Chapter 6: The Ruler of the Heavens and the Storm
Silence blanketed the bedroom as Mia collected her thoughts.
"In the world of Fayralia, there are three concepts above them all. 'Them' refers to all living beings inhabiting our planet," Mia began, her voice dipping as low as her cleavage.
"Don't you want to sit next to me?" Jett asked.
She shook her head. "I'd prefer to stand attentively at your side."
Jett replied, "Yeah, okay—continue." He didn't want to impose his views.
"Above them all are The Chronicler, The Harbinger, and The Warden, each with a distinct mission. While the Chronicler remains impartial, solely tasked with recording the world's events, nothing else is known—they're shrouded in mystery. The Harbinger stands as the opposite, an embodiment of rebellion that drives evolution and progress through sheer force, war, and blood. In recent years, it hasn't taken a living form; instead, the Harbinger has become an intrusive thought in the hearts of those dissatisfied with their lot."
"The Warden must be the opposite, then," Jett said.
"Yes. The Warden puts a stop to rebellions that threaten the world's equilibrium. He's the Harbinger's greatest enemy and dread. It's said that past Wardens have hailed from various races, for only genuine words and feelings can reach the inhabitants and preserve the status quo. I dare say there's a hidden depth to the Master's selection by the Warden Mansion."
She believed another reason lay behind Jett, a mana-less human, becoming Master of the Warden Mansion. It had been eons since the last human Master, and he too possessed not a drop of mana.
Yeah, I became the Master and gained mana—but at what cost? I'm pitted against the Harbinger and maybe the entire world.
Still, fucking a woman like Mia is the best thing ever, not to mention having mana. I'll fight to keep everything to myself and never share my inheritance. Those riches are mine. Those maids are mine.