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"Defying me to the very end, huh?" Speech.
"Enuma Elish!" Magic/Noble Phantasm Attack. Flashback Speech. Phone/Magic/Etc Speech.
"█▄██▄▄█▄▄█▄" Inarticulate/Berserker Roar/s. Unknown/muffled/'staticy' speech
"Bow before your Death!" Monster-type Speech.
"Notice me!" speech that carries particular emphasis or weight to it.
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'So the goddess conceived an image in her mind, and it was of the stuff of Anu of the firmament. She dipped her hands in water and pinched off clay, she let it fall in the wilderness, and noble Enkidu was created. There was virtue in him of the god of war, of Ninurta himself. His body was rough, he had long hair like a woman's; it waved like the hair of Nisaba, the goddess of corn. His body was covered with matted hair like Samugan's, the god of cattle. He was innocent of mankind; he knew nothing of the cultivated land.' - The Epic of Gilgamesh.
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Previously:
There he sat. dressed in loose red pants, a red and blue open vest doing nothing to cover his otherwise bare chest and a white cloth turban perched atop a golden haired head. King Gilgamesh; Ruler of Uruk, King of Heroes and Original Owner of the Worlds Treasures.
He was sat upon his throne, chin held up by a gold gauntlet covered hand with a flat expression on his face as he looked to the side.
Harry could feel the power wafting off of the man in waves, like standing before the heat of a massive flame. He swallowed.
And Gilgamesh's wine red eyes flicked over to lock onto his.
"For I sit upon the Throne of Babylon."
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The return trip to England from Iraq had been an, interesting, experience for Harry. His mind found itself oft returning to the vision that he had witnessed in the buried and hidden temple that he had found beneath Uruk. The magnificent Throne Room that he had seen, its rich, flawlessly beautiful tiled flooring and equally wondrous mosaic detailing that had lined its walls and columns.
And there, seated on a magnificent throne that had made the one he had sat himself on during his meeting with the Wizard Marshall seem like a cheap, knock-off in comparison, his ancestor; Gilgamesh.
Well, not actually Gilgamesh. Not his true self. It had been more of an apparition. A lingering impression of the once great and powerful man that had lingered beyond death.
It was a surprisingly humbling thought; the realisation of just how enduring the shadow of the King of Heroes actually was. And that for all of Harry's confidence and perceived strength; he still found himself shaking at the mere memory of that moment where Gilgamesh's eye caught his.
The ice in his drink clinked together, drawing the emerald eyed man's attention to it and his shaking hand. Forcing himself back under control, Harry swallowed and banished the thoughts from his mind.
To think that the mere memory of his ancestor could invoke such power and presence to shake him was in of itself a testament to the strength of not only the man himself, but the legacy that had been placed upon Harry's own shoulders.
It was this line of thought, this contemplation that occupied Harry's mind so that had the man surprised when he found himself standing before the grounds of the British Museum, several hours later. The silver haired young man hadn't even really taken note of his departure from his flight and the airport itself so involved he had been in his thoughts.
With a mental shrug and a re-centering of his own thoughts, Harry reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a plain envelope.
On the surface of the envelope was the address of the British Museum with basic directions that would allow Harry to locate and enter the entrance to the Clock Tower that was located beneath it.
Surprisingly, given the annoying nature of the Wizard Marshall that had given him the envelope at their little 'meeting' upon his initial arrival to this dimension, the instructions were quite straight forward and easy to follow. Harry had honestly expected to be led on a treasure hunt of sorts where the wretched troll required him to solve a number of riddles in order to find where the Clock Tower was.
It was the reason why he had outright refused to open the envelope to see what was inside. The belief that there had to be a punch line, some kind of joke or prank involved.
Entry into the Museum was simple enough and it took but a moment to make his way to the main staircase of the building where, concealed beneath a Bounded Field that hid it from 'mundane' eyes, was the actual entrance to the Clock Tower.
The transition from the Museum above and the Clock Tower below was not all that apparent at first glance. The marble floor and featureless walls made the hall he had stepped into was in all appearances indistinguishable from any one of the hallways of the Museum.
Idly flipping the envelope in his hand, Harry closed the door behind him and proceeded down the empty hallway, eyes flicking about in search. For a threat or sign of where to go next. He knew he was in the right place. He could quite literally feel it beneath his feet. The marble beneath his feet feeling as if they were shifting ever so slightly in place; as if a great beast lay beneath him, breathing.
"Identification sir."
Harry resisted the nigh instinctive urge to impale the security guard upon an assortment of weaponry from his Gate. He had noticed the man's presence at all right up to the moment he had spoken.
Harry turned to face the man and cocked an eyebrow when he saw what had to be the most inexpressive and unremarkable face he had ever seen in his life. Dull brown eyes peering back at him within a completely empty expression. Were it not for the fact that Harry could see the man breathing in and out he would have initially assumed this, creature, to be nothing more than an upright corpse.
"Identification sir."
Harry frowned slightly. The only identification he had at this time was the mundane sort that had been provided to him by Zelretch and he very much doubted that a driver's license would suffice in this instance. Zelretch had advised that Harry make his way to the Clock Tower after he had concluded his trip to the Middle East. To aid in this the 'man' had provided him with directions that had allowed him to find this entry point. The Vampire would not have gone to that trouble only to fail to provide him with any kind of identification or equivalent.
So Harry held out the envelope to the corpse-like guard.
The creature took the envelope and in quick, precise movements, broke the seal on the back and opened it.
Harry smothered the smirk and wash of victory as a burst of multi colored confetti erupted out from within the envelope to cover the guards head and shoulders. It was, satisfying, to be proven correct in his suspicion of what would happen if he opened that thing.
The guard appeared to be completely unfazed. Not even attempting to brush off the rainbow of paper scraps that covered its uniform as it pulled out what appeared to be a birthday card of all things?
Opening the card and reading its contents quickly, the guard held the card back to Harry.
"Please proceed down the hall. Take the stairs down to the fifth floor and follow the directing signs to the office of Vice Director Barthomeloi. Present your identification and purpose."
After taking the letter Harry watched as the guard simply stepped back into a small alcove in the otherwise uniform wall, effectively hiding him from plain view. Clearly there would be no further communication to be had with this, thing.
Glancing down at the letter as he turned to continue down the hall and toward the stair well on the far side that would lead him toward the office of this Vice Director, Harry looked down to the card that Zelretch had provided him with.
'In the Name of Justice! It's your Birthday!'
Harry felt a vein throb on his forehead and his jaw clench at the sight of Sailor Moon in her full sailor scout uniform and pose on the front of this 'birthday card.' flipping the card open revealed nothing more than a cartoonish illustration of the Wizard Marshall presenting a peace sign with his hands and the words 'have fun at the Clock Tower and be nice to the Queen B.'
Shaking his head in annoyance and hoping to any and all higher powers that were listening that he wouldn't have to deal with that, annoyance, any time soon, Harry descended down the stairs to the fifth floor. It was not all that difficult to navigate his way to the office of the Vice Director. While not a multitude, there was enough directing signage to indicate what doors led where and which office belonged to who. It spared him having to approach and speak to any of the people that he walked by the further into the Clock Tower he went.
He was aware of the curious eyes he was drawing. A new face that, while dressed rich as he was in an expensive dress pants, silk shirt and casual jacket, he most definitely did not look like any of the others as formal as their appearances were.
Reaching the door that was labelled as the office of the Vice Director, Harry reached out and sharply rapped his knuckles against it, idly noticing a couple of passers-by flinching at the sound. It would seem that this Vice Director had a dominant reputation amongst her fellows here at the Clock Tower by the way the rats scurried away. None wanted to be caught up in the storm that this silver haired fool had seemingly unleashed upon himself.
The door opened wide and Harry took a step back to maintain some distance when a very stern and admittedly attractive woman pulled the door open wide and stepped out and into his personal space. Cold brown eyes and long brown hair that was pulled back into a tight, neat ponytail, Vice Director Barthomeloi was clad in a white formal dress shirt with a red bow tied at the neck under a crisply ironed and spotless cream colored coat and matching brown pants and riding boots.
The young woman eyed him briefly, taking in his own appearance before her eyebrows furrowed in a displeased frown. Evidently finding issue with his rather casual appearance that, when compared to hers; looked down right haphazard next to her own sharp attire.
"So this is how you expect to present yourself to me at my own office? Dishevelled as if you crawled in here from the streets?" The Vice Director scolded. "Have you no pride?"
Harry cocked an eyebrow before smiling cheekily. "If it took nothing more than the correct attire to possess pride, then this world would be awash with it. My apologies Vice Director. I am not one who's pride resides in his clothing."
The Vice Director clenched her jaw in irritation, clearly finding the thinly veiled jab at her within his words. "And for what reason have you bothered me then?"
Harry held out the birthday card. "Your pet at the Museum entry directed me here and instructed me to present this to you. My identification it would seem."
Harry quickly took another careful step back the moment she took the card off of his hands when he saw her expression tighten with barely suppressed hate when she looked at the card. Doubtlessly she had no difficulty identifying the man that was responsible for this form of 'identification.'
"And would you care to tell me how exactly you became acquainted with the Wizard Marshall Zelretch?" The woman asked, her voice tightening as she opened the card to examine its contents.
Harry shrugged casually. "You might say the old man has an, interest, in my family. I recently came to these shores and he offered the facilities of the Clock Tower."
The Woman growled under her breath. "Of course he did. Accursed Vampire."
Turning sharply on her heel, the woman stormed back into her office, incinerating the card with a literal snap of her fingers. "Enter!"
Heeding the order, the young Heir of Babylon followed after the Vice Director, taking the time to close the door behind him before approaching the woman's desk.
The Vice Director had seated herself at her desk and gestured with an imperious wave of her hand to the available chair before rummaging in her desk cabinet.
When Harry had eased himself into the acceptably comfortable leather, wing back chair, the brunette had by now pulled out a decanter of scotch and a single tumbler and was already in the process of pouring herself a decent amount.
When her gaze found Harry's who was simply looking back at her with a slightly tilted head, the woman simply re-fastened the crystal stopper on the decanter before returning it back under her desk, a silent statement that she would not be extending an offer of a drink to him.
Harry simply shrugged as if he didn't care and then proceeded to cause her to drop her drink where it spilled over her desk when he held a hand out and a golden light formed in the space above. A perfectly beautiful ornate golden goblet; encrusted with jewels gently lowered itself from this light to neatly rest in the palm of the silver haired man's hand, the goblet's stem sliding neatly between two fingers.
Swiftly regaining her calm, the woman picked up her dropped glass and with a flick of a finger, collected the spilled scotch together to float it back into the tumbler.
"Impressive Magecraft." She commented after taking a sip, using the moment to further regain her cool. "What family did you say you come from?"
Harry smiled softly as he swirled the contents of his goblet for a moment; allowing it to breath. "I didn't."
A vein throbbed on her forehead faintly. "I see. Then perhaps we should begin with introductions. I am the Vice Director of the Clock Tower and Wizard Marshall, Lorelei Barthomeloi. Head of the Barthomeloi family and current seated Lord of the Department of Policies. And you are?"
"Hadrian of Uruk. But you may call me Harry." The emerald eyed man replied with a polite nod of his head.
He was aware that he was providing the stern looking woman with a small but important piece of information that would help her when she doubtlessly attempted to track down his origins at a later date. But truthfully; he wasn't all that concerned. He possessed no Magecraft secrets that could be stolen and the wonders within the Gate of Babylon were not only beyond the reach of any but he himself, they could also not remain stolen in the impossible event anyone even got that far.
As for anyone foolish enough to make an attempt on him personally. Well, the last time that happened Harry had left a field of black robed corpses to tell the result of that tale.
"Well then, Hadrian of Uruk." Lorelei sipped at her drink as she eyed the young man carefully; watching for any reaction to her deliberate usage of his full name. Nothing. "What brings you to the Clock Tower?"
Harry glanced down to his goblet; briefly watching the blood colored liquid swirl around as he tilted it. Flicking his eyes back up to the Vice Director the teenager smiled softly at her. "Access."
The woman was not impressed by his coy response and merely arched an eyebrow at him; silently demanding further explanation.
"It is my understanding that the Clock Tower boasts the most comprehensive archives of history and knowledge in this age. Human history, the ages that came before and a great deal of the knowledge and secrets that have emerged throughout it all." Harry indulged her, request. "I would like to spend some time here, to learn and discover what the Clock Tower has learned and discovered."
"And what is your interest in what history and knowledge we possess?"
Harry replied with a wry smirk as he took a small sip from his gilded goblet. "You might say I have an, interest, in the past."
The Vice Director briefly clenched her jaw, forcing through sheer will and discipline not to visibly react to the steadily growing dislike she was developing to this young man. She was the Head of the Barthomeloi family and second in authority within the Clock Tower only to the Director himself. And this brat showed not an iota of the deference and submission she demanded.
"And you expect that these resources will be made available to you so readily?" She spoke sharply, narrowing her eyes at this, frustration. "Do you have any inkling as to where you are Hadrian of Uruk? This is the Clock Tower. An institution of such prestige and history that Magi from families older than you could imagine clamour for the right to walk these halls; be it as faculty, student or even so much as a guest. There is not a soul here that does not feel the weight of such privilege and so they behave with the respect and awe that is demanded. And you come here with not an ounce of that."
Harry tilted his head to the side slightly. "I was told I would be welcome in this place."
"Your 'welcome' saw you live long enough to reach my door and speak with me." Lorelei remarked with a frosty look in her eyes. "It does not extend to you finding a place here nor the access you desire."
This got a response.
Harry's eyes lost its amused twinkle and hardened as he straightened ever so slightly, his smile slipping away. "Live long enough to speak with you. Is that right?"
The silver haired teen dropped his goblet; allowing it to fall into a small golden portal that formed beneath it. Resting his arms back on the armrests of the chair, Harry looked at the woman, locking his eyes upon hers completely.
He simply tapped a finger. One single finger rapping sharply against the leather of his chair and Lorelei found herself unable to swallow as a half dozen large, metre wide golden ripples formed in the air behind the young man.
Bathing the office in its resplendent light, each of the rippling portals seemed to shake both the air they occupied and Lorelei herself. She could not see anything emerging from these created portals of golden light, nor could she see through them. But by the Root could she feel the impossible power and hungry devastation pressing against them from the other side.
"It would be a shame to drop this pretence of civility now Vice Director." Harry spoke with a calm severity in his tone. "All negotiations involve a measure of give and take, of exchange. It was my expectation that I would be able to offer some form of compensation for the allowance of my desire. But if you would much prefer that such conversation move to a more, violent one. I will of course indulge."
Harry refrained from smirking in both amusement and approval when he heard a low but steadily building hum as the woman's magical circuits warmed up and the Vice Director began to pull on her own admittedly impressive pools of magical power. It sounded like, the prop engine of an aircraft, starting slow and buzzing to life with greater intensity the more she pulled and gathered.
While the proverbial air within the room was tense, the reality was far different. Harry's summoned Gates continued to ripple from the power of the treasures he had poised on the other side; hidden from view but still felt, while the air itself blew in a number of directions as a result of Lorelei's own Magecraft.
It was a standoff that neither seemed willing to falter in. to do so would be to admit to the other a measure of weakness, of inferiority within this match-up. Unfortunately, for all her own pride in her abilities, Barthomeloi Lorelei had more than her own life to consider. She was already uncertain enough as it was regarding her ability to overcome and survive whatever it was this young man had poised behind his strange rippling portals. But she was uncomfortably confident that her life would not be the only one taken should her 'guest' actually attack. As Vice Director she was responsible for not only the people within the Clock Tower, but more importantly; the mysteries kept within it. And a battle between herself and this 'Hadrian of Uruk' would only see her fail in that responsibility.
"There are three ways that one can gain admittance to the Clock Tower, even on a provisionary basis" She spoke, breaking the silence between the two. "The first and most often used is prestige and influence. Magi from old families implement a mixture of wealth and political power to gain entry. The second is via recommendation. A highly ranked member of the Clock Tower may support the entry of an applicant. Unfortunately for you, while Zelretch is very highly positioned by his rank and reputation as Wizard Marshall; he is notoriously unreliable and so I have the right to veto his recommendations unless of course that applicant has also been taken as his formal Apprentice. Can you claim to be the formal and official apprentice of Wizard Marshall Zelretch?"
It was the most common ground found between the two when Harry's face twisted to look as if he had swallowed a lemon.
"Fortunately that never came up in our encounter." Harry spoke, more than slightly disturbed by the very idea of being tied to that creature.
Lorelei breathed a silent sigh of relief. "Then that leaves the third route to you. Entry via deed or employment. It is within my authority to prepare a contract between the two of us. In return for a service rendered I can authorise and admit you temporary permission to live and study here. Give and take as you put it. You do something for me and I will do something for you.".
Harry didn't relax. He maintained his stern posture and the presence of his Gates, ignoring the powerful wind that was blowing his hair about as a result of the Vice Director's own prepared and poised Magecraft.
After a moment he breathed out a calming breath, letting go of his, annoyance at the vaguely implied threat on his life and eased his Gate's shut.
"Very well."
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The flight to the Philippines was admittedly mildly annoying for Harry. While the Clock Tower had chartered a private plane to transport the team that Lorelei had placed him within for this contracted assignment; so as to allow the Enforcers a measure of privacy to plan things out while en route. The silver haired teenager had found himself a seat within the plane and made use of the on flight drink service quickly enough when he noticed a couple of the Enforcers looking his way with an expression that he found all too familiar.
That expression of self superiority and disdain toward someone that they felt was both unwanted and beneath them.
It would have been amusing were it not for the fact that he couldn't simply be rid of them until he had completed the contract that he had made with the Vice Director of the Clock Tower.
So he simply amused himself by leaning back in his comfortable chair, pouring another glass of, adequate red wine all the while smiling innocently at them as if he had not a care in the world.
"Indulge me. Why did the Vice Director contract some nobody mercenary for this assignment?"
Harry flicked his eyes over to the side to look at a blonde haired man seated across the aisle dressed in a functional looking blue jacketed suit with a white dress shirt and black tie.
"By my understanding this particular task is of some, concern to Lorelei. She asked me to lend my aid." Harry replied with an amused smirk. "I am sure she has every confidence in the capabilities of yourself and this team you have. But it would seem she needed some additional, assurances shall we say that the job is done to her satisfaction. you're not worried by my presence are you Ulva?"
The Senior Enforcer of the team grit his teeth and forced himself not to tear at the debriefing that he had been reading through at not only the disrespectful manner in which this mercenary had addressed the Vice Director, but spat on his own teams ability and his very name!
"My name is Cornelius Alba and you would do well to remember that." The man spat in anger. "Also it would be wise not to address the Vice Director with such disrespect and familiarity."
Harry waved a hand dismissively in the man's direction as he reached forward to retrieve the wine bottle, having drained the last of his glass. "No need to be so defensive, we're all on the same side after all right?"
The Heir of Babylon grinned in victory when he heard the sound of fire crackling as the man's Prana shifted in accordance to the Enforcer's outrage.
"Do you even know where we are going and what we have been tasked to do boy?" Cornelius remarked, gritting his teeth tighter as he forced his circuits to calm down.
"Allmango island?"
"Alimango Island." Cornelius corrected. "A Sealing Designation has been placed upon a Magi on the island by the name of Norikata Emiya. Reports have come in that his experiments have crossed a line by delving into forbidden research regarding Dead Apostles."
"Right, I remember." Harry nodded with that same continued smile as he continued his amusement of pushing at Not-Fudge's buttons. "From what I have been told about these Sealing Designations they are quite a rare edict to be handed out aren't they?"
The Enforcer nodded in agreement. "That is true. It is rare for Enforcers like myself and my team to have the opportunity to hunt a genuine Designation. I myself have only had the opportunity to contend with one before."
"Are you expecting much difficulty with this Norikata Emiya?" Harry asked, genuinely curious as he set aside his teasing for a more genuine attitude. "From my understanding the man is more a researcher than anything else."
"There are some potential risks that come with hunting down a Sealing Designation that require Enforcers to operate in teams. Even to the point of hiring mercenaries such as in your case." Cornelius started, unable to smother his disapproval for Harry's presence despite the now more constructive conversation. "The very nature of Emiya's research could give rise to additional threats, we are in essence attacking him in his workshop where he holds an incredible advantage and there is the nature of the Emiya family's Magecraft to consider."
"And what Magecraft is it that the Emiya family has developed?"
Cornelius flicked through the mission briefing before pulling out the Magi assessment report on Norikata Emiya. "Time manipulation."
Harry's eyes widened briefly. Being one of the fundamental concepts of reality; a fourth dimension, the ability to manipulate it via a Magecraft was nothing short of incredible.
"Fortunately while the in depth details of this Magecraft are unknown to us due to the inherit secretive nature of all Magi families, the Gaia Effect does allow us to make some assumptions as to its limitations."
Harry understood that. Construct-Gilgamesh had taught him about the phenomenon in this world that was referred to by some as the 'Gaia Effect.'
Also known the World Presence; this phenomenon is what effectively made all Magecraft short of True Magic temporary. Bounded Fields for example required continual monitoring and recharging because of his degradation that the very world itself enforced. Any and all Magecraft was considered 'unnatural' and so Gaia enforced and asserted that unnatural state back to its original and natural form; resulting in a steady and somewhat predictable form of Magical decay.
For a Magecraft that meddled with Time of all things. Harry could only imagine the harsh cost and potentially even violent effect of restoring the natural order. If a Magi capable of Time Manipulation could potentially halt the cosmic clock upon themselves, would Gaia restore the natural order by forcing that halted time back upon them all at once. The damage that such rapid and instantaneous ageing could have on a human body could very well be fatal.
"From the mission briefing I read, the secondary objective was more or less a scorched earth for Alimango Island." Harry commented with a frown, not all that pleased with such a casual declaration to wipe out the population of the small tropical island. "Is such a thing really necessary? From my understanding Emiya would have kept himself isolated from the islands population."
Cornelius let out a sigh. This, while tiresome to explain, was something he had needed to address before. Mostly with newer Magi who had yet to fully acclimatise to the Magi way of life. They were more hesitant with the relative ease in which Magi as a whole considered civilian life.
"While I will agree it is, regrettable that we will need to cull the civilian population of the island, it is unfortunately necessary given the nature of Emiya's research." The Enforcer explained. "Just by the very nature of his research the Clock Tower cannot afford the risk, however remote, of it surviving and continuing by another. It is a measure that even the Church itself is in agreement with. And the Clock Tower and the Church very rarely agree on anything."
"Yes I recall reading that the Church was sending a team of their own to work in concert with us." Harry commented with a slow nod of his head, swallowing his reluctance of slaughtering the innocent in light of the potential disastrous consequences of what could happen if Emiya's research survived in one such civilian.
"Yes which is something I believe I should discuss with you." Cornelius replied as he turned to face the 'Mercenary' in his seat. "Have you had any dealings with the Church prior to this mission?"
Harry simple shook his head as he looked from his wine to the Enforcer.
"Well the Mage's Association; that is the Clock Tower, Atlas and the Wandering Sea maintain a tenuous relationship with the Holy Church. The Church maintains a rather strict opinion and doctrine toward what they consider 'witchcraft'. In short those like us who practice and delve into the mysteries of Magecraft are little better than Heretics in their eyes. The only reason that an all out war has not erupted from both sides is the acknowledgement that to do so would result only in a state of mutually assured destruction."
Harry had no trouble believing this. Growing up with the Dursley's he had endured more than one rant from his dear Uncle Vernon who preached the righteousness of the Church's history of Witch Hunts and burnings. The 'Magical World' as it was in this reality was far more expansive and so close contact with the Church was not all that hard to imagine.
"The man that has been sent from the Vatican to lead the Church's assault team is particularly fanatic." The Enforcer continued, frowning in concern as to the very thought of meeting and dealing with the man he was referring to. "Father Matthias. Also known as The Iron Cross. He is fanatic to the point of insanity. Very Old Testament in his believe toward the slaughter and damnation of all Heretics, Witches and Monsters. While thankfully he will restrain his desire to attack us while on this joint mission by direct order from the Papal office, it would be in everyone's best interest if we avoided drawing his attention."
In truth, Harry wasn't really concerned by this Iron Cross. While it would be supremely arrogant to say it out loud; the fact was that there was very little that this human could do to threaten him. Harry could still feel his existence shifting as more and more of his humanity was overwritten by the divinity that had been building since his arrival. His strength and still developing power combined with the wealth of might within the Gate of Babylon? There was little that Hadrian of Uruk; Heir of Babylon had to fear from this priest.
But, nonetheless he understood the pragmatism involved in avoiding provoking this Father Matthias.
"I understand."
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A/N here you go for another chapter in Throne of Babylon. We intended to do a much longer chapter than this to post. But ran out of time to finish the longer one so it has been broken up. The first part is this and the second part will be completed and posted hopefully next time we are able to get together and continue writing.
Harry does come off a bit 'Trolly' in this Chapter but that is more to display his confidence borderline arrogance in his superiority to the people he is interacting with rather than anything else. Remember this is a Harry that has been trained and educated by a remnant of Gilgamesh and not only all of his wisdom, but all of his Kingly arrogance. So Harry has of course picked up a few unfortunate mannerisms and habits when dealing with people that really have no power over him but would believe they do.
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