Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint -
Chapter 281: The Blessed Country and the Cursed Human (4)
The blessed land ruled by the Grandiomor royal family, the Kingdom of Kings and Knights.
In this land, with a thousand years of glory, there was a figure known as the Warlord.
He was like a beacon of hope for the people.
A commoner by birth, he made remarkable achievements and was appointed as a free knight.
With a handsome appearance and a likable personality, he built close relationships with the elite and married a beautiful noblewoman after fending off twenty suitors.
The people were ecstatic over his success, which seemed to be a classic case of rags to riches.
Glorious honor. Lavish balls. Wealth and power.
All things that commoners could only dream of were his.
The parched commoners felt vicarious satisfaction through him.
Though slightly distorted, they loved him.
And when the Warlord refused all that glory to dedicate his work for the insignificant soldiers, he became everyone's idol.
The commoners felt as if they were one with him...
As per the royal family's plan.
The Warlord was a figurehead to quell the people's discontent.
As public dissatisfaction grew, the royal family decided to create a representative to draw the people's attention.
The strong and handsome Warlord was chosen for this miserable yet glorious position.
In return for obeying the royal family's and the noble knights’ commands, he was given everything: high honor, a beloved woman, and a comfortable estate.
But he found all these burdensome.
It felt like wearing clothes that didn't fit.
No matter how much he washed, changed his clothes, or waved to the cheering citizens, he couldn't shake off the suffocating feeling.
It was like he was watched by the poor and struggling version of himself.
He couldn't find comfort anywhere.
Tormented by guilt, he decided to at least fulfill his duties.
On the battlefield where knights were the protagonists, the soldiers' roles were less than that of laborers.
They were porters, carpenters, and workers.
Bait, or just a few words in an epic poem.
When bored knights went hunting, soldiers would carry pots and blankets, and chase after the beast.
Even if the cornered beast tore them apart, they were not allowed to retaliate.
The glory of spearing the beast was solely the knight's.
When the knight speared the beast, the dying soldiers were mentioned in the songs praising the knights' feats.
Feeling sorry for these soldiers, the Warlord did everything he could.
He provided food for the starving soldiers, abolished bad practices, organized the system, and supplied resources.
Instead of trailing behind the noble knights, he improved their base, built roads, and dug canals.
He also went on civil aid missions to gain the people's support.
He trained the soldiers to ensure their presence wasn't in vain.
If they had some strength, they wouldn't be easily killed.
The noble knights, who lost their unpaid, all-purpose servants to the people, complained, but the Warlord managed to pacify them using all his connections.
Particularly, his close friend, Patraxion the Sunderspear, was a great help.
Though the Warlord was powerful, he wasn't the strongest, so without Patraxion, he would have been challenged to a duel.
In any case, the Warlord remained loyal to those who believed in him.
Both to the royal family and the soldiers.
He was sincere in his intention.
Contrary to later evaluations, he harbored no blind hatred towards the royal family.
He only had a sense of responsibility.
One day, while being so devoted to his soldiers, he couldn't refuse their plan to rebel.
In the end, the Warlord destroyed the royal family.
Amidst the ashes of the royal palace, everyone cheered.
The injured fallen knights, the knights who followed Patraxion, the oppressed crowd, and the soldiers rejoiced, envisioning a brighter future.
Listening to their cheers, the Warlord was lost in dark thoughts.
Though the rebellion was accidental, the Warlord realized he could not lead a country.
In fact, no one in the world has the ability to lead a country.
In this regard, the Warlord was already better than the late king for realizing this truth.
Quickly assessing his situation, the Warlord concluded that if he couldn't lead a country, he should temporarily borrow someone who could.
Fortunately, some reigned without caring much about secular power.
If he sought their help, a path would surely appear.
After stabilizing the chaos as much as possible, the Warlord assigned tasks to his subordinates and set off.
To the place that reigns but does not rule, guiding all in the name of faith.
To the Sanctum
“…He is coming.”
-Thus, Yuel, the Saintess of Foresight, witnessed it all from the deepest part of the Sanctum, a secret and sacred place only accessible to the Saintesses.
Where light seeped through the cracks of gray bricks, blessing all from the statue honoring the Saintess of Origin that overlooked all.
Yuel, the Saintess of Foresight withdrew her gaze.
Since the True Prophet, the Saintess of Origin died on the cross, Saintesses had appeared in the Celestial Order.
They differed in origin, age, appearance, and abilities, but they shared two common traits.
One, they were women.
Two, their abilities were related to precognition.
“Judging by the letter he sent to the Sanctum, it seems he seeks help from us.”
Among them, Yuel, The Saintess of Foresight, had a simple yet powerful ability.
Clairvoyance.
The power to see everything in the world from where she sat.
The eyes to see the future that had yet arrived.
If revealed to the world, such power would shake nations and overturn the heavens and earth, yet it resided in her small body, young as she was.
Waiting for an answer, Yuel found the continued silence strange and turned her gaze back.
Instead of the distant world, a beautiful garden came into her view.
A place where water from the statues graciously wetted the earth.
Grass and vines run through the ground beautifully.
A Holy, sacred, and reverent sight.
And there, a girl with ebony hair sat in a rocking chair, nodding off.
No artist could capture this scene.
Their painting would lack the sacredness that defies human language.
The sight seemed to prove the existence of God.
Even those who didn't believe in the Sky God would naturally kneel before such reverence.
The scene surpassed beauty and created a mysterious atmosphere.
The manifestation of faith and belief itself.
Lost in admiration for a moment, Yuel snapped back to reality and called out.
“Your Holiness?”
When she asked again, the girl with closed eyes slowly opened her mouth.
“I refused him, Yuel.”
The Saintess of Sky, Mayel.
The Seer.
The Sleeping Prophet.
The most exalted woman in the Sanctum answered in a benevolent voice.
“Have I shown Yuel too many unpleasant sights? I'm sorry for worrying you. It was a historically important moment, so I borrowed your power. Now that the matter is settled, turn your attention away from him. It’s the season for beautiful auroras, so take a break and watch the ice sea of the North.”
Confused by her words, Yuel asked again.
“Pardon? T-The North Sea? A break?”
“Oh, isn't it the season for auroras now?”
Her tone was dreamlike.
Like she was detached from reality.
Anyone with common sense would think she was still half-asleep and smiled at her antics.
But when the one speaking is the Saintess of Sky, an extraordinary being, the criteria for judgment change.
One must doubt their common sense and believe her blindly.
Because what she saw wasn't a dream... But the future that ordinary humans were yet unaware of.
“It's alright, Yuel. You've gotten used to my way of speaking over the past few months. So accustomed that you even reprimand me? For now, just let it go.”
“Y-Yes….”
The still-young Yuel responded, confused by Mayel's words.
“Then, what about him…?”
Yuel asked hesitantly.
Mayel smiled.
She spoke in a gentle, soothing voice as if comforting Yuel.
“I took care of him already. There was nothing to worry about. Everything was going according to the Saintess of Origin’s will.”
She wasn’t stating her will but simply conveying what she had seen in the future.
Hence, there was no issue with speaking in the past tense.
From Mayel's perspective, it was already in the past.
Though he would arrive in a week, the Sanctum's response was already decided.
In other words, the Warlord’s request had already been ‘refused’ before he even arrived.
“Understand, Yuel? Now, watch the most beautiful scenes and cleanse your body and mind. I regret it, though it was necessary, making you witness the Kingdom’s fall and the King’s death. It might have been too stimulating for young Yuel.”
"Your holiness...”
“A week? It takes forever to get from there to here. Spending a week of my precious life on this. It’s such a waste. So, Yuel, go and rest. Thanks for waking me up... Ah, that was a preemptive thank you!”
Mayel smiled warmly and began to doze off again after giving a soft, benevolent dismissal.
Not wanting to disturb her sleep, Yuel bowed and left.
Yuel passed through the garden and returned to her room.
To her cozy, warm, and affluent room.
She had three rooms, the largest filled with various curios that were hard to guess their uses.
Normally unimaginable toys or items Yuel found through her Clairvoyance.
Curious Yuel pestered to get them, and the Sanctum dutifully fulfilled the Saintess's requests.
The second room was a living room with a desk and chair.
Even there, ancient vases, peculiar plants, and precious books from all over the world filled the space.
Even then, the room was cramped with what Yuel carefully selected, with the rest stored in the Grand Library of Rakion.
The third room was where Yuel spent most of her time.
The bedroom. A cozy room with a massive bed that nearly filled the whole room.
Yuel lay on the bed as usual.
The bed was Yuel’s small world.
With her Clairvoyance, she observed the world from her bed.
Yuel turned her clairvoyant eyes to somewhere else, not the North Sea.
What she saw was the hymn of hope sung by the people on top of the fallen kingdom's ashes… And the Warlord who was hastening his way here.
Unknowingly, Yuel smiled.
‘I refused him.’
Suddenly, the Saintess of Sky’s words echoed in Yuel’s mind, and the smile on her lips faded.
***“Are you alright?”
Ripples spread.
It was Captain Abbey's voice.
I came to my senses, feeling like I had just woken from a dream.
“No matter how much I called, you didn’t respond. I repeat, are you alright?”
“Ah. I must have dozed off. Have we arrived?”
“Yes. But I was worried as there was no response even after you landed. Was the landing impact severe?”
“I guess it was.”
“Severe enough to knock you out? Was I too heavy...?”
“Yes. So make sure to exercise regularly. Being cooped up all the time and only peeping on people made you gain weight.”
I gave Captain Abbey some unhelpful advice for her health.
Leaving the crestfallen Captain Abbey behind, I looked around.
The place was pitch black, and I couldn’t see anything.
I needed light.
“Set, Re. Lux.”
A faint light emerged from my fingertip, illuminating the passage.
At the end of the dark, narrow corridor, I saw a stone door.
“Is it here?”
“Yes. I found this scene in the memories of Signaller Yuel. This must be the place.”
“Hmm. There doesn’t seem to be any traps.”
If someone had gotten this far into Command, any mediocre traps would be pointless.
Having traps in such a deep underground location would be dangerous for them too.
Anyway, checkmate.
There’s nowhere else to run, not for me, nor for the Military State.
I tapped the stone door and spoke.
“Hey hey… I know you’re in there, open the door.”
But there was no response.
I could read her mind with my telepathy, but her focus wasn’t here.
She was concentrating on controlling the angel.
To effectively use Mind Reading, I needed to divert her attention to me.
Leaving her be would endanger Historia, so I had to break in and slap some sense into her.
“I'm going to force my way in. Captain Abbey, step aside for a moment.”
Underground, a stone door.
Perfect conditions to use Earthweave.
I spread my hands, placing them near the edges, and used Earthweave.
A technique to sink or raise anything belonging to the earth.
Though my strength was weak, making it slow for combat, it was perfect for moving heavy objects.
Rumble.
The stone door dully vibrated as it slowly opened.
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