Chapter 104: Smooth sailing no more
Percy was on the way back from Orin’s place, when he saw an unusual group of people heading towards him.
‘What’s going on?’ he raised an eyebrow, stopping in his tracks.
None of them wore the Guild’s robes – they were outsiders. Of course, that alone wouldn’t have shocked him. Lots of merchants passed by every day. What left him speechless was that he recognized the insignia on their clothes. It definitely wasn’t one he often saw on the streets. Depicting a series of roots emerging from the underside of a cloud, there was no mistaking it – these were members of the Divine Root.
‘Shit! What do they want from me?! Is our jig up?!’
Even among the seven Great Houses, the Divine Root was a special existence, as they were closely affiliated with the Divine Order. The inner circle of the Divine Order consisted only of gods, or of the mortals deemed talented enough to have a chance of ascending to divinity one day. Their job was to look outwards, guarding Remior against external threats. While they were the undisputed leaders of Remior, they didn’t have the time to manage all the worldly affairs beneath their feet. Consequently, the deities delegated many of those tedious tasks to their subordinates. The Divine Root was essentially their outer circle, consisting solely of mortals who lacked the potential to attain godhood.
Not that it made them weak! While the gods viewed the members of the Divine Root as talentless rejects – the failed children who weren’t good enough to join them – the rest of Remior could only look up to them, as they stood at the top even among the rest of the Great Houses! After all, many were direct descendants of the deities themselves, making the organization the largest gathering of blessings and powerful bloodlines in the world!
‘They’re like the people of the Vault, all gathered in a single House…’
Percy clenched his fists, knowing there was no escaping. There was a Blue core in the group! He was a tall man with gunmetal-grey hair whose piercing gaze sent shivers down his spine. Though this person was the same grade as Orin, the two couldn’t be further apart in strength.
‘I bet he has a blessing. He might even be able to hold his own against baldy for a minute or two…’