Oriole saw the rest of Ragnar's story as his companion, although a lot has been summarized. Ragnar had a power that allowed him to rise faster than anyone and gain many comrades, and that is the strength of charisma. Even if his enemies disagreed with his opinions, they felt respect toward him.
Ragnar was too rciful toward those weaker than him, even if they plotted against him. Oriole wanted to voice out his concern on several occasions, when Ragnar had to be ruthless. Soon after, his rcy ca back to hurt him, but Ragnar did not care.
"Their actions speak of their character, so why should I allow them to change mine?" he asked on one occasion, with his comrades around a bonfire. So of them looked worried, others looked to keep quiet about their opinions.
Oriole could tell that whoever made this book did not write to show Ragnar and his victories, but his strengths and flaws. The most glaring one was that Ragnar loved everything that breathed, regardless of their character. That was his greatest strength while also being the greatest flaw.
A lot of ti passed, and many adventures led to Ragnar becoming the king of wrath. His existence beca a center of the universe, and others revolved around him. Countless worlds bowed to him as he brandished a dagger against the gods.
The battles grew fierce, and many of his comrades beca victims of the gods and Naless. Ragnar still walked a path of rebellion as the king of wrath, a voice to the weak and a hope for a better future. But Oriole saw sothing that the book hadn't ntioned.
"What a lonely path he has taken," muttered Oriole as he watched the man sit on his throne in a kingdom of wrath. Many would assu that wrath was a violent emotion, but it was the sole savior in tis of despair.
In the kingdom of wrath that he built, people lived in happiness under a fair and just saint. No one had to risk their lives or dignity to live in this kingdom, making it a destination for the entire universe.
That did not please the gods.
The end began when Devaheim sent one of their gods to et this wrathful king, inviting him to join the kingdom of gods. He would have access to infinite resources to grow stronger and harness the universe.
"You are inviting to join Devaheim?" asked Ragnar atop his black throne while looking at the god with disgust. "I know how your powers ca to be, sinful gods. I am known for rcy, but toward the kingdom of gods, I hold nothing but wrath."
Ragnar sent the god back with a single arm and a wounded ego. The king of wrath did not even use his full strength against the god, just choosing to punish him for attacking his kingdom after he rejected the invitation.
The entire universe was flabbergasted. Soone was invited by the heavens but rejected that offer and attacked a god, even wounding him. This incident weakened the position of Devaheim, while also making the king of wrath known.
It was the beginning of a new era, where countless worlds realized that the gods were not invincible. Those who knew the truth about the gods chose to join the new king of wrath, who allowed them to serve under his wings.
Oriole felt tired as the story reached this point, and his consciousness began to fade. As he tried to struggle, he snapped awake in his room, with the light from the book fading. After a mont of confusion, he realized the reason.
His mana has been consud until nothing is left. The story he saw needed his mana to show him the story of the king of wrath. And until he restores his mana reserves, he would not be able to know what happened.
"Arthur is related to this man?" muttered Oriole as he slumped back in his chair, tired and panting. "If he is the man to carry the will of Netherborne, doesn't that an he would have to face Devaheim as well?"
Oriole witnessed so of the battles against the gods and their legions. Calling them easy opponents was nothing but a lie. Each mber of their armies was capable of giving their entire world trouble.
For the first ti since he ca to know Arthur and his powers, Oriole felt worried about his safety. These gods were nurous with mind-defying powers. He witnessed so of them bending the laws of the universe and annihilating worlds with the snap of a finger.
At the very least, Arthur was still not ready to handle them. He might have grown a lot stronger than before, but he was still far from being as strong as Ragnar Netherborne, a man who could obliterate gods.
"If Arthur is his descendant, then he will get to that stage," said Oriole with a smile, but felt guilty for feeling this way. Ragnar has fallen for Arthur to rise. If he wanted to change this ending, he would have to learn what happened to him.
The book given to him by the seer was a true treasure, but it might be because Sier did not see the vision like Oriole did. After flipping through the book, he found that the explanations were minimal, unlike the vision.
Peck! Peck!
His thoughts got interrupted by a crow pecking his window. After a mont, Oriole realized who it was, and he stood to open the windows. Behind the glass was a giant crow that looked at him with intelligence. Oriole allowed him into the room.
"Ori! Ori!" said a voice as the crow flew into the room, circling the bed before landing on its headboard. "It has been a while since we t, Ori! Are you still alive?"
"As alive as you can see, Reece," said Oriole with a smile as he closed the window and pulled the curtains. "What brought you to at this hour? I thought you were sent on a dangerous mission?"
"I just ca back, Ori!" cawed the crow at him before spreading its wings. "I have terrible nose! Terrible nose!"
"I think that you an news, not nose," said Oriole with a frown as he turned his chair and sat down before the giant crow. "What news did you bring ?"
"Terrible news!" the crow corrected himself as it flapped its wings. "I spied on the secret eting in Orlan! A big thing is happening in Yalen! Soon! Soon!"
"…where are you?" asked Oriole as he rose and grabbed his pants, but the crow flew and perched on his shoulder, pushing him back to the chair.
"Just listen, Ori! I don't have long before the chas of Orlan find ! You must warn Arthur about the ambush in Yalen! The seven families are planning to…"
The crow then paused.
"Summon a god!"
Lightning struck across the sky outside his window, as thunder shook the entire mansion. Oriole stared at the crow's giant eyes with confusion before he processed what he said. The alchemist jumped from his chair and grabbed the crow from its wings.
"Are you sure, Reece?!" shouted the runemaster with his heart pounding in his chest. "How could they summon a god?! They are not summoned monsters, but actual gods! A higher creature cannot be summoned by a weaker one!"
Oriole blurted out his logic in a single breath, as he tried to understand what the crow ant. His agitated state of mind ca from the earlier vision that showed him how terrifying gods could be. If the seven families summon a god just to ambush Arthur, then it might be the end of his story!
Summoners were weaker than others for this person. In order for them to summon strong monsters, they need to have a stronger spiritual energy or mana than said monsters.
"I don't know, Oriole! But I heard sothing about… a sac…rifice…"
As the crow cawed those words, it began convulsing and flapping its wings. The sharp talons injured the alchemist as he struggled, shedding blood on the carpet before he released it. As he watched the crow fall to the ground, his face was filled with horror.
It died.
Reece was the sole mber of Mistletoe that Oriole could trust. He cared about Arthur and Sier just the sa, making it his mission to nd their relationship. After seeing what the crow said before its death, he beca worried.
"If he was back in Yalen, he would have co here to tell this himself," said Oriole with a frown as he crouched to examine the crow. Its eyes were rolled out as if sothing snatched its soul in an instant.
Blood dripped from his arm, but Oriole used the mana he regenerated to treat himself. After the blood stopped, Oriole tried to use his mana to examine the crow, but he could find nothing.
"The seven families are going to use a sacrifice to summon a god?" muttered Oriole with a frown while looking at the crow's corpse. "What in the world is going to happen in Yalen?"
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