Chapter 2023 - Prince (3) (1/2)
Nothing about Oshire had changed. He was still a middle-aged man, cleanly shaven with long black hair and deep golden eyes hidden behind crystal framed glasses shimmering with a slight green.
However, somehow, everything had changed.
The skies opened up. Clouds of thin gold descended, radiating with dignity. Soon, one figure after another began to appear. Even with his divine sense, Dyon couldn't count them all in a short time. They seemed to extend to infinity, a bloodline so deep and so prestigious that Dyon's body refused to stop trembling.
Dyon had planned for so many things. He thought of a possibility where Connery had hidden his power. He thought of what might happen if he managed to contact the main Sapientia Clan, and accounted for such. He diligently laid the groundwork before even daring to come here. Yet, he could have never expected such a result.
Connery didn't hide his power at all, he had always displayed his true cultivation. There were no hidden channels here… Because there didn't need to be.
The reality that a mere higher celestial, an existence Dyon had long been able to pinch to death with little to no effort, could casually stand before him without a hint of fear was more frustrating than Dyon could put into words.
Maybe it was only now he understood that it wasn't just information wasn't the only thing that made it impossible to build an Emperor God Clan in a single generation… This… This Faith… This was what became the roadblock for so many young ambitious talents.
At this moment, the Mortal Alliance army had already retreated, using Dyon's timely warning to hover a distance away from Planet Ragnor. But, even with this distance, a cold sweat matted their backs. This power… It was too much.
The citizens of Odin City looked up in shock. They understood better than anyone what this phenomenon was. They had seen many displays of Faith before… But never like this.
Looking toward Dyon's trembling body, Oshire didn't have much of a reaction. One would expect to see a gloating expression, or maybe a hint of pride at the very least, but there was no such light in Oshire's gaze.
He no longer had to pretend to be the ambitious tyrant that was Connery. For the first time in too long, he could be himself. And Oshire wasn't that kind of man.
”Though it's a bit shameless, I'm too weak and untalented to use any other means… I can only say that though I am sorry, I cannot move from the path I've chosen for myself. It's already much too late for that.
”What I can do for you is give you an opportunity. Young Madeleine's Sapientia blood is nobler than you know. And, you should be aware of the fact we of the Sapientia Clan do not hinder marriages with those from weak Clans. As long as you are a genius, we prefer those with weaker backgrounds.
”Through young Madeleine, there's no issue at all with you gaining the favor of the Sapientia Clan, you're more than qualified. As a weak Prince, such bureaucratic matters are about all I can guarantee you. How you fair the rest of the way will depend on yourself.
”If you reject… There's nothing more I can do for you…”