538 Oracle Fyro Part 1 (2/2)
There was nothing that the Second Oracle could do. Fycro was not around and the Pope was using the status and position of the five powerful Cardinals against him. Only Fycro had the ability to stand against the Pivotal Council. As for the rest of the Oracles, their powers were more or less the same as a Cardinal. For this internal strife, the abilities gifted by the Lord of Glory could not be used. Based on this fact alone, the Supreme Court had the upper hand. Those lunatics would resort to using even heresy powers to eliminate others.
The Pope's promise was vague, but Fycro was not around so there was nothing that the Second Oracle could do. He might appear strong, but ultimately just wanted to make sure he did not lose out on any gains to be had.
”The Cardinals have constructed twelve legions of knights at full strength. Each legion will require one-hundred Ascetics. Second Oracle, will you be able to settle this?” Theisio asked, as if there was room for discussion.
”Y-yes, I can.” The Second Oracle had wanted to say that they needed some time to discuss amongst themselves. Doing so would reduce his standing amongst the other Oracles. Fycro was not around so he had to make the decision. Twelve-thousand Ascetics was still a manageable figure.
There were one-thousand to three-thousand Ascetics under the command of every Oracle. After the unlucky Genesis died, the new Oracle that took over would never disobey his order. Each Oracle would contribute fifty Ascetics and the Sixth Oracle would be deployed to lead them. Then there would be no need to argue further with Theisio.
”Very well. Since that is settled, we can now begin to discuss the movement of the troops,” Theisio breathed a sigh of relief after the Second Oracle agreed. The Holy See's twelve legions of Sacred Knights constituted the main force, but without Holy Masters, they would be easy targets for high-level mages. The Pivotal Council were not lacking of Holy Masters, but they were all the forces that the Council had. If all of them were to join the army, the Holy City would be defenceless.
With the heritage that belonged to the Holy See today, where a religion could stand against a mighty kingdom, they would not be so foolish as to give in to internal conflicts and disputes. Theisio exerted a bit of pressure and the Second Oracle relented, so he also took a step back in turn, and things did not turn ugly between the two parties.
Unless the three big kingdoms collapsed and the Holy See could gain control of Myers Mainland, then Oracles would have strived to break apart on their own. The construction of the Holy Kingdom was Fycro's idea. He wanted a kingdom similar to heaven to be built on the Myers Mainland, so that even those who were not able to go to heaven could have a chance to enjoy the greatest honor a disciple deserved.
The meeting in Nico Cathedral continued for a full day and night, many of God's orders were passed down. With the holy city as the core, countless troops began to move and gather on the plains.
At this very moment, a young man dressed in a white robe arrived just outside of Metatrin City. He was fit and fair-skinned, with soft facial features and a pair of black eyes. His hair was of shoulder length and was let down. This young man who seemed harmless and powerless was actually the secretive First Oracle of the Holy See; Fycro.
He raised his head and peered at the towering city walls. He snickered at the sight of skeleton soldiers patrolling the walls.
”Heresies, and to even think of building a city that can stand for eternity. Dante's Sequence? What a talented guy. Looks like he does have the capability to work with me.” Fycro muttered to himself. This strange young man who was peering into the city in the cold and snowy weather had long been sighted. A small group of Caucasus soldiers on magic wolves soon came riding to him.
”Who are you?!” The leader of the Caucasus soldiers bellowed in the Common Language. He held a sword and approached Fycro with caution.
”I am a merchant dealing with weapons, and am also a mage,” Fycro smiled and pointed at the two rows of magic symbols on his white robe. These were symbols of a grade-2 mage.
”Mister mage, you…”
”I am a friend of Master Saleen. He has invited me here to discuss weapons with him,” Fycro lied easily. The Caucasus soldier was cautious and asked, ”Do you have any tokens of proof?”
Fycro casually took out a badge and passed it to the Caucasus soldier. Obviously the soldier did not recognize it and said, ”Master Saleen is not around. You can follow me into the city. I will have to check the authenticity of the badge.”
Fycro did not mind and gestured for them to proceed. This badge was the symbol of a major Sikenqinyan company that was secretly funded by the Holy See, so there was no way anyone would be able to find any issues with it.
With Fycro's status, forging an identity was just too easy.
He followed the Caucasus soldier and entered the town hall. Coincidentally, both Aini and Irene were at the town hall when the badge was sent for inspection. They did not find any problems with it and so, Fycro was arranged to stay at an inn designated for the workers of the town hall where he would await Saleen's return.
In the past few months, many people had come looking for Saleen, so Fycro's arrival did not seem out of place. Even Aini was not be able to expose his real identity and powers.
The town hall was lacking in manpower and no one was available to accompany Fycro, so he eventually ended up wandering around in the city. Since his identity was a grade-2 mage, Daniel did not pay him too much attention. After sending someone to observe him for some time, Daniel eventually let him be.