Bab 222: Levian's Words (II)
Levian rubbed his neck a few times. A smear of blood was present on his neck, making him grumble. Snow noticed how often Levian would whisper some incoherent words under his breath as if he was talking to himself. She barely caught whatever he said as they were in bits and pieces.
Snow went over toward her bed and put away her sword against the bed. She sat down and watched Levian. "Are you sure you know what will happen that will bring about an end?"
"Yes."
"Why are you telling me all this?"
"Because you are the Saintess, Snow."
"How does that have anything to do with anything?"
"Everything." Levian was able to pull himself back up on the chair. He wasn't too thrilled that his neck was still bleeding. "As the only Saintess to be able to resurrect people, this plays a pivotal role in bringing back the dead to fight against the hordes of monsters that will be coming. The amount of dungeons will outnumber the Players and the Natives by three times."
"How soon?"
"Give or take three years or less from now."
"So soon?" Snow was shocked to hear that the number of dungeons would explosive increase in the next three years. It has barely been three years, and the rate of monsters that are appearing was growing.
"Yep." Levian leaned back, his hand still on his neck. He had somehow found a napkin to stop the bleeding. "Where you go, hundreds of powerful Players and Hunters will be fighting alongside you. Death will not be something that many would fear as long as you are alive."
Levian's words were heavy. She knew that her abilities were a big deal, especially because she was the only person who had such a skill.
"Once you are dead, there is no more."
Snow held up her hand to stop him further. "Counting completely on me won't solve the problem. What
are you suggesting?"
Levian smiled, pleased that Snow believed him. "There are a few major points in history that will happen. You don't need to worry much about them as I would be dealing with most of it. The three things that you need to remember is the church. You will need to take full control of it."
Snow snorted. "We just burned all our bridges from kidnapping the Pope." She crossed her arm. Getting back into the church sounded like a bad idea.
"Who said you are going in as you are now?"
"What are you saying?"
"Go back to your normal self--The saintess."
Snow frowned. She really didn't want to be a Saintess. The word irked her.
"You always never liked that name." He chuckled.
"I don't, and I never will."
"It's just a name, Snow."
"A name with weight to it."
"Which, I'm sure you are holding up to it well."
Snow didn't think so. She had done things that she knew weren't Saint-like. Personally, more dangerously on the brink of a blood lust maiden whenever she fought against monsters. She strangely enjoyed moving with the flow of her blade then using her magic like the mages. Everything was much easier with enchantment and quick magic that didn't need much thought to it.
"What else?" Snow asked. She wanted to know more. Even though she still had a bit of skepticism in what he had said, she couldn't quite push it away. There was some weight to it.
The nagging feeling that she had about the Dungeons were finally being released because of Levian's words. Still, she needed to make sure.
"Well, the second major thing is to stop the Holy War."
Snow asked, confused. "Holy War?"
"Yes. The major events have always appeared. I would have no way in on this war or the church even if I wanted to. On the other hand, you will do perfectly fine."
"So, two things you want me to be is the leader of the Church and stop a Holy War."
"Exactly, you catch on quite quickly."
"And the final one?"
"Well," Levian said for a moment. He didn't say anything else but silently stared at her, thinking about what to say.
Snow has silently waited for what he would say. When he didn't say anything, she finally spoke. "You think it would change the future in a bad way?"
Levian nodded slowly, but then he smiled. "When the time comes, I'll tell you."
"I feel like you are too cryptical and dangerous."
"I know."
"Which is not good for my team and myself."
"Not a problem at all." Levian blurted out, laughing. "If you weren't here willing to talk to me, I wouldn't have brought this up."
"I am wondering if I made the right choice."
"You did, I assure you."
Snow hoped so. She really did hope she was making the right choice. There were too many holes in his story and his words. The nagging feeling about Levian still bothered her even with all the explanation.
"I'll let you rest." Levian started to get up.
Snow reached over, grabbing his hand before he left. Levian stopped for a moment, wondering what was wrong.
"I hope what you say is true instead of dancing around your finger like a puppet."
"I assure you that you already are dancing to my tunes." Levian snarky replies with arrogance that made Snow yank him down to her level.
She glared at him. "I wouldn't doubt it."
"Good." Levian nodded his head. He pulled away. Softly chuckling. He began to whistle in a merry tune and left Snow behind.
Snow sat in silence, thinking over what he had said. Her mind was in turmoil, especially because she needed to go back to the guild. And the past encounters with her team made her cringe.
Throwing the cover over her body, she decided to go back to sleep to wash away the thoughts that bog her mind as she heard a click of her door closing.
*****
It was a sunny day, the usual summertime that brought in the hellish heat that covered the entirety of Atlantis. Snow was still not used to being outside in such hot weather as she wished dearly that fall was here.
Three days have passed, making preparations to go back to the Gold Phoenix guild. Memories continued to pour into her mind about the guild, allowing her to have a better vision of what she needed to do and who she needed to talk with.
Snow was waiting by the curbside. She was wearing her usual black skinny jeans and a red sleeveless shirt that hugged her body. Sunglasses were on her nose, and her white hair was back to normal. She wore black boots that matched with her clothes, giving her a more suave look.
With a loud screech, a red sports car stopped in front of her. Snow reached over, pulling open the door. She slipped in, getting comfortable.
"Are you ready to deal with the guild?" Levian, who had his hair slicked back. He was wearing a nice suit that made him look clean.
"Yes." Snow had gone over a few times in her head on how she should talk with them. But even bringing up different scenarios didn't really help as she threw away everything and was just going to wing it.
"Great. I'll come by every week to update you on what's going on. At midnight on Sunday. I'll find you." Levian had said confidently, which made Snow wonder how he was going to do it. From her understanding, their security was tighter than the Popes. The number of artifacts installed around the building weren't low quality. They have raided multiple dungeons that had ancient artifacts plus the Tree of Life living near the building.
"I know. You have told me this five times by now," said Snow.
"Yep, I just wanted to make sure you remembered."
"It's not like I'll forget anytime soon."
"We don't know that. The curse could come back."
"I hope it never does."
Levian shrugged.
They continued onward toward their destination. Listening to music and chatting a few listless topics that had nothing to do with their future. Eventually, Levian screeched, stopping the car in front of the Gold Phoenix guild.
Snow opened the door. She didn't look back or had anything else to say to Levian. These days their conversation was pretty simple as she didn't want to get to know him any further.
"Don't forget, midnight on Sunday!" Levian shouted. He sped off, leaving her behind in a hurry.
Snow could imagine the smug look on Levian's face from saying such words. She slammed the door behind her. Levian sped off in seconds, leaving her behind alone.
With a deep breath, she looked toward the large building. It felt as if she was finally coming home, but the silence around the area made her uncomfortable. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her, but her nervousness wouldn't go away.
With each step, her chest tightened. She looked around, wondering if anyone would come out. But so far, nobody took notice. It wasn't until she made it into the lobby that she noticed a new receptionist; she didn't know.
"Welcome, Saintess." The receptionist said with a smile. "Mr. Rogers has been waiting for you on the fifth floor."
Snow nodded, she walked past her. Heading straight toward the elevator, she reached over to press the button. Suddenly, someone else was ahead of her and pressed the button instead.
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