“IS WHAT YOU HAVE SAID THE REASON THAT YOU BELIEVE THAT I AM A HYPOCRITE? IF SO, THEN YOU ARE HEAVILY WRONG.
YOUR SIMPLE MIND CAN’T UNDERSTAND THE COMPLEXITY OF ORDER. IT IS NOT BUILT TO SERVE ANYONE.
ORDER IS BUILT TO ENSURE THAT WHAT NEEDS TO BE WILL BE, HENCE ORDER CAN’T BE A HYPOCRITE, FOR IT IS ALL LAWS IN ITSELF,” Order said.
“So, based on what you are saying, you are right no matter what. Order can never be wrong, and all that it does is the right thing.
That is what you are implying, and I understand that, because you are a mighty existence, standing above all and all.
And you know what, I want to be mad at you, but I can’t, because I am a hypocrite as well, and I might as well do the same if I had your strength.
But I just thought about something, and you should listen because it is important. If I die here, there are more than twenty very powerful people that would know.
And if I die, they won’t think it’s the work of Order, no, they’ll say that it was the empire of the holy kingdom, or the demon kings.
That is what they will believe, and when they believe that, they will begin a war, a war that will plunge this world into destruction.
And because of Order, Ophelia or any god will not be able to interfere with the war easily. Many will die, and this world will be scarred forever.
And all for what? All because Order was being biased. I don’t know if you have any emotions in you, but if you do, I want you to hear this: if the weeping angels die, two soldiers die.
But if I die, this world dies along with it, and their hope for a future will be destroyed,” Silva said and let it be.
“GODDESS OPHELIA, IS SILVA AN ANCHOR BEING IN YOUR WORLD?” Order asked.
“You already know the answer, Order. The current survival of my world stands on him, and if you should kill him, my world will be lost forever,” Ophelia said.
“THIS NEW ANCHOR, ARE YOU CERTAIN THAT HE WILL NOT BE A THREAT AS LARGE AS THE FIRST ANCHOR? THEY EXHIBIT SIMILAR BEHAVIORS,” Order asked.
“I can’t stand firm, Order, I am unable to see the future like that. The only thing that I can say is that Silva is my anchor.
And in all honesty, he wasn’t the one that caused the break in Order. So here, I call forth my once-in-a-thousand-years plea.
Remember, a god can stand on behalf of a lesser being that broke Order and save them, as long as that person is not as powerful as a god and not the God himself.
So I want to use this plea along with all the proof that he isn’t at fault, to beg you to pardon him,” Ophelia said.
“HMM, BASED ON ORDER, ALL YOU HAVE DONE IS ENOUGH TO GET HIM OUT OF THIS SITUATION. SO THEREFORE, OPHELIA,
YOU HAVE USED YOUR PLEA AND FOR THE NEXT ONE THOUSAND YEARS, YOU WILL BE UNDER STRICT OBSERVATION.
IF YOU SLIP UP EVEN ONCE IN THE THOUSAND-YEAR PERIOD, YOUR WORLD AS WELL AS YOU WILL BE WIPED AWAY,” Order said, and then the white figure vanished.
The light beam died away, Ophelia and Silva stood there. Silva turned to face her, and then he bowed his head, something he would never normally do.
“Thank you for all you did for me just now. I understand that you have used a very valuable thing to keep me alive.
Once more I am indebted to you, and I don’t know how I’ll begin to pay you back,” Silva said.
Ophelia stretched out her hand and lifted Silva’s head by the chin. She looked into his eyes and spoke.
“You have done a lot for me. This world has started moving on the right path because of you. If anything, I should find more ways to show you my appreciation.
You just have to keep doing what you are doing. You have been on the right path so far, and I believe you’ll help me fix this world soon,” Ophelia said.
“So you aren’t angry about the killing and what I have been doing?” Silva asked.
“No, there is a saying in your world: you have to crack a few eggs to make an omelette. I don’t really care about all the little things; my eyes are set on the grand scheme of things.
And so far, you have been doing exceedingly well in carrying out the tasks. Sadly, because of this run-in with Order, I will not be able to help you as I’d like and as I did before.
Order will have a close eye on people from now on, and that will make things harder, but I’ll do my best to communicate with you within the boundaries of what is allowed,” Ophelia said. Then she pulled Silva in closer and kissed his forehead.
“Thank you for helping me so far, Silva,” she said after kissing his head, and then she vanished.
Silva stood there for a bit, and then he kicked a rock and started walking, headed back for the kingdom. Luckily for him, Order had taken care of the weeping angels.
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As Silva headed back for the capital, he felt a presence, but the presence disappeared immediately after.
Silva immediately found that suspicious, so he decided to follow and check it out. He moved to the location where he first felt the presence and looked around.
But there was no one there; it didn’t even seem like anyone had passed through there in a while. He looked around still and checked for little details.
When he didn’t find anything at all, he started trying to search farther away and to search more in-depth. After a few minutes of searching, he found the presence again.
Silva immediately gave chase. He dashed through the forest like a bullet, yet it was as though he was light as a feather; his footsteps could not be heard at all.
Finally, he got closer to the person, who was running towards the capital. The person was wearing an all-black assassin-type outfit. The clothes seemed to be blocking his presence to make it harder to find him.
But that was not going to work for Silva. Silva approached him from behind, being careful, so he was certain that the person would not be able to sense him.
But to Silva’s surprise, when he was within range of the person, the person spun around with a blade covered in lightning towards Silva’s throat.
Silva leaped back and avoided the attack easily.
“I didn’t expect that you would dodge that easily,” the person said.
“I didn’t expect you to sense me that easily. Seems you are experienced. But let’s not get into chit-chat. Why are you here, and why are you trying to infiltrate my capital?” Silva asked.
“Your capital?” the person asked, and then he looked closer and discovered that this was the person that he was to spy on, Silva Terron.
“Shit!” the person exclaimed. He smashed something on the ground, and smoke rose. He used the smoke to escape.
But Silva could easily sense vibrations. He could tell where the guy was heading towards, so he immediately gave chase.
Using flash step, he arrived right in front of the person. He threw a punch, one that the person would surely not be able to dodge.
And for sure, he wasn’t able to dodge it. The fist collided with his face and sent him flying into a tree. The person got back up immediately after like nothing had happened. He took out his blade and was ready to fight.
“Are you dumb? That movement alone shows you that we are not of the same league at all. Just tell me who you are before I damage your face completely.
I just came from a very stressful day, and for fuck’s sake, it is already night, and I want to rest. There are people that will kill me when I go home.
Because there was supposed to be a competition today, yet I missed it and will have to postpone it. So please, your jumping all around and throwing blades is the last thing that I want to deal with.
I’ll crush your head, I’ll pop it like a pimple, if you don’t start talking right now. So what is it going to be, you fucking asshole?” Silva stated, shouting.
The person didn’t move or say anything. He just stared at Silva through his mask. And as the seconds went by, Silva’s rage increased.
So Silva finally lashed out. He shot out tendrils and immediately wrapped them around the person before he could even move. He used the tendrils and slammed the guy into a tree and then forcefully removed the mask.
When he looked at the face, he couldn’t help but feel that this person was somehow familiar. He tried to recall, and with his perfect memory, he did.
“You, you were in that restaurant that day,” Silva said.