The Lord Is Too Overbearing

The old man was looking at Basil with widened eyes. He was so shocked, he forgot how to move.

Basil stayed in his sitting position—lotus position—but he was no longer conscious. He sat uprightly, but one could tell he wasn't there.

His eyes were wide opened, and they were shining in white light like a flashlight. His entire existence was exuding a gentle yet profoundly oppressive aura.

In the middle of his forehead, there was a points of compass like symbol shining in blue light; the old man's eyes were planted on this strange symbol. He couldn't stop his mouth from gaping in disbelief.

Of course, it didn't take long. He had lived long enough to know how to handle a shocking event. Upon regaining his composure back, the old man's eyes lit up in excitement.

"A Pacifer! He is a Pacifer! They are still alive!" The old man laughed heartily. "Our Lord's most fateful servants are still alive." His eyes watered. "We haven't lost yet!"

The man looked at Basil emotionally. He clenched his hand tightly. "That symbol's appearance signifies a Descent. We are still not abandoned yet." He put his clenched hand on his chest, then said, "What a fate meeting here, indeed."

The old man heaved a deep sigh, and stared at Basil silently. Then, he noticed the green jade on the pendant Basil was wearing was glowing.

He frowned. "Jade of Soul Memoir?"

He was puzzled why that thing was shining. It was normal for him to get confused. After all, unless the Jade was activated manually or the Soul Imprint residing inside it decided to get out, it would never shine.

Luckily, his puzzlement didn't last long. Jade of Soul Memoir soon showed its prowess. The Soul Imprint residing inside it was projected.

No. To be exact, a literal soul came out of it.

It was the soul of an extremely beautiful woman with azure hair, and silky white clothing.

The woman was standing at 178 centimeters tall. Although her soul bore no pressure toward the surrounding, her bearing was enough to make anyone seeing her bow in reverence.

The old man's eyes widened even further. He knew the woman in front of him, and therefore he became even more bewildered.

"Y—You are! My esteemed Lady—"

"Shush! My name is Vagus." She glared at the man sternly.

Surprisingly, this full of dignity woman was Vagus. She totally looked like a different person; even Basil wouldn't believe his eyes, if he were to see her currently.

The man widened his eyes in surprise, before nodding his head in understanding. "H—How can my esteemed Lady is here? Wasn't my esteemed Lady supposed to be..." The man trailed off his word.

Since he knew what had happened to his esteemed Lady—Vagus—he didn't want to carelessly bring it up.

"Fate brings me here. That is all you need to know."

The old man kneeled, then bowed respectfully. "As you wish, my esteemed Lady."

Vagus smiled graciously. "You aged quite well, Caesar. Though you lost your youthful appearance, at least you get to keep your long hair."

Surprisingly, they knew each other too. Caesar smiled wryly, then said, "Pardon me from the teasing. The heart of this old me can longer bear that kind of teasing."

Vagus approached Caesar, then put her palm on his head. "My blessing shall accompany you."

Caesar closed his eyes in comfort, as if a child in their mother's embrace. Tears silently came out of his eyes. He clenched his fist tightly, and gritted his teeth to stifle the indignation he was feeling on his esteemed Lady's behalf.

He was reminded of the past event. In the past, whenever his esteemed Lady touched his head, an otherworldly energy would course through his body, cleansing his entire existence.

However, his esteemed Lady couldn't do that miraculous things anymore; she was currently as frail as a mortal. He didn't like it. If only he and his comrades could prevent 'that' event from happening, his esteemed Lady wouldn't have ended up like this.

"We are sorry we couldn't do anything. We are sorry we couldn't avenge our Lord," Caesar said in a forlorn tone.

Vagus looked at Caesar calmly, before sighing bitterly. She was reminded of the past that she had thought she had already let go. Remembering the event, displeasure started rising. However, it all died down when she saw Basil.

A small smile adorned her face once again. She took her palm off Caesar's head, and said, "Raise your head." Caesar raised his head, then looked at her. "Wipe your tears; it is unsightly of you." He did as what he was commanded.

"Feel not the need to mourn for the mistake you didn't commit. Your Lord doesn't want you to avenge him." She looked at Caesar solemnly. "For he will do it by himself."

Caesar widened his eyes, Basil suddenly appeared in his mind. "Is he perhaps?" Vagus turned her head to Basil, and Caesar followed suit. "Yes. He is the Fated Child—The Fragment Bearer."

...

Basil was experiencing the same thing he had experienced after his visit to Dreamland—right before waking up as his younger self. He was floating in the void as if a formless substance.

He couldn't identify the direction: what was up and down or right and left. He knew he was floating, yet he couldn't feel his body. It was not really a good thing to experience. However, it was strangely comforting for him.

Not long after, he could feel his body once again. Then, he felt a pull on his existence. He was falling, until his body landed on the ground softly. Only then could he open his eyes.

He quickly took a look at his surrounding. He was currently in a seemingly infinite white room. There was actually no roof or ground. However, he could stand in the vast and empty white room.

No. Judging by the criteria, this was a space rather than a room.

For a Mage, this experience should be worrying. Because, this was the sign of being Bewitched.

The name of the Bewitchment was [White Room]. It was a Spell used to torture someone mentally. It would show the exact same scene as the one Basil was currently seeing.

The Spell was practically unbreakable. Unless the caster theirself broke the spell, one had to be trapped in their mind—in the white space—for a thousand years and still kept their sanity to survive this type of Bewitchment.

However, Basil was as calm as ever. He knew he wasn't Bewitched. He had experienced [White Room] and survived it. He knew how to break the Spell. Therefore, he knew what he was currently experiencing was another thing.

"Guide, what is happening to me?" He waited, but there was no immediate response.

Basil frowned. The Guide was silent. He couldn't even feel the existence of the Guide in his body. He felt like he was "disconnected" from it.

Not only that, he didn't also think he was residing in his body; it felt familiar and foreign at the same time.

"You don't have to worry about anything, child. You are safe here."

Upon hearing that voice, Basil swiftly turned his body to the voice. He immediately channeled his Mana to his Spatial Bracelet to take out his usable Magic Sword. However, he soon found out he couldn't even utilize Mana or Qi.

His eyes widened in surprise. Thinking he would be in danger if he were to stay idle, he planned to run away and thinking of the solution of his problem in the way. However, the person who had just spoken not long ago spoke once again.

"Hahaha! You don't need to run, Basil. You are safe here. This is your Mindscape."

Basil stopped in his track, then properly looked at the man. He was an otherworldly handsome man with manly chiseled jaw, sharp nose, and golden eyes. He was a tall man: he stood exactly at 2 meters tall.

"How can this empty space be my Mindscape?"

​ "Your Mindscape isn't determined, my child. The Mindscape you have seen is not your whole Mindscape. There are still some places you haven't explored yet, and this space is one of them."

The man smiled kindly, and gazed at Basil warmly. Motioning with his hand, he said, "Come. I won't bite." Basil quirked his eyebrow. "Do I look like a toddler to you?"

The man laughed kindly. "Hahaha! If you are talking about age, of course, you are a toddler to me." Basil snorted faintly. "Then who are you, old man?"

"Me? Hmmm... I wonder." The man made a pondering look. However, it seems like he was teasing Basil. He grinned playfully, then said, "Why don't you try guessing?"

"Child molester."

"Gahak! What are you talking, child?! I am no such being!" The man was flustered.

"Then, return me back."

"You said it as if I am kidnapping you."

"Aren't you?"

The man smiled wryly at Basil. He had never thought there was a child like Basil, who was so witty in his remark. The man sighed, then smiled at Basil softly.

"You have never rest your mind, don't you? I can see you are thinking about the possibility of who I am. You shouldn't overwork your brain, lest you want to destroy it."

The man waved his hand. "Now, that is not important. I will introduce you about myself. I am—"

"The lingering soul of the Fragment," Basil interjected.

The man's mouth turned into a thin line. He gazed at Basil helplessly, then asked, "How did you know about the Fragment?" Basil lightly shrugged. "One of The Seven Princes shouted that out, before I died."

"How did you know about The Seven Princes?" Basil weirdly looked at the man, then said, "Anyone with a great mind will be able to reach that conclusion upon receiving a sufficient amount of information."

"Oh, so it's the Guide, I see." The man nodded in understanding. He continued, "While I am indeed the lingering soul of the Fragment, it is just the icing on the cake."

The man smiled, then spread his hand widely, while gleefully smiling at Basil. "I am the previous Fragment Bearer, and the ancestor of Pacifer Clan!"

The bomb was dropped, and it actually managed to catch Basil off guard.