I got a letter from the military, sent by one of their enlightened soldiers directly into my hands.

I take the envelope and open it in front of him. "They could've just sent you as a messenger to tell me verbally..." I note to the taller soldier that is standing a few feet away from me, stiff as a statue.

The letter is an invitation to Remy's office—the general which I've struck a deal with.

In the letter, he explained how he attained a clairvoyant mage for our mission of digging up the Dreamer's current location.

I nodded to the soldier, after which he saluted and disappeared. I shook my head and headed inside the hotel, where I briefed Amon about our visit to the general, to which he grinned widely.

We begin our walk, all while Amon asks me questions along the way.

"Will he be able to tell me my future?" Amon asks.

"I don't know. He might only specialize in locating people," I answer honestly.

"Lame. The prophet in Hell can do both."

After arriving at the military base, I give my ID, to which the personnel act like they're checking it, but let me go almost instantly. I get why they physically need to search for ID, but my face is pretty recognizable as the youngest Sword Saint ever.

I'm greeted by two men waiting for me at Remy's office. One of them is the general, while the other is the psychic I presume.

"Hello," I salute while entering his office.

"Ah, Adam, I'm glad you're here on time. Mr. Klay here has a busy schedule, since he is one of the best psychics around. I've called him here to assist us on the topic we discussed."

Mr. Klay nods his head nervously, shaking my hand while introducing himself. I don't think he's on a tight schedule now that a general of the army called him into his office.

I size him up, noticing a specific oddity.

"You're enlightened," I note.

"Duuh," Amon says. "Isn't every psychic enlightened?"

Mr. Klay shakes his head. He tilts his glasses into place, moving a piece of his dark hair out of his face. "Not all of us are enlightened, as you can peer into the future without the aid of higher-dimensional mana. However, some things like what sir Remy here asked of me, do require one to be enlightened."

We sit down, doing a classic ritual where Mr. Klay would take my hand and search for the Dreamer through me, as I've already met it and are connected to it in a way.

I raise an eyebrow. "Are you sure you can do that? My connection to this entity isn't easily distinguished, and even I myself don't know the origins of it," I warn, as the mark that connects us is something even Gabriel—the leader of Eviansis—doesn't know about.

"Don't worry, I don't need the specifics," Mr Klay explains. "If you've ever had any connection with this being, I'll be able to trace it."

He holds my hand while closing his eyes, sitting from the opposite side of Remy's desk. Mr. Klay covers our held hands with his other one, and I feel absolutely nothing for the first few seconds.

Amon pokes his head from behind me, inspecting the ritual with his scarlet eyes squinted in suspicion. "Do you always get intimate with your subjects?" he blurts out.

Mr. Klay opened his eyes and gave an awkward stare at the devil child. "Y-you see, I have to have physical contact in order to—"

I sigh. "Don't mind him, he just likes to play mischief with anyone he meets. Continue your ritual."

Mr. Klay nods and closes his eyes again. I flick Amon's forehead with my other hand, telling him to be quiet during this.

"Ouch! Was that necessary!?" he grumbles.

After a few moments, I focused my mana sense and began to see mana coalescing around Mr. Klay's head as he started using a magic that I wasn't familiar with.

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Amon noticed this eons before me, as his senses are naturally better than mine.

"Woah, that's weird," he comments, glaring at Mr. Klay from a distance that is way too close, almost bumping his horned head against the poor guy.

"Amon, stand back and let him do his thing!" I command in a loud whisper.

Mr. Klay opens his eyes suddenly, jumping back from his seat, letting the chair crash onto the floor. This wasn't because of Amon's invasion of private space however, rather something to do with me, as Mr. Klay's trembling eyes were staring at me like he's seen a monster.

Amon raised an eyebrow, standing by my side with crossed arms. "What's up with him?"

Mr. Klay broke into a cold sweat, breathing like a syringe of adrenaline was shoved into his neck. He pointed his index finger at me, shaking while doing so. "H-he! He's the Messiah!" he shouts, trying his best to get as far away from me as he can.

I shake my head disapprovingly. "Again? Why do you insist on calling me the Messiah!?"

Mr. Klay unreasonably puts his hands between us, like he's trying to repel any presence of mine, as if I'm a demon of nightmares ready to devour him. I look at my side, towards Amon.

Mr. Klay's breath grows rapid and shallow.

"I don't want anything to do with you!"

I tilt my head sideways, my mind boggling why he's acting this way. "Why? Isn't it an honor to be affiliated with the Messiah? At least I would guess so..."

Lady Jolda reacted completely differently from Mr. Klay, being elated to meet me in person, even though I was only a kid—and still am—without any notable power or influence in the world, being only in my second life. Even now, I'm only a Sword Saint, not anything like a god or devil that these people turn me out to be as.

Mr. Klay regains his composure, fixing his glasses which slid down his nose from all the sweat built up on his face. "It would be a rookie mistake to try and hang around you. The legends foretold not only of your coming to this world, but also the death and destruction that your very existence brings. Whoever is close to you is at risk of perishing from this world."

I look back at my life, which has been filled with misery and death just as this psychic claimed.

He continues, circling around the desk and carefully passing by me. "You can be the savior of this world as much as you want, just leave me out of your devilry. I'm sorry, but I can't help you with your path."

Remy stops him dead in his tracks. "Klay, you can't leave now. You've been ordered to help this young man, and I don't want to hear any complaints!"

His commanding voice freezes Klay in place, as he slowly turns around. "I'll rather end up in prison than help... him. Just by spending these moments in this very room, I'm risking death, and the same goes for you, general." he states coldly.

I have to try and stop him if I can, by any means necessary. He's the only way to find what I search for, and without it I am lost, fallen into the hands of my nemesis.

"You're gonna tell me how to find that disgusting dream mimic, and you'll be released from my path for the rest of your life," I order, pressuring the psychic with my aura, making him buckle onto his knees.

He tries standing up, but to no avail. "Fine, but don't expect me to be able to locate this enemy of yours as easily as you think. Anything connected to the Messiah is regarded as the highest level of clairvoyance, in the same boat as any information connected to the Rulers."

So my future and anything connected to me is compared to the most mysterious and strongest beings in the Overworld?

That scares me as much as it surprises me.

What does the future hold for me, and can my fate be changed? I just want to defeat the Dreamer and continue with my life as normal, hanging out with Evy and Dorian, playing Evil A. against Rache and so on.

I release my aura pressure, letting him breathe. He takes my hand reluctantly, focusing more firmly this time, his expression much more concentrated.

His eyes open as his nose starts bleeding, his hand becoming blistered in mere moments. Removing his hand, he grabs it without squealing and wipes his nose.

"I couldn't locate the dream entity, but I've got information which might be valuable."

I nod, waiting for him to continue. His physical state got worse, probably being hurt internally, as the blisters and bloody nose were only external symptoms. His face went pale, and he looked like a boulder of pain dropped on him. Still, he wanted to get this over with so I didn't ask any questions.

"You need to utilize dark forces of the Other-Realms. Remy here doesn't know about them, and neither do I to an extent. I only know they exist, but can't tell you what they are or how they behave. However, I can point you to the royal library, where an answer might pop up. Also, I know you'll need a vessel that supports such forces, so be wary of that."

Klay's eyes go blank for a moment, after which he regains himself and shakes his head. "That'll be all from me unfortunately," he says as he exits the office, limping while doing so.

Amon whistles, his arms still crossed. "Dude got wrecked by only peering into you for a second there... Death and destruction follow you?" he asks—more like a rhetorical question—into the air.

I await his response, as I fear he might reject the idea of following me and aiding in my goals because of the risk that Klay mentioned.

"Hell yeah!" Amon nods. "This'll be even more interesting than I thought!" he says while squeezing his hand in excitement.

I guess that's taken care of...

"But how will I gain access to the royal library?" I ask out loud, already wrestled by the fact that not even a Sword Saint can just waltz into the royal castle, asking for a book he/she took interest in.

Remy turns to me with a wry grin. "Actually, Klay was sent here by executives in the royal castle. Along with aiding me in this mission, they asked me personally to hand this letter out to you."

My blood froze solid. A letter from the royal castle? THE royal castle, where the right Hand—Anul—lives and operates from? Taking the black envelope with emerald decorations, I open it to find a simple note.

"Sword Saint Adam Agnes,

You have been invited to the royal castle for a meeting."

There was no name saying who wrote it. I ask Remy about it, to which he gives me another toothy grin. "It's been sent directly by Anul."