As the days crawled onward the news of skirmishes in the countryside reached the capital. Along with the news came refugees. Thousands of people fleeing the war streamed through the capitals gates everyday. Humans and demi-humans alike flooded the docks attempting to board a ship to the Lourwe Isles, a chain of islands to the north-east of the capital. There were a few outposts and villages stationed on the islands along with a thriving population of Scylla that was welcoming everyone with open arms. Apparently years before the Empire had manned the outposts and even supplied the villages with a town guard, but after years of peace they decided that a military presence was no longer needed. Leaving the small population to police themselves.
With the influx of refugees and the wounded soldiers returning from the front lines, I could feel myself becoming more and more anxious and frustrated. Many nights I spent burning the midnight oil pouring over tomes and scrolls, looking for an answer that would solve my problem. Slamming another book shut I laid back in the chair letting out a long sigh as I did.
"Oh would you just ask me already, I am so incredibly bored." said the familiar sounding voice.
Sitting up I looked around to find the owner of the voice but instead found I was all alone save Darcia who was sleeping quietly in the chair next to me. I ran my hand through my hair and sat back once more. Was I starting to hear things? Was it because of my lack of sleep? Maybe the stress is getting to me.
"No you fool! Didn't the goddess tell you to look at your status once you woke up?" said the voice once more.
My eyes shot open as I sprung to my feet grabbing the nearest book to use as a weapon. "Whoever you are, this is not funny, show yourself." I said. My words hung in the air for some time before Darcia groaned and shifted in her sleep. Still no answer or trace of anyone else in the room.
"Oh would you just listen to me you wool-headed fool. Look at your status and everything will make sense." said the voice.
I looked around once more before letting out a sigh and begrudgingly opened my status. I looked over it for a brief second and noticed that there was in fact a new unique skill that was displayed called Grand Sage. "Is this what you wanted me to see?" I asked.
"Of course! The goddess had told you to check your status as soon as you woke and you completely ignored her. It has been weeks, Ivan!" said the voice sounding a bit irritated.
"I a-apologize but I'm still very confused." I said, "Are you this Grand Sage skill?"
"Yes you fool. What else would I be?" she replied.
"Me hearing things due to my lack of sleep" I suggested.
"That would be a fair assumption but no I am all too real and not some audio hallucination. It is a pleasure to be working with you from now on." she said in a cheery manner, "Ah just for reference you don't need to talk aloud to communicate with me, just simply think whatever it is you want to say and that will suffice."
"Then am I the only one able to hear you?" I asked.
"Correct." she replied.
"What exactly are you then?" I asked
"Ah what an excellent question. To put it simply, I am like a second consciousness for you, only I contain all of the knowledge of this world and your previous world. Anything you want to know if the goddess knows of it, then so do I. It might be easier to show you then explain it, go ahead and ask me something." she said.
"Umm... then... Our neighboring country, Whilhelmin, tell me about them." I said.
"Whilhelmin, founded 630 years ago, population 2 million, population consists mostly of Humans with a small percentage of Dwaves and Elves. Has a large population of enslaved beast people. Main exports are grain, textiles, and slaves. Has a monarchy ruled by Queen Elyne Whilhelm, her late husband the King Virgi Whilhelm was murdered in a plot for the throne, by the Queen and her supporters. She has four children, the eldest son Robbin age 27,leads the Royal Navy and supports his mother in any and all schemes, has made quite the name for himself in the subjugation of the Tokil islands. Second eldest son Jorge, age 25, uses his mothers name to live a life of luxury indulging in all acts of debauchery. The third daughter, Wilhelmina age 21, is a recluse and keeps to herself in her manor by the sea. She seems to be the more mild of the children and seems to be a genuinely good person which is most likely the reason for her reclusive nature. The politics surrounding the throne are not for the faint of heart and a kind soul like her would either be tainted or broken all too easily. The Last son Kluad, age 14, is still a child but he displays a talent and like for torturing people with many of his personal slaves going missing or ending up dead." she said
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Reincarnated Prince just wants a quiet life
FantastikPatrick was a simple game developer before the angel in charge of his soul made a mistake which led to his death. As an apology the angel offers him a chance to have another life in a fantasy world. Accepting the offer Patrick starts his new life as...
