Throne of Magical Arcana

In city Husum of the Solna River Valley, there were soldiers everywhere searching for preachers and believers of the God of Revival, Fertility, and Redemption. The searching messed the entire city, and the mess extended all day long into the deep night.

However, the search yielded nothing. Most of the followers of Ell were the previous followers of the God of Flame and Destruction, who were experts in hiding in the crowd. Unless the clergies of the Lord of War and the other gods could match in number with that of the Saint Truth Church so that they could examine the people one by one on the street using divine spells, it was impossible that they could find a clue tracking the secret preachers.

As for those new followers of Ell who converted after attending the debate and seeing how Ell killed the Lord of Underworld within a second, they were of no value for the searching, as these new followers knew nothing about the initiators and priests.

“Send out these letters and do as said in the letters. This is the prepayment. When my friend sees the mark and finds you, you’ll get the rest,” said Ramiro who had changed his look again to a merchant.

The traveling merchant nodded hurriedly and took over the gold coins and the letters. The pay was too generous to make him say no!

He wished to hit the road right away! He was so lucky to run into such a wealthy man!

In fear of the mysterious ninth-circle archmage and the Lord of War, Ramiro decided to reach the three top night watchers who had arrived in Erdo with him, the five senior-rank priests, two gold knights, and six radiant knights investigating the meteorite incident that happened three years ago in the north to ask for help. Something going on here was definitely not right!

Because of the certain restriction in this dimension, the Church only managed to set up a few teleportation circles in the fully-controlled countries. In remote areas, they still had to rely on the most primordial methods to communicate.

Ramiro also decided that currently there was no necessity to report this to the grand cardinals and Varantine, the leader of the ascetics, who were investigating different things across the dimension. They were already short of hands, and aside from the unconfirmed existence of the mysterious archmage, there was nothing worthy of attention here

Three years ago, many places in this dimension witnessed meteor showers, making it impossible to know where Alterna and the mysterious existence from the World of Souls exactly ended up falling. Ramiro had to find a chance to approach the false god who took away the godhood of the God of Moon. Somehow, all the dimensions where human beings were living shared a similar length of day and night and the length of a year like the main material world. In the dimensions not suitable for humans to live, it was the opposite case.

When Ramiro turned around and was about to leave, he heard the nearby people talking,

“I heard that the Lord of Underworld had been killed by the almighty Lord of Redemption. Keep it as a secret: The statue of the Lord of Underworld in the temple cracked right from the middle, and most of the priests of the Lord of Underworld had lost their power.”

“Really? I remembered that the almighty God of Redemption only said two words at that time!” Said another man. Ordinary folk like him could not understand ancient Baburian.

“So what the priests said on the debate is true. When the searching comes to an end, I’ll…” The man who was talking did not finish his words, as he could not fully trust the people he was talking to.

“Don’t say that too early. If Ell is that powerful, Ell would have killed Asin a long time ago. But now Asin had resumed his power and became the God of Love and Beauty, the Star of Morning and Dusk. Now, Asin’s priests are receiving the new power,” said another man, who was the follower of Bero, the God of Sun and Justice.

Ramiro was very surprised to know that so many things had happened. The Lord of Underworld had died! Who did it?

According to the Church, the temper of those false gods changed greatly as they took in different godhoods, and some of them ended up being driven by their desire and losing the ability of thinking. When Ramiro was thinking to himself, he noticed something unusual — When those people were talking, one of them was obviously absent-minded and kept looking around.

There was definitely something wrong with this guy. Ramiro believed that this man was not the follower of the Lord of Underworld, because the man was not interested in the conversation at all.

Ramiro decided to follow this short, young man. As an experienced night watcher, Ramiro was very sensitive to anything worthy of investigation.

In an ordinary mud hut.

Reis, the short young man, sneaked into the hut after carefully checking around. Anheuse was waiting in the hut.

Reis said to Anheuse, “my dear Initiator, the almighty Lord of Redemption and the rest of the initiators have left the city. The number of guards at the city gate has been reduced. I was also told that…”

Anheuse was left in the city to deal with the remaining issues after their original plan failed. Due to the strict search, Anheuse had been waiting for the chance leaving this city for quite a while.

Hearing Reis’ information, Anheuse drew a cross in front of his chest and said, “my Lord’s almighty power is profound. The Lord of Underworld tried to betray the true lord, severe punishment then ensues. You can leave now. When everything settles down, I’ll preach to you about the blessedness granted by the Lord.”

“We only follow the Lord of Redemption.” Reis also drew a cross in front of his chest and left in respect.

Watching Reis go, Anheuse locked the door and was about to put the makeup on to disguise himself. At this time, someone gently patted him on the shoulder, and he heard a low laugh just beside his ears.

“I’d like to hear about the blessedness granted by the almighty Lord of Redemption as well.”

……

The silver moon hung high in the night sky. It was late and silent, and Lucien was waiting for Anheuse beside the river in the darkness.

After quite a while, Lucien finally saw Anheuse came stealthily.

“Are you here, Leviathan?” Asked Anheuse in low voice.

After he made sure that it was truly Anheuse, Lucien walked out from the darkness. “It’s late. You got in any trouble?”

“A bit…” answered Anheuse briefly. “Leviathan, I suppose you’ve earned the Seed of Spirit from the Lord, right?”

Lucien was a bit surprised to hear this question. The timing seemed to be quite bad. But he still answered, “yes, the almighty Ell gave both Francis and me the Seed of Spirit. Jacob was awarded, too. When you return to Politown, you’ll receive your award as well.”

“I see… is it powerful? How does it work?” Anheuse asked eagerly and looked a bit jealous.

Lucien understood how Anheuse felt, so he smiled. “It’s just for improving my strength, speed, agility, and the ability to recover. Plus my inherent strength, I can now fight against a divine-blooded hero.”

“Good,” Anheuse’s voice revealed a slight of his joy, as if he was glad to know that there was nothing special about Leviathan’s Seed of Spirit. “Alright, we should go now.”

Deep inside, Anheuse was indeed happy. Because he was, in fact, Ramiro the Body Controller. Ramiro had killed Anheuse after absorbing his conscious memories and body cells.

Ramiro felt so blessed for being this lucky. Finding Anheuse meant that he could now find Francis and figure out why they wanted the godhood of the God of Moon. When Ramiro found that he could not cast all of Anheuse’s divine spells and was concerned that this might be his major flaw, the apostle he found named Leviathan was not able to tell this at all, since the Seed of Spirit Leviathan received was just for improving his physical strength. What’s more, Ramiro could easily turn himself into Leviathan, and then he would be perfectly safe.

Ramiro was rather pleased with himself. He believed that this was because of his many years of loyalty to his Lord.

Glancing around, Ramiro was about to take action.

Lucien suddenly realized that there was something wrong with Anheuse’s words!

If Anheuse was feeling jealous of the award that a new apostle received, and was concerned that the power of a new apostle might exceed his, why did he not ask about Francis?

Anheuse was a loyal follower of Ell. Then why did Anheuse not mention anything about Ell?

His eyes narrowing slightly, Lucien pretended that everything was fine, while he was ready to take action at any time. He wondered if Anheuse had probably been possessed by a false god.

Ramiro had made sure that no one was around. A creepy smile appeared on his face, and the inner part of his body started wriggling.

In Ramiro’s eyes, Leviathan was like a vulnerable lamb that had no power to defend himself.

They were now out of the city of Husum. Ramiro could take his time absorbing Leviathan’s memories and investigate him.

The smile on Ramiro’s face became bigger. He was going to show this innocent lamb his horrible power.

At this time, suddenly, a person arrived and landed on the ground, stopping Ramiro before he could take action.

“Francis?” Lucien was now even more alert.

Francis grinned. “I’m interested in the treasure left by the Lord of Underworld. Leviathan, take me there.”

Although Ell was deeply convinced that the Lord of Underworld was killed by his own power, Francis believed that, based on what he saw, it was Confinement or a maze spell. He suspected that an archmage had also arrived in the city of Husum and the archmage’s target was the Lord of Underworld.

……

In the realm of the God of Sun and Justice, Bero was pacing back and forth in the hall in annoyance. Although the Lord of War had withdrawn the order of expelling Them temporarily, if They failed to kill Ell within a year, more severe punishment would be waiting for them.

Considering this over and over again, Bero thought of the mysterious lady who visited the temple a few days ago claiming that she was selling secret knowledge.

Bero hoped that her secret knowledge could help Him become more powerful, so that not only Ell, but also Antanas… Bero had made up His mind.

After a long time, a gorgeous blond lady as beautiful and pure as an elf entered the realm, led by Bero’s chief priest.

“Ms. Sophia, what secret knowledge do you have?” Asked Bero straightforwardly.

Sophia’s jade-green eyes were clear and her smile was innocent and sweet. She took out a few books from her pouch and said, “it depends on what you want, revered God of Sun.

“I have the Book of Honesty, the Book of Order, the Book of Kindness and so on, as well as the ultimate one, the Book of Virtue.”