King of succubus

Chapter 460 The mediator. 3

Dressed in white like my enemies, and stinking the darkness with a full nose as if I were looking at myself in the mirror; this man, who presented himself as a COD’s fragment, is more than a low-level threat.

The reason I evacuated everyone is not because I was afraid of him, the reason for my silence is in no way related to terror.

Only one thing, the familiar presence he imposed on me. I felt it from the first glance; this man, or rather this thing, is not me, nor Isolat; but who?

I think it could create a lot of confusion if I explain myself like that.

However, I can say that he is not a living being, but a wandering consciousness that has lost its original envelope. He is endowed with a body because he excels in the art of materialization; like me with the darkness, or Isolet with the light.

But before we talk about the nature of its power, let's talk about its true nature.

At first glance, (he) seems to want to confuse me with his bold and arrogant words. Unfortunately, this is not the case. All his words made sense, from beginning to end; otherwise, I would already have started the fight with him.

But since (he)'s open to conversation, it's stupid to let myself be loomed by my impulses.

He talked about knowing me, I don't disagree. He knows me, probably as I know myself; it's not just an impression.

Asking me questions that I constantly ask myself is proof of this.

Its nature is therefore... to be unidentifiable. It's an entity that is not uncommon, but evolution created some miracles that make it more dangerous than the worst enemies; I think I would have hesitated to face it even if I were my old self. It's instinctive, just like the river that follows its path, or the beasts that are killing each other to survive.

But although its nature remains blurred, its shade is different. He is an aberration, the heartless monster who has never lived and will probably never live if I had even paid attention to my actions and the consequences they may cause.

Raphael, the angel of knowledge, according to certain beliefs found in my old life (when I lived on earth), is also known to be the god of materialization.

Materialization, huh?

A talent that I have barely mastered since my reincarnation, I guess it was somehow related to him; you can't materialize something you don't know, hence his name Raphael, I suppose.

But it is not his power of materialization that gives me the certainty that he knows a lot about me.

Raphaël?

If he presented himself this way, it is probably to tell me that he knows a lot about my reincarnation.

In my old life, there were a few traitors who had betrayed me just at the last moment, but since they were weaker than Askald and my other two monarchs, I didn't care too much about their cases.

Not to mention that they were cowards who did not dare to get out of their holes even though they knew that I had reincarnated. I think of them because I can no longer say if they have links with this guy.

This mystery is not my priority; at least, for now.

But what about its title Darkness?

At first glance, it is rude for him to present himself this way, especially in front of me who is the embodiment of this element. Even in the light, darkness exists, not only in the heart of the universe but in every element (alive or not).

Although... he lies without being; after all, everyone can present themselves this way. A person without darkness is only empty; even in emptiness, darkness remains, after all, emptiness is only black or white. Starting from the fact that whites contain their share of darkness, it is impossible for an entity, whatever its purity, to be devoid of any darkness.

But one thing remains to be checked, contrary to his other statements that I cannot verify for the moment, I can verify this thing; his title of mediator.

In other words, he intends to apply for the position of mediator; that is, arbitrator of this war. It remains to be seen if it is made of it and the power needed for it.

Following this brief recapitulation, Alvine looks at the man in front of him.

But to his amazement, he was no longer a man, but a charming woman dressed in a long black dress, with long immaculate white hair and slightly pointed ears like Sabrina's.

"Let's talk about your role as a mediator." Without bothering to question (her) about (her) appearance, Alvine addresses the subject that interests him.

"Ah, my dear, I was sure you were going to ask me where the other guy was going." She said with a radiant face with a smile.

"Stop lying."

"Kaka-kakaka...

Seeing her burst out laughing, Alvine raises his eyebrows slightly. '... I guess she's trying to laugh, even if she failed.'

"...Kaka-kakaka. There's nothing to talk about, even though you could have guessed that I'm lying, I don't want to stop calling you a foolish idiot. After all, you are unable to think to easily find answers by yourself. - Finally, speaking of mediatrix, I'm the type to be pessimistic, I don't want you to kill each other, but I want to see you unite."

"...To unite us?"

"Yes! On the one hand, there is White (Isolet), and Black (Alvine) on the other side, both awake from the same period, so, predictably, the inevitable will happen. But you are both my offspring, what mother won't be sad to see her two children fighting for a single slice of cake?" She said while snuggling onto herself as if she were trying to control her moving emotions.

Alvine frowns after hearing the woman's words. 'Well, she plays her female role to perfection. On this train, I don't even know if it was a woman posing as a man or if it's the other way around; well, whether it's 'he' or 'she', it doesn't matter too much.' After exchanging a little with his subconscious, Alvine returned once again to reality.

"Suppose you are the intermediary I was looking for, how do you plan to organize the steps of this war while preventing the great ruin from happening?" He asks this question that he wanted to ask her recently.

"It's simple!" She raises her head while plunging her gaze into Alvine's with a contemptuous smile that could make her look like a woman whose arrogance went beyond the seven heavens.

But before speaking, her black eyes turned white, as she approached Alvine.

.cοm The latter says nothing, not to mention backing back; thus letting her get close enough to him, so close that Alvine could feel her breath bouncing on his neck.

"I've already thought of everything, my dear big brother. We will face each other in two rounds." She whispered these two sentences in Alvine's ear while posing as Isolet.

"Two rounds, you say? To hear you, it looks like the war won't be long." Careless of her familiarity with him, Alvine continues the conversation as if nothing had happened.

"Yes; it is my wish and the wish of my wish. But in the end, it is only a wish that will remain unachievable; since I am the empress of wisdom, it is therefore not surprising to see my wish not realized."

"...What makes you believe that? Could it be that you are the one who fulfills the wishes of others?"

"-!!!" Her eyes widen as she staggered to get away from Alvine; the latter did nothing to her, it goes without saying that it was her way of showing her surprise.

"By my greatness! How can you guess that while being so stupid!? Would I have underestimated your intellect? Or maybe it's called an instinct?" She exclaims at the end of panic.

Alvine looks at her with a slight frown. 'So far, she has only borrowed the different personalities of the people I know; but what is her character? I wonder.'

He then shakes his head and answers the woman. "Moreover, if you are what you seem to say (the empress of wisdom), you must know the answer to this stupid question you have just asked me."

"A stupid question, do you really think so?"

"Would I have misguided me?"

"*Smirk*"

A tic sounded in his mind when he saw her answer his question with a mysterious smile. " - Let's jump on this, it's not too interesting for me. What interests me is to check that you are qualified to assume this role of mediator… or mediatrix."

"Yes, I am."

"..."

Her innocent smile resurfaced as Alvine’s mistrust leveled up. "Don't forget that I am a fragment of COD that pretends to be authentic, therefore, unlike both of you, I perfectly play my role as mediatrix in order to establish order; be grateful." She said while materializing a red umbrella above her despite the absence of sun and rain.

"The world is painted in black and white, my duty is to maintain this balance that is about to break; The orders established by COD are absolute, you dared to break these rules, it is unforgivable and thoughtless on your part. Unlike me, COD is ungodly and ruthless against disobedient children."

These were her last sentences before she vanished in front of Alvine.

"..."

The latter remains silent and momentarily inactive before he sits on the floor with his legs crossed and closes his eyes to better organize his thoughts in order to seriously reflect on everything he has just heard.

"COD, huh? I now realize that I may have gone the wrong way from the beginning. The more I think, the less it is for me to solve this mystery; it's as if a puzzle is still escaping me.

According to (her) assertions, She’s not COD, even if everything suggests it.

But (its) power is perhaps more powerful than I imagined. After all, it is easy to deceive someone inferior to us.

Not to mention that I cannot say that (he) will play his role as mediator in the rules.

Heh; I may be an idiot as she said, otherwise why do I get excited in such a situation?

I wonder, …How many millennia have I not felt so much pressure in front of someone?

Anyway, this is not the time to get lost in my old habits, I have a family to protect, and people who worry about me; seen like that, it sounds like an unfounded excuse. Anyway, it's better to be called a coward than to act like an idiot.

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After an indefinite time, he reopened his eyes, getting up on the ground and dusting his white coat, which was stained with a few sand grains.

His shadow then moves under his feet and rises in front of him in the form of a black portal.

But instead of letting one of his subordinates out, he crossed the gate.

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On the other side, where Elena was desperately trying to create a fault in Alvine's prison,

-BOOOM!!

After the umpteenth attempt, she finally succeeded in achieving her goal.

But yet, her expression was nothing radiant. "Fuck! Where did these bastards go!?" She roars with wrath as her piercing eyes look at everything around her as a hungry prédatrice.

'Ah, I was planning to stop her by coming here; but apparently, it's a bad idea. No, it's even better that way. A free electron is like a pawn outside the chessboard; she will be able to show her usefulness when the time comes.' Alvine came to this conclusion when he saw Elena flying in the opposite direction of her enemies.

[What do you think, Askald?]

**...She has her own character; that's why she has not stopped helping me despite her hobbies to create opportunities unintentionally.**

'Does this guy see his sister as a lucky charm? Finally, I don't know what kind of link is supposed to exist between brother and sister; if it is, it may be normal all that.'

[Finally, let's forget it, she will end up finding someone to go wild on.]

With these last words, Alvine withdrew without thinking too much.

After his withdrawal, all darkness went away with him.

'There is more important; now that all the predispositions have been taken, it's time to take the next step.'

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