Chapter Eight "Brewing"

"Is the report accurate?"

"The report is as accurate as anyone can get, your Holinesses," said the Captain of the Black Scripture. "This is the final version of the report that includes not just the details of what I saw, but everything else that my team saw and I cross-referenced with."

"Then this is no mere vampire that the Black Scripture encountered. No 'mere' vampire has the ability to hold back our strongest fighters."

"We will need to investigate this vampire thoroughly. Find out what makes her so powerful compared to the rest of her kin."

"You mentioned that someone allowed you to safely escape. Are you sure this individual was human? Not someone that used a method to disguise themselves as a human?"

"I cannot rule out the possibility that the individual that saved my team and I was not human. My savior is surely human as there would be no other reason for him to save us. He didn't even seek us out or remain on the battlefield for long before he took the corpse of the vampire." The Captain replied.

"The Captain's assumptions seem right. Who else but a human would help another human being? Non-humans might sometimes, but that is usually because of a motive. I see there being no motive given that their savior didn't even seek out the Black Scripture for a reward."

"Who would've have thought there was such a powerful human outside the Black Scripture. Yes, there are humans close or par with the Black Scriptures, but none have the full panoply of wargear like the Black Scripture does. Yet this human, according to the report, seemed to possess incredible powerful wargear."

"That is correct," the Captain nodded. "Our savior used two weapons. Twins, I believe. It had powerful ability to kill the vampire. Twice this ability was used to kill the vampire. It is a weapon that is peer to any equipment left behind by the Six Great Gods."

"This man… His name was Shirou Emiya correct?"

"That was the name that he provided the vampire. Unless it was a false name, it is the only name that we have to go on by besides his appearance." The Captain affirmed.

"We must recruit this young man into our ranks. Not only because of battle prowess, but imagine the potential that his lineage would possess. His strength will greatly help in the survival of humanity and his descendants could potentially be our greatest protectors."

"Then we must have the name, Shirou Emiya, and his appearance dispatched to every one of our spies so that they know who to keep an eye or ear out for."

"Agreed. Dispatch elements of the Windflower Scripture on observing and recruiting this young man."

"Is there anything else you require from me, your Holinesses?" The Captain asked.

"No, your presence is no longer required."

"Then I will take my leave," said the Captain as he bowed to the Cardinals before leaving the room.

The Captain sighed as he left the room. His duties in that room were over, he still had work to do. Back then, he was merely giving a report, but now he had to fulfill his responsibilities as the First Seat of the Black Scripture as its leader. This included everything that the highest military officer of a massive military unit had to do.

He was stretching his body while he walked down the hallways when his attention was drawn by a clack-clack-clack sound. The Captain knew who had made that sound before he saw it. There were very few in the Slaine Theocracy who were permitted to enter this place, and when he thought about the people who were not present within the meeting room, the answer leapt out at him.

As he had expected, there was a girl leaning against a wall.

She had a unique hairstyle, with the left side being a different color from the right. One was a scintillating silver, while the other was an all-consuming black. The color of her eyes was similarly mismatched. Beside her was a war scythe that resembled a cross-shaped spear, leaning against the wall. Although she looked youthful, barely fifteen, her age did not correspond to her appearance at all. Ever since he had become the leader of the Black Scripture, the girl's looks had not changed at all.

He turned his eyes to the ears under her hair and quickly looked away. This was because he knew that the girl hated people looking at her ears. The girl's seductive lips formed into a curve, as though she were reading his mind.

She was a cross-blooded child born of nigh-impossible odds, the Black Scripture's Extra Seat, known as "Certain Death." She was a guardian, responsible for defending the sanctum sanctorum of the Slaine Theocracy, the place where the relics of five gods were kept.

The sound he had heard came from the toy in her hands. In the Slaine Theocracy, it was called a "Rubik's Cube," and it had apparently been handed down from the Six Great Gods. The girl's voice blended with the clack-clack-clack of its motions.

"One face is simple enough, but getting two faces right is hard," said Zesshi Zetsumei.

It was not difficult for him, but he had no idea if he should tell her that. In the end, he chose to smile bitterly by way of response. The girl did not seem to care about his answer and nonchalantly continued:

"What happened? Even the Cardinals showed up." Zetsumei asked.

"You were given a copy of the report, right?" The Captain replied.

"Didn't read it," Zetsumei replied without any hesitation. "Besides, asking someone who knows is faster. Did Thousand Mile Astrologer make a mistake? You were sent out to deal with the Catastrophe Dragon Lord… did something happen?"

Throughout all of this, the two of them had never met the other's gaze. The girl's attention was focused on the toy in her hand.

"...We engaged a vampire that was beyond anything that we had faced before. We fought it for hours, but only exhausted ourselves and got injured for the vampire was too powerful and her regenerative abilities allowed her to heal from any injuries we inflicted. So, we did the only logical thing we could do. Fall back." The Captain replied.

"Anything else? I am detecting something that you're hiding." Zetsumei asked.

"Not hiding, just I didn't mentioned it yet," said the Captain. "We encountered a human that was able to kill the vampire in a matter of minutes where my team had failed after hours."

Zetsumei paused playing with the rubix cube and look at the Captain with curiosity. "Hoh, that is impressive. A human that was able to defeat a vampire that the 1st to 12 Seats of the Black Scripture couldn't kill. Only something strongest and oldest vampires could have managed to play around with like that. So that monster wasn't a Vampire, then?" Could it be a Dragon Lord? The Vampire Dragon Lord or the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord?"

The curve of her lips widened, a clear smile. That is, if the look on her face, like a splash of blood, counted as a smile.

"...Aren't those two Dragons already dead?" The Captain asked in awkward tone.

"They're both undead Dragon Lords, so we don't know if they were really destroyed." The girl finally raised her head to look straight at him. Her mismatched eyes seemed to sparkle with what seemed like curiosity, delight, and battle-lust. "Who do you think is stronger? Myself and that Vampire or even the human that killed the vampire?"

"The human," said the Captain without thinking.

"What?" Zetsumei asked in shock as she didn't expect that kind of response. "What makes you say that?"

"The human, his name is Shirou Emiya, was able to kill the vampire in one hit. This was not just once as the vampire either had an ability or item to resurrect her. He managed to kill her twice." The Captain replied. "Whether Emiya used his own ability/magic or the ability of the weapon to kill the vampire is unknown. What is known is that he used a long, crimson spear of magical origin and shouted the words 'Gae Bolg' to kill the vampire twice."

"Good, good!" Zetsumei said in very eager tone. "I might be able to taste defeat."

As he heard her mutter to herself, he wondered, Who would win, if Zetsumei and Emiya fought?

He had exchanged blows with both Zetsumei and seen Emiya fight, and he felt that the Vampire was superior. However, that Vampire would not be able to defeat "Certain Death."

As he sank into thought, he heard the sound of giggling. Then, he frowned and looked towards its source.

"Let's talk about something else. When are you getting married?" Zetsumei asked.

That was one of the most brought up topics when he was around. In short, it was asking when he would find a suitable girlfriend. To put it nicely, they were talking about a marriage partner, but more crudely, she would be a baby-making machine.

"I haven't found anyone yet." The Captain replied.

"Hmm, because you're still young, huh?" Zetsumei asked.

When the Black Scripture moved out, their members wore magic masks to hide their identities. According to the laws laid down by the gods, the age of majority in the Slaine Theocracy was twenty, but after removing his mask, his true age was much lower than that figure.

"Granted, after you're married, your partner will be sequestered in a secret location within the Theocracy… but she'll still be able to raise your child."

"I know that. I am a member of the Scriptures, you know."

"Oh yeah. Ah, still, you should probably tell your wife-to-be that you're going to take other wives. The law says it's fine, but they've all been brought up to dislike having multiple spouses."

The Slaine Theocracy permitted the practice of polygamy as long as the nation sanctioned it. This was a practice which had been grandfathered from a time when bloodlines had to be kept pure due to a lack of powerful entities. However, under normal circumstances, the standard practice was one man to one woman, and there were only a few cases where national sanction had been granted. Even when it was granted, one man could only have two wives.

"Thank you for your kind reminder, but as for you… don't you want to get married?"

He asked that question because she might have looked young, but her appearance did not match her actual age.

"Hmm, well, I could marry a man who could defeat me. I don't mind if he looks ugly or has a bad personality… or even if he wasn't human at all. After all, he's the man who beat me. How strong would our children be?"

- O -

Gazef Stronoff drew up the hood of his cloak and stepped out into the rain. He ran through the light drizzle falling from the dark clouds above. The heavy rain soaked the outside of his cloak and weighed it down. He walked silently through the rain, passing several others who were similarly attired in wet-weather gear. While his cloak did provide him with a measure of protection from the rain, the sticky sensation of the wet cloth was uncomfortable against his skin. Gazef picked up the pace and hurried home.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he neared his home and freedom from his soaked cloak. Then something drew his attention.

A filthy man sat in an alley, heedless to the rain which shrouded the world like a veil, tucked inside an alley that was a short right turn away from the main road. The man's hair looked like it had been haphazardly dyed, and one could see the original color at the roots. His hair was plastered to his forehead by the rain and beaded with water droplets. His head was lowered, and his face could not be seen.

Gazef's attention was drawn to him because he was puzzled by how the man was not wearing any rain gear and seemed entirely unconcerned by the fact that he was thoroughly drenched. Something seemed to stand out about him – particularly his right hand, which drew his attention. The right hand clenched a weapon tightly, like a child clinging to his mother's hand. It seemed quite incongruous with the man's disheveled appearance. It was a weapon that hailed from the distant deserts of the south, a rare and precious treasure known as a Katana.

He's holding a sword… Is he a bandit? No… I'm not getting a feeling like that from him. He's nothing of the sort. It seems almost… nostalgic? Gazef wondered in confusion. He stopped to look at the man's profile. When he realised who he was looking at, the memories washed over him like the rising tide. "Don't tell me you're… Un-Unglaus?"Even as he said that, Gazef thought, it can't be him?!

Brain Unglaus. His opponent in the finals of the Kingdom's previous martial tournament. The image of the main who had fought so fiercely and so closely with him was still branded in Gazef's mind. He had been the strongest warrior Gazef had ever faced ever since he had taken up the sword. Perhaps that was merely wishful thinking on Gazef's part, but he considered Brain to be a worthy foe, and he could not forget the man's face. The emaciated profile of the man before him was roughly similar to that of his rival.

However, the man before he could not be the man that Gazef was thinking of.

His facial features were very similar. The years might have changed him, but Gazef could still recall the way he looked back then. However, the man in Gazef's memory did not have such a pathetic expression on his face. That man was absolutely confident in his swordsmanship and his fighting spirit burned like an inferno. He was nothing like this pathetic shell of a man.

Water splashing around him, Gazef walked towards the man in question. The man seemed to react to the sound, and slowly raised his head. Gazef drew in a breath. Seeing him head-on made him change his mind. There was no doubt that this man was Brain Unglaus, the genius swordsman. However, the Brain before him had lost the lustre of his past, and he was nothing more than a beaten dog.

Brain raise unsteadily to his feet. No warrior would ever permit themselves to move so sluggishly or lazily. Even an aged veteran would not act in that way. His eyes were downcast as he turned and left, his footsteps devoid of energy. His form shrank in the rain. Gazef was thought about just leaving the man behind. It wasn't the fast time he had seen someone fallen down on their luck and the man wasn't someone important to him.

Brushing aside his concern for the man he had once fought in the past, Gazef was about to leave when sudden he had the feeling that if he let Brain go now, he would never see him again.

"...Unglaus! Brain Unglaus!" Gazef shouted.

If the man had said, "You've got the wrong guy", Gazef would have told himself that he had merely seen someone who looked like him. However, a weak, thready voice, like the buzzing of a mosquito, filtered into Gazef's ears.

"Gazef... Stronoff?" It was an utterly lifeless voice. It was completely different from the voice of the Brain who had pointed his sword at him.

"What's going on? What happened to you?" Gazef asked in shock. What on earth was going on?

Any man could fall, no matter who they were. Gazef had seen many people like that. Those who wanted to run away from things and sought refuge in mediocrity often lost everything by making a single mistake. However, he could not connect people like that to Brain Unglaus, that genius swordsman. Perhaps he did not wish to admit that his strongest foe could have degenerated into someone like this.

Their eyes met. The kind of face that Gazef saw something that he hadn't ever thought of seeing from the man, who had once been his rival. His cheeks were hollow and there were dark circles under his eyes. Said eyes were lifeless and his face was pale. He looked like a corpse. No, a corpse would be better than the man before him. Unglaus looks like a zombie.

"...Stronoff. It's broken." Brain said in a voice barely hearable, but the devastation in his mind made Gazef concentrate on what Brain's words.

"What?" Gazef asked in confusion and that was when he looked at the sword in Brain's hand. And then, Gazef realized he had been mistaken. It was not his sword which was broken. It was Brain's spirit.

"Say, are we strong?" Brain asked in a soul-searching tone.

Gazef could not reply with the words "we are strong." He thought of the Carne Village incident. His strength was something that he was proud of. He was someone that was said to possess the strength of an entire battalion of regular human soldiers. That notion had changed when he was about to be killed by the Sunlight Scripture hadn't it been for the intervention of Shirou Emiya. The man known as the Strongest in the Kingdom was nothing compared to the a seemingly unknown figure appearing out of nowhere and saving his life. Gazef did not dare speak proudly of his strength when he had seen someone so much stronger than him.

Gazef did not know how Brain had interpreted his silence.

"Weak. We're so weak. We're only human, after all, and humans are weak. Our sword skills are trash. In the end we're nothing more than the inferior lifeforms known as human beings," said Brain in a distraught tone.

It was true; humans were weak. Gazef grudgingly agreed in his thoughts. Then he remembered Shirou Emiya. A man, who was so powerful that Gazef thought the strength of legendary human heroes were just exaggerations and the wishful thinking of humanity's strength. "...I don't get it. Any warrior ought to know that, right? Humans have always been weak. Well, there are races stronger than ourselves. That's why we train to defeat them, no?"

Brain shook his head forcefully. It sent the water from his rain-soaked hair splashing in all directions. "No! That's not enough!" he shouted as though he were vomiting up his lifeblood.

The man before him finally began to resemble the image in Gazef's memories. He could sense something like the spirit Brain had shown while wielding his sword. However, the contents of what he said were at odds with that same spirit.

"Stronoff! You can't beat the truly powerful with any amount of training! Humans can't do it. That's the true meaning of power. Our feeble strength is nothing more than child's play to them. We're nothing more than kids playing at being warriors!" He seemed to have lost his cool as he faced Gazef. "...I say, Gazef. You're pretty confident in your sword skills, right? But… it's nothing but trash. You hold up your trash and think you can protect the people!"

"...Did you see something so powerful that it changed you?" Gazef asked as he thought about Shirou Emiya.

"I did. I experienced it. It was a height that no human could reach. Or no," Brain smiled, mocking himself. "I didn't even see the true heights of her power. I was too weak to even glimpse such a thing. She was just fooling around. What a joke."

"Then you should train harder, in the hopes of someday catching sight of it…"

Brain suddenly flared up, and his face twisted in anger. "You don't understand anything! The bodies of men can't hope to come close to that monster! Even the ultimate perfection of swordsmanship won't get you there, I'm sure of it! ...It's all useless. What was I even aiming for in the first place?"

Gazef had nothing to say. He had seen people with scarred souls like these before. Those were people who had lost all hope in life because their friends had died before them. Nobody could save them. Nobody else could help them. They had to pull themselves together and pick themselves up again. Otherwise there was no point in extending a helping hand to them.

"...Unglaus."

"...Listen to me, Stronoff. The strength of the sword is nothing. In the face of true power, it's nothing but trash."

Gazef could not see any sign of the heroic visage that had once been Brain.

"...I'm very glad to have met you at the end."

Gazef watched Brain leave with pained eyes. After seeing the pathetic and utterly broken remains of the man he had once considered his strongest rival, Gazef could no longer bring himself to call out to him. However, he said one thing before he left; one thing that Gazef could not pretend he had not heard.

"Now… I can die." Brain muttered as he weakly walked away.

"Wait! Hold on, Brain Unglaus!" Gazef shouted as it was clear that while he had meant someone that had inspired him to greater levels Brain had encountered the opposite.

A fire burned in Gazef's heart as he shouted after Brain. He stepped forward and seized Brain's shoulder. Brain's wobbly gait was nothing like it had been in the past. Even so, when Gazef pulled on his shoulder with all his might, he lost his balance, but did not fall. That was because he had trained his core well and his sense of balance was very good. That put Gazef somewhat at ease. His instincts told him that his rival's strength had not diminished. There was still hope. He could not watch a man die like that.

"...What are you doing?" Brain asked in confusion.

"Come to my house." Gazef said in serious look that bore at into Gazef with the intention that he didn't have a choice.

"Stop. Don't help me. I just want to die… I don't want to live in fear any more. I don't want to cower at shadows or think that someone's chasing me. I can't take reality any more. I don't want to admit that I swung a piece of trash around and thought I was actually someone." Brain said in a despiring tone as he lost the confidence to even value himself as worth living.

"Shut up. Follow me," said Gazef when in reality he dragged Brain. "You're going to change, you're going to eat, and then you're going straight to bed. Your opinion of yourself will change after hearing about the Carne Village incident."

- O -

It was the middle of the night. There was a dark figure walking across E-Rantel's great cemetery. Dressed in a black hooded cape, the figure advanced in a stealthy manner. The figure's steps were so light that no one could hear the echo of its footsteps or how the figure seemed to fade in and out of existence like a ghost by using the mixture of the light and shadow.

After the shadow reached a shrine, it removed its hood. A young woman around twenty years old, at the peak of her youth, was revealed. Blonde haired but streaked with red that from a distance people might mistake her hair colour for orange at times. Her features were delicate, giving her a cat-like beauty. The beauty she possessed was the kind that most women would work all their lives to gain.

"I am finally here." The woman said in a joking tone, brushing her short blond bangs as she pushed the stone door of the shrine open.

Inside the shrine, the stone platform was filled with dead bodies. The shrine reeked with the smell of perfume; the kind that would be used to mask the smell of death and decay despite the measures used to prevent rotting as much as possible. The sweet smell irritated the woman's nose. She frowned in irritation as the smell began to get to her nose as she moved towards the stone platform.

"Hmmm-hmm-hmm." The woman hummed as she pressed an unremarkable marking below the seat.

When the marking was depressed, a clicking sound was heard, indicating that a gear had snapped into place. A heartbeat later, cracking sounds could be heard as the seat moved slowly, revealing stairs leading underground.

"Coming in." The woman dragged the ending of her words in a carefree manner and walked down the stairs.

Turning around the corner in the middle, she arrived in a vast space.

The walls and floor were damaged badly from the passage of time and the elements, but the fact that the walls and floor was still in working condition was testament to the level of solid construction that was only possible through by excellent craftsmen and equally worth construction material. The air wasn't stale; it was rather fresh from ventilation somewhere. Strange tapestries hung from the walls, with red candles made from blood below it, emitting a faint glow and the smell of charred blood. The flickering candle flame cast countless shadows. There were several caves, and all of them were reeked with the death.

The woman surveyed her surroundings until her eyes lingered on one spot.

"Hey. The person hiding over there, a guest is here." The man who was hiding in a dark corner and spying on her shuddered. "Hello. I am here to meet Kaji-chan, is he here?"

The man was at a loss on what to do, and started trembling when the sound of her voice became ever so closer to him.

"It's fine. You are dismissed." Another man, who suddenly stepped out into the open, spoke to the man hiding in the shadows.

He was a skinny man. His eyes were sunken in, and his complexion was completely different from a healthy person. He didn't have any hair on his body. Not only was he bald, he didn't even have any eyebrows or lashes. His appearance made it hard to judge his true age, but he couldn't be too old since his skin wasn't wrinkled. The man was dressed in a dark red robe and around his neck was a chain made from the bones of small animals. His hands were just bones covered with skin and in one of his hands, which had yellowish nails, he held a black staff. He looked more like an undead monster than a human.

"Hi, Kaji-chan."

The woman's casual tone made the man frown.

"Can you not call me that? It tarnishes the name of Zuranon."

Zuranon. It was a name that struck fear into the hearts of those who heard it. A powerful, and secret organization devoted in the research and application of necromancy. The fear that their name inspired was a result of experiments that had led of countless villages and towns, even a small city at one point. Fear was not associated with just the number of lives lost and property destroyed by the Zuranon. Zuranon had amongst their ranks some of the strongest magicians that humanity had to offer.

"Is that so…?"

The woman ignored the man's request to change her way of addressing him, causing his frown to deepen in displeasure.

"... So? Why are you here? If you plan to make trouble, I have my ways of dealing with you." The man squinted, gripping his staff tightly to emphasis his point.

"How mean, Kaji-chan. I came to bring you this."

The woman showed a cute smile while she searched for something under her cape. After finding the item, she happily held it out in her hand. It was a crown. Countless small jewels decorated the gold threads, like droplets on a spider web. It was a delicate artwork. The center of the crown – where the forehead should be when worn – was a large jewel, which looked like a black crystal.

"This is!" The man was tongue-tied. He was looking at it from a distance, but he was very sure this was the crown he saw a long time ago. "The Crown of Wisdom! Isn't this one of the greatest treasures of the Slane Theocracy?"

"I saw a cute girl wearing this strange crown, but since it didn't suit her I took it. But then I got a shock! She immediately went berserk." The woman kept laughing. "Hmmph, the cost to get that thing meant betraying the Black Scripture. The thing is trash. Not worth the cost. I should have taken one of the divine artifacts left behind by the Six Gods."

"Calling it trash is a bit–" The man called out the woman, who was posing and puffing her cheek out.

"But it is trash, right? Only woman can wear it, and they have meet a certain requirement: one of the mental and spiritual capacity beyond most humans."

"In it indeed worthless without having the necessary woman to use it, but that doesn't make trash. No one has been able to make items of such caliber in centuries. The Crown of Wisdom itself was one of the items constructed by the Six Gods themselves. That makes it an object that most people would die to get their hands on." The man chided the woman for her lack of appreciation for what she had brought to him.

"No. You are absolutely incorrect. Those objects you know as the 'Great Treasures of the Slane Theocracy' are only items that the Six Gods happened to use before discarding. The true treasures of the Slane Theocracy is deeply guarded secret known only by the Black Scripture and only the greatest of the Black Scripture are allowed to use the equipment that the Six Gods used exclusively." The woman's carefree expression and chirpy tone suddenly morphed. She began to speak in a venomous voice and adopted a look of hatred that surprised the man. "It's impossible to steal those divine artifacts anyway. It's protected by the strongest monsters in the Black Scripture. They are atavistic bastard, who are so arrogant because the blood of the Six Gods runs in its veins, but they are the real things. It would stupid to recognize their titles as God-kin as exaggeration."

"Demigods... Are those guys that strong?" The man asked with a scholarly curiosity.

"Those guys are beyond the realm of being strong. Most people can only hypothesis how powerful they are, but I know their extent of their abilities myself. Each and every individual given the title of God-kin are one-man army and can change the tide of battle singlehandedly. It was said that if the God-kins were set loose on the other human and demi-human nations then most would surely fall before their might."

"Surely, you jest?"

"Sounds unbelievable, right? It's the truth. The only reason why they are not out to conquer the world in the name of the Six Gods is because they are tied down with constantly dealing in secret with threats that would cause mass panic and destruction."

"Who could be strong enough to tie down God-kin and require maintaining such secrecy? Even I, someone that has eyes and ears in many places, have never heard anything about this."

"How would you feel the very threats that are only told in myths and legends were still alive and kick? The legends about the Six Gods and the Eight Greedy Kings have ceased to exist and affect the mortal plane is true but not about the Evil Deities."

"You cannot be serious? The last of Evil Deities were said to be all killed off by the Thirteen Heroes."

"Sadly not true. It was the Slane Theocracy's propaganda using its immense resources and influence over the centuries that the truth was covered up. Many of the Evil Deities still exist to this day. The Thirteen Heroes killed only a small fraction of the Evil Deities. Secrecy has been maintained over the continued existence of the Evil Deities, and the God-kins are the ones dealing with them ever since the passing of the Thirteen Heroes." The woman clarified.

Without warning, Clementine disappeared. She closed the distance, striking with amazing speed. A blade shone as it stabbed towards Kajit's throat. But her target was no pushover either.

The pride of Zuranon, Kajit made up the twelve core members of Zuranon, wouldn't die just like that.

The tip of the sharp blade moved so fast for a frail magic user like Khajiit that he would have surely time die. A white wall that erupted from the ground. It was countless bones. Compacted in a way that it could easily negate the strength that mithril was renowned for and constructed to be light enough to be moved so quickly.

Feeling quite satisfied, Kajit glared at Clementine.

"Are you really here to deliver that object or a bait to lower my guard so you could kill me? If that had been the purpose then you have failed miserably."

"I don't care what you do with the Crown of Wisdom. All I care is having fun inflicting pain and watching my victims squirm as they beg before I murder them. Nothing invigorates my spirit than maiming and killing. If you create an undead army or massacre the living like your reputation suggests about you then fine. I am happy to help. When you create your undead army to massacre the living, I could main and kill to my hearts desire without anyone stopping me as they are too busy dealing with your undead army."

"Then I think you and I are going to be able to work with each other very well."

"If we are going to work together, who are you going to use to wear the Crown of Wisdom? To my knowledge, the Crown of Wisdom will elevate the user's magical strength to the point that they generate enough mana for the mass undead summoning that you are looking for to overwhelm E-Rantel."

"Oh, there is a boy by the name of Nfirea Bareare. He fits all the requirements for the Crown of Wisdom to be used in E-Rantel, except for his gender. That will easily be resolved with a special potion that I have."

"Tell me more about him then and this potions of yours."

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