26 Viscounts Presence (2/2)

”My my. And on what basis did you judge me that I'm a member of such a faction?”

”Simple. The way you do things.”

”Oh? And if I ask you, how can someone like you know my ways in doing things?”

”Pure hunch”

”Hmmm. Irrational.”

”Pardon. I respect you in your lover's quarrel...but I think, we are in deep trouble sire. ” Celes, while still staring at the massive magical circles started intruding, in a way that made the phantom deity somewhat irritated.

”Lovers? I'd be dead before something like that would happen.”

”Assuming if someone like me would choose an underpaid security guard like you. Even if you'd be the last option, I would rather choose the soil to be my lover.” Lacrimosa retaliated.

”That's just lonely.”

I can't believe that the natural laws of the universe are safeguarded and governed by these types of characters. It's a little hard to believe that humanity continued to strive with the guidance of such.

While the two of them continued in their rather childish conflict, I approached Celes who is somewhat concerned at something.

”So you are somewhat chosen too huh?”

”Yes... Although it's not just me. Promising predecessors from my family were the ones who passed the task.”

”Hmm... How did he and your family meet?”

”Long story. But before that, don't you feel uneasy?”

Oh. I lost the ability to feel such. I could have said that to her, but I feel the need to keep it hidden.

”Now that you mention it” I replied even though I don't feel anything of sorts.

But somehow, I can quit pick up this rather enormous pressure which was coming left from us, although at a higher altitude. But, I don't feel uneasy about it either. It's just weird for something like that to be there. And at that moment, what was even more questionable was as to why the silence is overwhelming. You could only hear Lacrimosa and Deus' little argument in the background.

Out of curiosity, I looked as to where that pressure seemed coming from and to my surprise someone is indeed there, walking higher and higher up with nothing but this glass-like support each time his feet step up. He is somehow a little far, but I can still see his form. His long straight hair was a combination of the colors of snow and blood. His eyes were black in scleras and have bright red irises. He' frantically tall and he wore this black garment that seemed alike of a marine corps' dress blues.

It features this charcoal-black coat with pairing trousers amalgamated with red trims and golden buttons and chains, while on his head lies also a black visor-like cap with white bill. And on the side of his wrist was a sword with golden encrust, it was almost alike to Napoleon Bonaparte's Austerlitz except it is somewhat more majestic to behold. He was somewhat like a viscount with an extremely important role in the military world.

Like sensing that someone was looking at him, he suddenly looked at my direction with cold eyes and just like that returned to focus on what lies in front of him as if I was nothing of significance to be held upon. Well, not that I object, but who could that one be? Is he a deity perhaps also participating in this war? Well, judging by his appearance, I assume he could be the game master or like one of the powerful magistrates that Deus talked about earlier.

”Hey, Celes. You have an idea who that is?”

”Huh”

”Over there ”

”Who? ”The moment she looked at the direction where my fingers were pointed, her knees seemed to shook in fear, her eyes began to symbolize utter despair and her hands were she took hold of her holy weapon seemed to waver. She left out of this heavy consecutive sighs that if I were to describe, the breathing of a traumatized girl. I take the things I said prior back. That man, judging from how Celes reacted could not have been the game master or a heavenly magistrate, I now hypothesize that he is even more dangerous than that.

”Oh no, this is bad. Deus!” Celes, in haste, exclaimed.

”What?”

”We got company. 12 o'clock”

Company? 12 o'clock? Who still uses that choice of words in this millennia? From their child-like conflict, Deus then hastily returned to his normal noble stature, but this time, it somewhat coalesced with the sense of trembling and fear.

Who could that person be? That even by beholding his countenance made these two falls short of their normal actions. It was not just them. Although Lacrimosa was somewhat calmer in the situation, it is also apparent that she sees this to be of peculiarity..which probably is another bad sign.

”My... That's indeed an early entrance.”