Chapter 262 - Four: Dark Lord
"Dark Lord, I truly cannot comprehend what you are still hesitating or waiting for. Do these shallow and ridiculous things of the secular world truly hold such allure for you? Wealth? Women? Or is it power?" The man hidden in the darkness spoke as if his voice came from deep underground, always tinged with a trace of chill and unpredictability, "You don’t need to deny anything, my spiritual sense has already informed me of everything. There are some things that cannot be feigned nor concealed. Perhaps others cannot be sure, but Xerob is not others—the spiritual intuition from the Dark Sacred Source makes no mistakes, Lord Sir, you are undoubtedly the Dark Lord we have long awaited, this is beyond doubt. Please don’t insult my spiritual perception, and please don’t evade the responsibilities and duties you ought to assume. We, the Great Mysterium Sect, have waited for this day for hundreds of years."
Seeing the other’s adamant and persistent gaze, Komer sighed deeply in his heart. Ever since the Great Mysterium Devotee set foot in Caucasus, his heart had never been at peace. Mere contact had the other party convinced of his identity, and Komer couldn’t fathom how the other had such keen intuition. Could it be that the traces and aura left on him by Kennifer III were truly that evident?
"Xerob, the Great Nether Envoy, first of all, I need to remind you that whether or not I cling to something, that is my own affair. Indeed, I can perform dark magic, just that and nothing more, but it doesn’t mean I must walk the same path as your Great Mysterium Sect. There are plenty of mages who practice the Dark Heavenly Path, does that mean they all are connected to your so-called Dark Inheritance? This is rather preposterous. All those nebulous things you talk about, I can’t understand them and I don’t want to. That’s your own business. The Great Mysterium Sect has its own path, which doesn’t need my guidance. I prefer my current life. Power, women, wealth, I think liking these things is human nature. Severing emotions and nature is not necessarily required to cultivate the Dark Heavenly Path. As long as there is a small flame of clarity in the heart that is not lost, that is enough."
"Xerob greatly regrets hearing what the Dark Lord has said. The pursuit of our Great Mysterium Sect is far from as simple as the Dark Lord imagines. I believe that once the Dark Lord truly integrates yourself into our Great Mysterium Sect, you will discover that everything you’ve experienced before is just a drop in the ocean, so trivial as to be not worth mentioning. This, I firmly believe."
Xerob was not surprised by the other’s adamant attitude. Those who could carry on the glorious mission of the Dark Holy Church were not ordinary people. If one’s convictions could be so easily altered, then one might suspect a problem with their spiritual perception. Originally, the visit was merely a chance to probe the newly developed land of Caucasus, but upon meeting, Xerob had discovered a miracle that could shake the entire church—a descendent of the Holy Teaching awaited for hundreds of years turned out to be a lord of this remote territory. The surprise of that moment nearly drove Xerob to shout for joy, but to confirm his perception and judgment were not mistaken, he still summoned the church’s Great Mage King with a dark spirit message for confirmation. The joint verification finally confirmed the other’s identity.
But evidently, this inheritor of the Dark Holy Church was unaware of his own identity; he merely thought of himself as a dark mage. Xerob did not know through what means the previous Dark Lord of the Holy Teaching transferred his memory and the essence of the sacred source to the other party. The sacred essence the other possessed, originating from Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, could absolutely not be faked or replicated, and anyone from the Dark Lineage, if they truly felt it, could sense it. But the other seemed utterly ignorant of the inheritance and history of the Dark Holy Church, merely showing superficial interest in the magic skills as such, while shying away from the deeper essence of the original lineage, displaying a look of nonsensical talk whenever these matters came up, which greatly depressed Xerob.
However, these minute details did not affect Xerob’s mood. Having finally found the elusive Dark Lord in the vast world filled him with satisfaction, and the various evasive behaviors of the Lord Sir reinforced Xerob’s conviction that the cause of the Dark Holy Church, after hundreds of years of decline, was finally seeing a new beginning. From a wastrel to a territory lord, from a frail youth to a mage with masterful control, in just a year, he had turned Caucasus from barren land into a flourishing territory teeming with life. All this sufficiently demonstrated the extraordinary nature of this young man.