Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

Chapter 323: Those Who Don't Belong to this Era! (II)



The Violet Seat of the Order of the Immortal Lotus looked at the Red Seat.

"I always choose my words prudently," King Solomon said, not minding the laugh. "You are the greatest Potioneer known to wizardkind, and even if you were at second, then dare someone would claim the first place?

"Your attainments in Transfiguration even surpass your Potioneering. Your lady mother was one of the three thousand Oceanid Nymphs, and there are still thousands of wizards, witches, and ordinary folks worshiping you in ancient cults, spread throughout the globe.

"Yet, all these things pale in front of your beauty and charm."

Darcie's heart was thumping already.

King Solomon's head turned to give Darcie a look before eying Red Seat once again.

"You are Circe, the myth beyond myths." (-pronounced Kirke-)

The old king had said it true.

Darcie naturally understood why there was no ant in this group, but only titans, their identities grander than the last.

Now that she knew who Red Seat was, how could she not understand why King Solomon hadn't mentioned Circe's father, but only her mother?

Circe was one of the, if not alone, greatest witches from Greek Mythology, and was believed to be the daughter of Helios, the God of the Sun; a Titan.

Her origins were truly unknown, lost in the fog of history.

Moreover, Circe was believed to be quite notorious in her ways, the mightiest enchantress of her time.

No wonder she didn't appreciate her decision to force Indigo Seat's Candidacy on Darcie getting voted out by others.

She is trouble, Darcie thought, quite aware of her open mouth and wide eyes.

It all made sense now. Zygmunt Budge, the greatest potioneer Darcie knew from the recent magical history, was quite eccentric as well.

"You skipped half the good parts, Solomon," Circe said, giggling. "I know you still have many things to share about me."

"No." King Solomon rejected the temptation.

Darcie almost felt like the old king was a touch afraid of talking more about her.

"Circe, please continue," Green Seat announced.

Suddenly, Circe's giggles paused and then vanished altogether.

"Very well," she said, almost sneering. "If you were to call Orange Seat a god, then that wouldn't be wrong, young lady."

"Now, now," Orange Seat chuckled. "No need to create misunderstandings. I am no God. Just a man who knows some underhanded tricks."

"Humph! Don't interrupt!" Circe rebuked. "He is the one who knows the deepest secrets of the interrelationship between the material and the divine. Why say more when these words are enough?

"He is the author of Hermetica, the epitome of mysteries, knowledge, and divine texts. And he is the mightiest Alchemist"

A name sprouted from Darcie's tongue. "Hermes Trismegistus!!"

Darcie's gaze went up, landing on the objects over this figure's head.

There was a book covered in orange-colored mist, the Hermetica. Then this book took the shape of a rod, with two wings at the top, and two snakes coiling up on it, reaching the top.

She had her doubts. Not anymore.

That's Rod of Caduceus! Darcie told herself. The mythical Staff of Hermes!!

No wonder Nicolas Flamel was his student.

If someone knew the secrets of the Philosopher's Stone, then it was this figure; a person supposed to be the combination of two gods, the Greek God Hermes and the Egyptian God Thoth.

"Don't look at me like that," Hermes said, his tone rueful. "I just have some minor accomplishments on the path of Alchemy, nothing more. I dare not claim to be the greatest. Haha! Let me introduce…"

"I don't need others to introduce me," Yellow Seat said suddenly, his voice still as far from Darcie as it was near to her. "I am Abdul Alhazred."

"…?"

What?!

Darcie couldn't help but express great shock at the name.

She obviously knew him but had never once believed he was a real person, but only a fantasy.

But if he was real, then what about all the evil things related to him? Were there beings in this world like the Eldritch Entities?!

Abdul Alhazred was the author of the darkest book in the world, the Necronomicon; a book of magic so evil that it was known to invariably drive the users totally, irredeemably insane.

If there was someone who was neck-deep in forbidden magics and rituals, the darkest of their kinds, then it was him.

And even more infamous were his dealings with demonic, extraterrestrial gods.

No wonder he is the one who brought Voldemort here, Darcie thought.

What was this kind of individual doing here? Was he even real? How could the likes of Merlin, Solomon, Circe, and Hermes T. tolerate his existence?

And then Darcie recalled something.

This was the same Order who was going to let Voldemort become one of them, treating him on an equal footing with Professor Dumbledore.

What was inherently wrong and deplorable for the entire world was passable for the members of this Order, perhaps.

"Don't take the myths to their words always," Green Seat guided Darcie. "Abdul Alhazred is the Gatekeeper of the Earth, far more important than all of us combined. His existence is irreplaceable. Now, be kind enough to introduce me."

Darcie was processing Green Seat's words and anticipating the revelation about Madam Villanelle's true identity in the same splendid manner as the others.

It was then Abdul Alhazred's words thundered in her ears with no regard to her heart and thoughts.

"Her origins stem from the Biblical era," Yellow Seat's voice boomed. "She is the Grand Sorceress. She is…

"… the Witch of Endor!"

Darcie observed Green Seat in stunned stupefaction.

The Witch of Endor!

This wasn't even a myth, and to persistently call it so would be nothing but blasphemy.

For some, her tale was more divine than godly legends, and her powers could transcend the mortal world, entering the realm of angels and gods and descending to the boundless depths of hell.

She was ancient among the ancients!

Darcie could vividly recall that Madam Villanelle had devoted an entire day to teaching her the tale of the Witch of Endor, introducing her as the most influential Ancient Necromancer.

Now she believed there was much hidden behind her mentor's intentions, then.

A reminder and forewarning, or a seed of trust, perhaps?

Among all these individuals, who were powerful beyond conceivable thoughts, Darcie felt closest and most eased with Green Seat.

So, it was natural for her to direct her next question toward this biblical figure, for it had been bubbling up in her heart for quite some time.

"Are you all Immortals?" Darcie asked, her cheeks becoming rosy in anticipation of the answer.

To Darcie's surprise, the Witch of Endor replied immediately, and in quite an amiable and carefree manner.

"There is no such thing as Immortality, Darcie," she told her. "There are only two beings on this Island who could be called Long-Life Beings, something infinitely close, and yet eternally far, from Immortality. You have already met them."

This?! Darcie blinked astonishingly. Who are these two beings…

It was then it thundered in her mind. Yes. She had indeed met them.

"A True Phoenix's lifespan is 97200 years," King Solomon explained. "The one you saw on the palm tree has already lived for over a quarter of that period. It's truly a life trajectory of endless rebirths."

"The white Qilin is even more mysterious," Merlin chimed in, his tone reverential. "Its true age is unknown, and the years it has seen go by should not be lesser than the True Phoenix."

All nodded in agreement at Merlin's words.

Yet, it was Yellow Seat's next sentence that jolted Darcie the most.

Abdul Alhazred stood true to his nickname, the Mad Arab, just revealing shocking truths like ordinary facts.

"Both beings' origins lie outside of our world."

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