Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1347: Wrong Means, Right Reasons



Kintar's eyes were glazed over. She kept donning a deep frown every few seconds, and her irises kept changing colours as they darted to and fro. Intense palpitations of mana were brimming from her body as she sat on the Monarch's throne in the Royal Dwelling.

'He's up to something then. Well, of course he is, he's a Deity. I wonder if master picked up on it,' she thought and her eyes raced towards another direction. 'Nope. Doesn't seem like it. Looks like he's got his hands full at the moment.'

The Unlimited Star was using an advanced spell of her own making to monitor everything on Feinheath. The spell honed in on different sorts of energies and latched onto them. Once this was done, it allowed Kintar to interpret everything happening around said energies.

Given that not every Mage could discern every kind of energy on Aigas, this was a terribly impressive feat that only a mortal like Kintar could have achieved.

'I don't have a choice after all. Master is going to have to forgive me. It's all for the greater good.'

And then her vision was back in the throne room.

Stern-Mage Weyven and the Arch-Mages who had believed from the start that Kintar was a Realm Source Mage now sat around the short woman as aides. Those who had doubted before her staggering show of strength - which had left the entire Royal Dwelling - with only half of its original mass - were bowing before her, never daring to even look at her feet.

The Monarch was among them, but he was allowed to keep the little bit of decency he had left by sitting on the same chair Kintar had sat on previously when she was being 'judged'. Still, he dared not look at Kintar. Not after what he saw.

He and these other Mages had not been forced into anything. They had decided to prostrate themselves before the legendary Mage in front of them until she allowed them to rise, and the Monarch had willingly given up his seat to Kintar. It was Weyven who had stopped him from bowing like the rest.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

But this behaviour was not bizarre at all.

Neither the doubting Arch-Mages nor the Monarch could have expected Kintar to wield Absolute Magic, which was said to be a match for the very Rules that created Aigas. It was then confirmed by Weyven after Kintar's display, that the Absolute Magic she had used to prove that she was a Realm Source Mage was different from the one she used in the city Bane - when she saved it from the Cavern; Kintar having one type of Absolute Magic was one thing, but her having two was horrifying.

But this was only one part of her strength, it appeared.

All the Mages who witnessed her powers had been convinced she had a Hidden Class until she told them all otherwise.

Her Class, True Myth Mage was a mere Advanced Class, as she had put it. It was the way she wielded it that baffled most.

The Class allowed her to transform into any creature of immense strength, notably one considered a myth in one way or the other, as long as she had seen it and understood its general composition. She acquired its physical strength, energy output, total energy reserves and more, to the level of how much she had seen the creature's power. That was how she had been able to transform into a creature no human had ever seen: an Eternal Drakken, the very creatures Skullius had been shown by Sause - the reason Aigas was rich.

(A/N: Refer to Ch.1155.)

Skullius had allowed Kintar to peer through his mind and see his battle with Jerthrax and the special pool where the souls of the Eternal Drakkens resided on Edagon. With a bit of inspiration, she had created a mix of the two draconian beings.

Kintar rose from the throne and hovered over the floor. She turned to Red Rage who had been standing beside the throne. They gave each other deep looks.

The short Unlimited Star then smiled that creepy smile of hers.

"Say, Red Rage. How loyal are you to our master?" she asked. "Do you need to ask?"

"I suppose I don't," Kintar said and sighed. "Let me rephrase. What I mean is, how broad is the term 'loyalty' to you? For me, it can be as vast as the oceans. In whatever way, I am willing to die for Master Skullius' sake and everything I do and say is in his best interest."

Red Rage looked suspicious. Kintar didn't let him reply. She had drifted off, floating behind the seats of Stern-Mage Weyven and the other believing Arch-Mages.

"You see, my master is an interesting... man. He truly values all of us - his subordinates - but he has seen in me something special. Besides my strength, he admires the fact that I often contradict him. It's always for the greater good, he knows."

The Mages around her looked intrigued. Red Rage was not.

"What is your point?" he asked.

Kintar gave a smile.

"You see, Boron is doing something other than preparing a new vessel. He has been hiding contraptions all around Pelian. I'm not sure what they are, but I know Pherdanta has encountered one of them. From the looks of it, she isn't sure what purpose they serve either. Sadly, because master is busy fighting some troublesome opponents and has more things to juggle even after that, he hasn't noticed. I want to help regarding this."

"How do you plan on doing that?" Red Rage asked.

"That's where my question on loyalty comes in." Kintar looked strangely on guard now. "My mission was to negotiate and prepare the Monarch here for friendly talks with my master. Of course, I achieved that goal - in a way - but what I must do might sunder the friendly in that."

Red Rage didn't like the sound of this. Kintar didn't like how his radiance grew ever so sharp. "Master told me about how the masked necromancer once orchestrated this... grand plan by sacrificing the souls of fifteen million people. He made the impossible happen with this scheme, but because his victims were all unwilling participants, he had to resort to a roundabout strategy that took months to accomplish - a festival," she said. "I won't be needing fifteen million people, but I'm rather certain I will find many willing participants here with my newfound reputation. And with all these elements, I can help our master a great deal with this ominous problem growing in his blind spot."

Red Rage rebuked this at once.

"Master would not approve. Even he was sickened by what the masked necromancer did."

"Oh, you haven't been with our master all along. You've been elsewhere while the rest of us got to know him and see him grow beyond comprehension. He's beyond anything alive on this world." Kintar gave the Arch-Mages bowing before her a sharp, disdainful look.

"A few sacrifices won't matter if we are achieving the thing he is after. We are all beneath him, after all. Especially a couple thousand Mages who don't even know his name."