don’t know.”

“I am interested.” Basil walked towards Matheus with a small smile on his face, earning a helpless smile from Matheus. “Fake Pacifer, tell me about your real identity,” he said as he stood right in front of Matheus.

Matheus instinctively touched his forehead. He couldn’t help sighing at the fact that Basil had realized he didn’t have the Pacifer Seal, earning a sneer from said Pacifer.

“I am actually •••.”

When he heard a long bleep, Basil wasn’t surprised; he had expected and anticipated it. He had paid close attention to Matheus’ lips so he could read them, only to find that he can’t—he was surprised by this.

His bemusement was apparent as he looked at Matheus with a questioning look. Matheus merely shook his head faintly and smiled wryly.

“It seems that is the limit of the authority you have right now,” Matheus remarked. “Ask me another thing.”

“How did The Lord die?”

“The Four Heroes—they ••••••••• •••• ••• •••••—”

Basil put his hand up, stopping Matheus. “Moving on—was The Lord a God? If he was, who was he?”

“The Lord was a God. His name was ••••••••••. You couldn’t hear that, could you?”

“Can you use sign language?”

“Of course.”

Matheus moved his hands in accordance to the sign language to tell Basil about the answer of his questions. Basil stopped him not long after since Basil couldn’t understand what he was conveying.

Basil immediately taught Matheus another sign language. It was the one that he created on the spot which he expected to be able to prevent the Guide’s attempt from making him fail to understand.

It didn’t work.

“Tsk. There is no gap that I can use—what a formidable opponent,” Basil clicked his tongue. “Then, tell me, Matheus, what is the Fated Child?” he sighed.

“Ah, I think you can hear it.” Matheus nodded his head lightly. “When the First Matriarch of Pacifer, Lady •••••••, was on the brink of doom, she foresaw the future. It was a bright future where—”

“Hold up. Is Asia not the first Matriarch? I couldn’t hear the name of the name of the Matriarch earlier.” Basil interrupted. “She was The Lord’s wife, wasn’t she?”

“Hey, how could you even know her nickname? None but The Lord called her that.” Matheus blinked his eyes in surprise. “As for your question, yes, she is.”

Basil waved his hand lightly. “Alright, moving on.”

“Kuhum! The future she foresaw was the bright future where the true first male Pacifer is born and brings the glory back to the Pacifer Clan. Yes, I wasn’t a Pacifer and everything about me being one was a lie.”

If Basil asked why Matheus felt the need to lie, Matheus would answer because he wasn’t ready to hear the truth. He knew that, so he prevented himself from asking.

“That male Pacifer is the Fated Child, who, in the future, will host The Lord’s soul and resurrect him.”

Hearing the answer that he had expected but he didn’t want to hear, Basil didn’t react much. He looked calm on the surface, but he was boiling inside; he didn’t like being played.