The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Creak.

As the gate was opened, the people behind Basil could see six figures with dishevelled look turning their heads toward Basil. All of them were elderly men with a gaze that was deeper than the ocean.

Despite their rather unsightly appearance, none of the people thought they were bums. Their gaze aside, the aura they were exuding was too much for the people to bear.

‘This is… they are just like that monster of Rancuser!’

As soon as Basil stepped into the room, the six elderly men stopped gazing at him silently and then hastily came up to him. Anthony and the others immediately developed a solemn look as they thought the elderly men would kill them there.

It was much to their bafflement that the elderly men knelt before him in the next moment. They expected him to be surprised but said Pacifer acted as if it was normal.

“We have been waiting for your arrival, My Lord,” one of the elderly men said.

‘Lord!? Just what kind of family is he from to be able to have these powerful people as his subordinates?’ they exclaimed in their minds, surprised. They became even more curious about what was happening.

“Who be ye, my Warrior?”

“This one goes by the name of Xander Phiteos. He formerly took the role of the Legatus of Burning Hammer Legion.”

Basil wondered what Burning Hammer Legion was and the guide immediately provided him with the information. From the Guide, he figured that Burning Hammer Legion was one of the three Legions that fought on the front line in the Great War.

Humming to himself as he nodded his head in appreciation, he then said, “Be on your feet, My Warriors. You have touched the ground so long—now, it is time for you to rise.”

“My Lord…”

Xander and his fellows looked at Basil passionately and then lowered their heads instead of standing up. Basil understood what they wanted, so he blessed them one by one.

“My blessing shall accompany you.”

Each time the golden light from Basil’s hand enveloped the head of the Warrior that he was blessing, the people who were watching felt something was soothing them. It was uncanny but it was not unfamiliar.

When the Blessing was done, all of the Warriors stood up. They turned their heads to Iliana and immediately bowed respectfully as they saw the Pacifer Seal on her forehead that was shining in purple.

“You must be the young Maha Dmitra that Young Mistress Ione mentioned. It is an honour to meet you, Lady Iliana. We are very sorry for noticing you late.”

In response, Iliana lightly waved her hand. “It doesn’t matter. I am but your Lord’s company after all.”

“Ah, it is very nice to find that Lady Iliana has such a great sense of humour.”

Being treated respectfully was something that Iliana had gotten used to. It was, however, her first time being treated with reverence, so she couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable.

“Ahaha, our Lady hasn’t gotten used to being treated like she should be it seems,” noticing Iliana’s slight awkwardness, Xander laughed.

“Don’t worry, Lady Iliana. We behave this way, not because we want to suck up to you or Lord Basil but because we are really grateful for everything the Pacifer and The Lord did for us in the past. You don’t have to be considerate of us,” another Warrior added.

Iliana and Basil looked at the Warrior, who was the only bald person in the room, with a quirked eyebrow. The Warrior smiled awkwardly and then introduced himself.

“This one goes by the name Georgios Lamviros. He is the Vice Legatus of Burning Hammer Legion,” the bald elderly man explained.

“The top Warriors have gathered it seems,” Basil remarked as he nodded his head.

“We are not as good as we used to, unfortunately, My Lord,” Georgios replied bitterly.

“Matters not,” Basil waved his hand lightly. “Your power can be regained and your experience still remains. You are still the priceless and irreplaceable Warriors I have.”

Hearing Basil’s statement, Georgios and his fellow Warriors put one of their hands on their chests and bowed politely. They knew their Lord didn’t mean his words sentimentally but were touched regardless.

Looking at the people behind Basil for the first time, the Warriors immediately looked at him back with a quirked eyebrow. They were silently asking if Basil was sure that he wanted to let them fight beside him.

“I have heard that the people you are on good terms with will also aid us, My Lord, but is it all of them?” Xander asked politely.

The real question went unsaid to not hurt the feeling of the people. Compared to them, the people were indeed nothing but deadweight, but they were considerate enough to not slap the people with that fact since they had ever been there.

“There are more and they are on their way,” Basil simply answered.

Turning to Anthony and the others, Basil motioned them to come over. “These gentlemen will be our greatest allies, so you may get to know each other.”

Anthony was the first person to step forward. The dazed people behind him were only awakened from their state the moment he shook hands with Xander.

“Anthony Lionheart.”

“You are of Royal descent, aren’t you?” Xander asked with a smile. “How do I know? You may ask. It is easy, lad. I am familiar with the scent of your blood; I have spilt a lot of your predecessors’.”

Anthony smiled wryly at the information that he didn’t know what to do with. ‘I think I don’t need to say that I was the former King of Braxtein.’

“It is as heartfelt as it is ironic to see the King of Braxtein, the descendant of our biggest enemy become one of our Lord’s supporters,” Georgios laughed as he shook Anthony’s hand, causing the former King to freeze.

“I have been played, haven’t I?” Anthony scratched his head with a helpless laugh.

“No worry, lad. Your feeling is sincere,” Georgios said with a smile. “Like us, you also want to protect our Lord. We will gladly risk our lives to protect people like you.”

“Ah, may I ask something?”

“Of course, you may.”

“You said that I was the descendant of your biggest enemy. Can I conclude that you have a feud with the Emperor, my great grandfather?”

Georgios and his fellow Warriors looked at each other before chuckling softly. It made Anthony wonder if he had concluded it wrong.

“Who we are is what you want to know, isn’t it?” Xander asked, earning a reluctant nod from Anthony. “Well, we are what you people call ‘Kinslayers.’ We are, in truth, the Warriors who served the Pacifer Clan in the past that got imprisoned in the Dungeon.”

The word “Kinslayer” made Anthony and the others widen their eyes. They had heard of what kind of hideous people Kinslayers were, so they couldn’t help getting nervous about working together with such people.

“Ha-Ha-Ha! Look at that face—exactly as I expected!” Georgios exclaimed. “Well, lad. We might have a grudge but we are not senile. Trust me, we are not like what we are rumoured to be. We just want to avenge our Lord—their saviour—who was murdered ruthlessly in the past.”

Georgios’ eyes landed on Basil as he uttered the last sentence. The gears in Anthony’s head immediately spun, causing him to piece the clues he had gotten together.

‘Pacifer Clan was the one who ended the Great War. That’s it! The Church is afraid of their power, so they exterminated the clan,’ he concluded. ‘To think that this whole feud dated back to such a long time ago…’

Everything made sense now for Anthony and he was glad he had decided to follow his heart. The Church was afraid of the Pacifer Clan; given how talented and fearsomely unpredictable Basil was, Pacifer Clan reclaiming the throne was not a dream.

His eyes gleamed as they met Georgios’ eyes and that made the Warrior smirk. Georgios patted his shoulder and then urged him to get to know the other Warriors.

“How sad. They have been entrapped in the Dungeon for so many years that they are so excited by getting to shake someone’s hand,” Basil remarked.

“I thought you became more empathetic whenever you activated your Pacifer Seal,” Iliana commented.

“In fact, Iliana, I become more detached than I already am whenever I am connected to the Fragment,” Basil retorted. “What makes me look kinder is the fact that I manipulate people’s feelings, which I never bother to do normally.”

Iliana turned to look at Basil and then blinked her eyes in amusement. “I hope you are not doing it to me currently.”

“You are the reason why I am not completely detached,” Basil intoned.

“Oh, that is rather sweet. Never thought you would be willing to say something corny like that.” Iliana cleared her throat, “Kuhum! Maybe, this version of you is not that bad.”

Krrrk.

When the ground faintly rumbled, all heads turned to the source of the rumble, which was the gate on the south. The gate was opened, revealing a group of people being led by a bunch of figures entirely dressed in black.

These people were the ones whom Basil were close with—the people he knew personally. They walked into the room and focused their gaze on Basil; it was their first time seeing Basil with his Pacifer Seal, so they were quite astonished by how different he was.

Thud!

When the gate on the north was opened, everyone turned their head to it; some in wonder and some in alarm. A beautiful young woman with violet hair, Ione Pacifer, walked in with three dishevelled figures behind her.

Uncaring to any other people, they walked toward Basil and then knelt before him respectfully. Those who didn’t know blinked their eyes in surprise but didn’t make any noise.

“It is an honour to finally meet the Lord.”

“Two millennia hath passed since our fall. You have spent your time on the ground long enough—it is time for you to stand. Arise, my Warriors.”

Watching the scene made the people who had just arrived at the scene wonder if whom they saw was really Basil. Appearance-wise, aside from his eyes, there was nothing changed but his personality was so foreign to them it was uncanny.

They felt like they didn’t have the right to know Basil; his presence made them feel like they were mere mortals before the deity. They knew the issue was a serious one before; however, upon getting there, they realized what would happen next would affect the world greatly.