4 The Library (1/2)
King Grathazor watched on as Martin left the room. He straightened his back, slowly returning to his royal grandeur. He turned to the head priest and inquired ”So Gabriel, what do you think about the young man?”
”A fine young man your majesty. In my opinion he is exactly like what he stated- A sharp blade of vengeance.”
”He seems to be pretending to be a sly individual, but is actually quite straightforward”
”That he is.”
”Your majesty I didn't quite understand why you let him dominate you throughout the exchange.”
”One must be humble when asking for help. I did have to show my sincerity.”
”Yet, he does have a problem doesn't he?”
”Yes, my king. He seems to have just suffered a big loss and had his beliefs shaken.”
”That's good, moreover he is still young , that means he can still be moulded. The blade of vengeance cuts both ways, we can turn him into a blade of justice.”
”Of course by the time you are done, you will surely make a hero out of him.”
”Yes I will Gabriel, yes I will.”
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Martin entered the room and closed the door.
Leaping onto his bed he couldn't help but lament
”That sly old bastard!”
Martin knew that the king wasn't as simple as he let on. Unfortunately Martin was never as good at scheming as Lucas was.
was...
It seems that he had already started to refer to Lucas in past tense.
The fall of the Anarchists really hit him hard. They were once an unstoppable force. Nations would tremble at their name. Anarchy at its finest. Yet, he knew that they never really embodied the soul of anarchy. Anarchy was after all- order in the absence of governance, but they ran along like a bunch of edgy teenagers yelling power, vengeance and chaos.
He wasn't as shaken by his summoning as by the deaths of Lucas and Vincent. He knew he had to accept it. One thing he had learnt over the years was that escaping from the truth only hurt more than accepting it.
At least he now had an outlet to direct his bloodlust at. If the Demon King was actually how he was led to believe, he was the perfect target.
Sighing to himself, Martin shook his head and stood up.
”I still know too little about this world.”
He walked to the door and requested to be led to the Library.
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The library was huge with pillars of marbles, towering bookshelves and murals all over the walls and the roof.
Martin froze, It was because he just realized a huge problem. The language of this world wasn't English, but he didn't seem to have any problems communicating with the people. He looked up and read an inscription.
”The Place for the cure of the soul”