Chapter 92: The Problem with Tamara

Regretting and crying for the beautiful minutes of sleep he was losing in that moment, the redhead could only think about what this Tak Dabrio Tamara had said.

'The last righteous branch of the Tamara family is falling... Andre Zoroast said they confirmed that it is the one still dominated by the Justiciar Pathway...'

Crossing his arms and lightly tapping his bicep, Adryan bent his knees and sat down, his beach chair materializing before he hit the ground.

Ignoring that, he concentrated on what he knew about the state of the Tamara family.

As far as he knew, the Tamara had held up pretty well over the years. They had formed alliances through marriages through the Abraham family during the Fourth Epoch, giving them some control over the Apprentice Pathway as well as the Justiciar Pathway that they controlled.

This had, in a way, fractured the family in two when all the shit hit the fan. Those dominated by the Apprentice Pathway and those dominated by the Justiciar Pathway went their separate ways.

The former created a low-level evil organization with the help of some members of the Demoness Sect called the Theosophy Order that controlled the paths of the Apprentice and the Assassin, but only until Sequence 8, having no formulas for sequences 7.

'So I'm sure what this Dabrio Tamara is talking about is a different branch, but which one? He just said that those branches follow Evil Gods...'

His finger stopped tapping momentarily, and the man growled annoyedly, 'Do you even have any idea how little that says?!'

'If you want to ask me for help, be a little more specific! Do you have any idea how many so-called Evil Gods there are on this planet alone?!

Sighing slightly, the redhead thought about it for a moment and nodded slightly after giving it some consideration.

'To ascend to Red Priest I need as much support as possible. The Tamara would be a pretty good one, from what Flora said, they should still have some grade 0 artefacts so their strength is not weak.

'That's not to mention that I can get the formulas for Xio when the time comes. Once she's promoted to Interrogator, I'll have no way of getting the formulas for her, the Tamara family may be the solution to that...

'A family that not only controls a pathway I need, but were also among those who supported the madman Alista Tudor, so they've already dealt with a Red Priest...

'Not helping them and getting their faith would be a huge waste, of course, it all depends on who is hunting them.

'It is possible that it is the Demoness Sect although it is not certain... No, I am wasting my time thinking about things I lack information to reach an acceptable conclusion.

'Depending on what this Dabrio tells me, I will make a decision...'

One of these afternoons, he would contact Dabrio Tamara, but not today. It was too late, and he was not alone in his bed. He could not leave his wife alone for long.

Thinking for a moment, Adryan paused the image of Dabrio kneeling and tapped his palm twice. Activating his spirit vision.

The man's aura manifested itself in the next instant. It was a brilliant golden aura that exuded majesty and order. The redhead felt that just by seeing it, he had to follow and respect the order.

Drop drop...

Blinking a little to clear the blurriness in his vision, Adryan sighed as he turned off his spirit vision and wiped the blood from his nose with his wrist.

"A demigod. Judging by my body's reaction, he's only an Imperative Mage of Sequence 4... At least this line is not weak, but that only means that those hunting them must be dangerous if a demigod is willing to beg me to help him..."

"..." Adryan fell silent, contemplating the information he now had.

After about 15 seconds, he clicked his tongue with great annoyance. His face twisted into a grimace.

"How many more demigods am I going to meet? This is the fifth one I've come across in just one month!" He complained a little before sighing resignedly.

This was something unstoppable, but it happened so quickly, and it still surprised him a little.

'I'll send Ignir to the meeting. Through him I'll be able to spy on everything and even if they catch him or kill him he'll come back here so there won't be any problem...

His eyes flicked for a moment to the pages of the Emperor's diary that he got at the Hermits of Fate meeting, and after thinking about it for 2 seconds, he just sighed and shook his head.

'Although it's a good amount, now is not the time to read about another sexual escapade of the Emperor. If I'm going to waste my time, I'd rather do it during the hours I'm awake, not the hours I use to sleep...'

He would see about that in the morning, now he just wanted to return to his worm...

Closing his eyes, the redhead traced the white sphere and let himself fall, leaving the City of Calamities.

...

Somewhere...

In a fine studio, the figure of Andre Zoroast had his hands joined in prayer and his head bowed.

It was time to inform the Elder of what had happened at today's meeting of the Hermits of Fate.

What had happened today was something that had not been expected at all. The truth of what had happened to the Ancestor of the Jacob Family and the reality of His treasure, not to mention the return of someone he thought had died long ago...

This could bring several problems but also enormous gains. Among them, Andre knew that the possibility of becoming an Angel was in it if he knew what he was doing.

'If the Old Man agrees, it will make all this much easier. Without it we will have to resort to the branch of the Tamara...'

Sighing slightly, he finally closed his eyes and prayed.

"The Elder who hides in the flows of time; The Shadow that tricks cannot deceive; The Elusive One of Fate; The Playful Master of Many Generations;

"The Great Pallez Zoroast...

"Old Man, something has happened..."

...

Backlund, Unit 7 Pinster Street, North Borough 10 p.m.

Lowering the box with a grunt, a young man wiped some sweat from his forehead and looked around.

Multiple boxes filled his living room, some on top of the sofas and others neatly tucked away in a corner. It was a strange and uncomfortable combination of order and disorder.

Through the windows, a terrace opened to the dark night sky, and the young man could see that fixing everything would take a while.

The man looked barely 25. His black hair was styled to one side, revealing his forehead and drawing the attention of anyone who looked at him with his bright green eyes.

He had a poet's air about him and was quite charming. This was Leonard Mitchell.

Finally, after a month of immense effort, his transfer request had been accepted. He had arrived in the battered capital just a few hours ago and was finishing unpacking his things.

"You chose a good place. It's close to Saint Samuel Cathedral and several places with good desserts. You have many options if you ever want to charm a young lady. Of course, a young gentleman may also be possible," A teasing female voice said suddenly, and Leonard froze for a second.

Recognizing that voice, Leonard could feel his cheeks grow warm with embarrassment.

Sighing slightly, he turned around and smiled, "Madam Daly, I didn't hear you come in."

Spirit Medium Daly Simone smiled at him with a twinkle in her blue eyes, "You should learn to lock your door, young man. You never know what kind of people might take advantage of you when you're not looking."

Controlling the twitch of his eyebrow, he replied, a little embarrassed, "I'll keep that in mind."

He took the opportunity to better look at the woman he had not seen for over a month. 

Daly Simone hadn't changed much. She was still wearing her classic hooded black robe and a silver bracelet with hanging white crystal pendant around her wrist. Her makeup of blue eyeshadow and blush made her look older.

Although she was still beautiful, Leonard could hardly contain the wince of pain at the sight of the huge scar that covered half her face.

A red stain covered her face from her nose to the end of her right eyebrow, as if the sun had permanently burned it.

The eyebrow, eyelashes, and eyelids had not suffered any damage, thanks to the various rituals she had to go through, but even they were not able to prevent a scar.

This didn't seem to bother the woman, who even boasted about it, her eyes burning with extreme emotion.

Not wanting to be caught staring at something so serious, he quickly asked, "But why are you really here?"

Daly's smile faded but remained present, "Why else? I will be in charge of seeing your promotion. Once that happens, I will be in charge of your first mission as a Red Glove."

Leonard's expression darkened visibly. "Is the situation that bad?"

Daly nodded solemnly. "Although we have already dealt with the worst, there are still many spirits of the people who died in the earthquake and explosions, not to mention the fighting that followed, that are still grieving.

"East Borough is now a no man's land until we can completely clean up the aftermath of everything that happened.

"Ma'am Arianna has already dealt with the worst, but there are still more hidden remains that we must clean up." Looking around at the boxes, she added.

"So it might take you a while to sort through here."

"It's okay, helping East Borough is the priority, so it doesn't matter. I can always do it later." Leonard patted his hands, wiping off any dust stuck to them.

"Shall we go?"

Daly Simone smiled slightly and nodded, turning around, the woman left through the open door, followed by Leonard, who made sure to lock it this time.

Walking down the sidewalk, the young poet saw a carriage waiting for him with Daly inside.

Getting into the carriage, Leonard looked out the window in silence, thinking about what would come.

'Today I will advance to Sequence 7 and finally be able to join the Red Gloves... This is one step closer to my revenge...' His hands, which were on his knees, clenched tightly, his eyes taking on a dangerous edge.

'I swear I will kill you for what you did... Ince Zangwill'

A calm voice cut through his crimson vision;

"If you let your emotions run so wild for your promotion, all you'll achieve is to lose control."

Blinking, Leonard turned his head and looked at Daly Simone.

The woman had glacial eyes, showing no emotion other than cold fury.

"Save that hatred you feel deep in your heart. Use it as fuel to make you stronger. When the day comes that we face 'him' you have my permission to release it, but until that day comes, don't you dare waste even the slightest drop.

"To do so would be to spit on their graves." Finishing with a sharp point, Daly let out a soft sigh and the cold pressure that hung inside the carriage disappeared.

Without saying anything else, she looked out the window at the empty city streets.

"Don't forget to breathe."

Inhale!

Taking a deep breath of air, Leonard tried to keep his composure and continued to look out of his own window.

'Where were you, old man?!'

The old man who lives inside him may not be able to read minds, but his eyes must have been enough to send the message through the complacent laughter inside him.

"I was keeping an eye on things. Sigh. Even when I'm not moving, the younger ones can't help but bring their problems to me."

'What's he talking about now?'

Leonard suppressed the urge to growl as well as showing any change in his expression. His brow furrowed slightly and he continued to look out of the window.

He couldn't help but notice, but it seemed that the old man was a little annoyed?

'I will ask once we are alone...'