[ King Maker (Myth-1) :- The Epithet of one destined to appoint Kings throughout their lives. Fate will intertwine in myriad paths, allowing you to come across mortals destined to become future kings. Appointing a mark of kingship to them, would give them a better chance at becoming Kings. Once they succeed, your power experiences an explosive increase. All stats increase by 15% each, and your Mana by 10%. Also gives you -10% damage reduction against mortals ]
"Not bad. As expected from a Mythical title at the level of Divinities." He thought in apathy. At the same time, he viewed the progress of his Wish Trials.
Normally, as he had just finished one right now, there would be a pause of rest. Maybe until another climatic point in his journey appeared. Unfortunately for him... Fate was cruel.
[ Your Wish Trials have resonated with your current circumstances ]
[ A powerful entity, master of this caravan, has cursed you. The more you stay here, the more both your Destinies are assimilated ]
[ Your Wish Trial deem that your Destiny is the Destiny of Humanity. And as the personification of your desire, they are unwilling to back down ]
[ 3. Lost Glory ]
[ Details: Your Destiny has been assimilated. Even 10% of your Destiny, could cause a god to experience immense fortune, at the cost of humanity experiencing great misfortune. The entity has stolen far more Destinies than you can fathom. So much that, not even the High gods proficient in Destiny could challenge it in terms of authority ]
[ Go and slay this entity, and reabsorb your Destiny, and all its stolen Destiny. This will elevate the chances of your desires coming True, and humanity truthfully setting off into the path of being Absolute. This is an unexpected circumstance. The Wish Trials have broken their own rules, but the rewards shall be plentiful as well... so tread with vigilance ]
[ Reward: Destiny Interception Technique(Unique), 108th Page of Destiny(Realistic), Destiny Guider Physique(Unique), Shard of Divinity(Realistic) ]
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Shade Stronghold
Adriana's Abode
Adriana sat herself at the far end corner of the long diner table. Her expression complex, with a wine glass being carefully twirled within her hand.
Her soroundings were dark, as the only source of light were the three candles lit on the table. One at each end, and one at the middle.
The atmosphere was quite gloomy, yet had a ting of stoicism to it. It was strange, yet solemn.
"..."
And accompanying her, was one of the workers working within her abode. Not a butler, nor was it a maid. But one of the secretaries that are supposed to help tend the workers.
Strangely enough, this worker had been working here for over ten years now, which baffled her, considering the while guesses she had in mind.
According to her knowledge, the Gray House had just begun infiltrating when the world changed. She was proven so, when she dug deeper into the new entrants of this year.
From her snooping, she found out that all her siblings had at least new workers assigned to them this year, whereby, at most, one of them, belonged to the Gray House.
It made sense. It was one of the only ways that they could infiltrate. But this member before her, had actually been working for her, for more than ten years now.
Which quite baffled her.
*** Adriana Adams ***
I still don't understand.
"You seem confused, madam Adriana." The person at the other end of the diner table said, her voice quite sweet and intoxicating.
Like taking a sip at the forbidden dew of the gods, or listening to the hums of angels. It was too addictive even for herself.
"...Secretary Emily, please don't mind me. I just wanted to think, that's all." I said, for once, taking in a formal tone of respect.
I couldn't help it. This woman... was the only person either than a few of my mothers, that I dearly respect. She's just too perfect.
"Madam Adriana." She said, her words accompanied by a sigh of emotion with it. Then she added, "What is it that is bothering you? Perhaps I may be of help."
"..."
Help? Miss Emily, you're my problem. There is no help you can supply here...
I kept my mouth shut though, but she did not seem bothered. She only fixed her round glasses slightly, looking straight up at me in concern.
Now, if you look at me like that...
"Haaa~" I let out a deep sigh of remorse. Was I doing the right thing here? Or am I just being paranoid?
I thought, setting my eyes back on her figure. She was quite beautiful, a lady of blonde hair, well round glasses, covering her clear blue eyes, shining like the stars.
She had quite the seductive figure. Slim, yet thick. Her chest was also plump and fresh, and her complexion beyond perfection.
...But that aside, my eyes were looking at the information I obtained from my Class, The Seeker.
[ Identity I: Emily Felix (Secretary of the young miss of the Adams Noble household, working under her since her childhood. She has put in a lot for the Adams, especially for the young miss. Sometimes spending her own budget to bring about the joy of her mistress. Or perhaps working overnight to keep the stability of her young miss' estate. She...) ]
[ Identity II: Illusive Devil (The number two/three ranked assassin of the Gray House. Her position fluctuates between both ranks alongside her rival, the Angel of Fate. Both have done so much killing that their names fluctuate throughout the Black Market as forbidden codes of the devil himself. A devil in the truest sense. Her heart is considered stone cold, and illusory. So are her emotions and common sense. She... There's one advice the Black Market can give to their clients pertaining to her: Flee upon sight. Immediately!! ]
Yeah, thats what I was presented with. And I was held up on the second identity. Illusive Devil? Not the first time I've heard that name. Quite the monster isn't she?
Wait, no no no. To them, the Black Market, she was the Illusive Devil, but to me, she was the beautiful secretary, Emily Felix. So I don't know what to believe.
None of what the second identity said, matches with her personality or her behavior. Even if she's a professional assassin, the contradiction is too much. Please.
"Madam?" She called out, her tone deeply buried in concern.
Fuck it. Damn it. "Be honest with me secretary Emily, are you really–"
"Yes. Madam Adriana, yes." She said, her words cutting mine off, and leaving me stupefied. Yes? Yes to what, goddammit?!
"...Huh?" I lulled, seemingly in so much shock, I felt out of place. I definitely misheard her, that's for sure.
"Madam Adriana. Just as your Class states, I am the Illusive Devil. I am also the secretive Emily you've grown up knowing." She said, then she sighed in remorse. "They are all me."
"..."
I was speechless once more.
But she did not give me enough time to swallow her words. "But what you did was reckless, Madam Adriana. Most of my brothers and sisters at the Gray House are not as compassionate as I am."
"Especially so, our junior brother, sixth. He's reckless, and would kill anyone that would potentially mean harm to the Gray House, or our missions and tasks."
"And you... proved to be the greatest threat within our current focus mission. You should be dead by now." She said, her eyes trailing all over my face.
She saw the shock, the fear, the dread, every emotion that flew threw my face. I had never thought about it that when I had my conversation with little Adison.
"But don't worry, Madam. I'll protect you. Just as I have done so far." She said, smiling at her. The smile I grew to be comfortable around.
"..."
"The Gray House has marked you as a safe target. Unless necessary, they shall never lay a hand on you... but, I would appreciate it if you also did not proactively go against us."
"Why?" I asked. For some reason, that word came out my mouth without my will. Like an involuntary reflex, it just popped out.
And I was scared. What if I overstood my boundaries, and she attacks me?
But my fear transitioned to shock when I saw her stand up, and humbly lower her head. Her words carrying boundless emotions even I did not understand.
"...Because, my love for you goes as far as my love for the Gray House. If you were to ever put me in that position, I would be forced to choose between two of my families... and I do not want that to happen."
"..."
Okay. I am now beyond shock.
...I sat at the far end of my table, and thought about my situation. So, to summarize, I have one of the Gray House's most powerful assassin begging me not to make her go against her organization?
Well... that's tough to swallow.
"Why is it that you care so much about me? I've never done anything for you, have I?" I asked. Now this I was curious. Do tell, please.
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