Pleiades had returned to Altchare four days before, and he had seen many things in those four days, but little irked a nice recollection from within. Despite the fact that new memories and experiences had become a part of his unforgettable collection of noteworthy occurrences.
But now he was bored; he had seen everything this kingdom had to offer in terms of amusement, brothels, bars, Ferris wheels, rental vehicles, restaurants, and much, much more; and now it was nothing more than a distant recollection that would fade into the world's memory den in time.
Each encounter was both familiar and fresh, and each lady he slept with gave him a different sensation and flavor; nonetheless, it was not pleasurable at all. His lust was unsatisfied, but he didn't care; the pleased look of witnessing the proud turn subservient in front of him was funny, but it wasn't enough to satisfy his greedy nature of wanting more memories, more knowledge, mor o everything the satisfy him, he demanded more experience, more memories, and more meaningfulness he still couldn't hold.
He drank till there was nothing left at every pub he visited; he couldn't become drunk, but the flavor gave him new experiences and memories regardless of the lack of effect; the burning feeling of alcohol on his tongue, the bitter or sweet fragrance each bottle possessed.
The texture of each bottle differed; even the way it was created, or the thoughts of others and their opinions about the alcoholic liquid in question were information that he valued.
Albeit it's a shame there weren't many places with fresh alcoholic beverages he could savor and experience. It was a terrible reality, but one he had become accustomed to over the years.
Food and general entertainment are examples of this. Of course, he enjoyed it at first, but the second time around for anything that he did was never as enjoyable as the first, because new feelings and experiences are only worthwhile when they are new, and as a man who was riddled with almost all sin, from the unquenchable burning desire of his Lust that was like a star without an end, to his Greed's constant need for more experiences, memories, and knowledge.
At this time Pleiades was sitting on a bench under a bus stop; taking shelter from the rain; it was early in the morning about a little bit after six; and he alone sat there; a cup of coffe in his hand and newspaper in the other. He didnt had a place to stay, well not like he need any, if anything his refuge is his shadow garden.
This wasn't an authority; the shadow garden was Satella's creation, one of many spells she possessed as the best Yin user. The Shadow Garden was a location outside of time, space, and reality; the best way to describe it would be a singularity with a door you could enter and exit at will. Or, better yet, it was a spell beyond Al Shamak, one he could only master with Beatrice's assistance. Al Shamak separates you from the world in a pocket dimension, while the Shadow Garden is the result of a spell Satella termed Ultima Shamak, which, unlike Al, creates a space outside of reality, allowing you to see numerous events in time and space across multiple dimensions; but you won't be able to interact with it.
To be honest, the Ultima series where spells that not even the Witch of Greed was aware of, but Satella's magic got even more insane after she absorbed the Envy Witch factor. Allowing her to go beyond even the unknown Ultima tier, to a realm of power that lies beyond Ultima magic, well she didn't know what to name this tier, but Pleiades refers to Satella magic as Deus Magic, which is magic that breaks laws and allows the user to redefine them to their liking.
It was an intriguing topic, and Pleiades himself was perplexed by the possibilities of Deus magic; hell, he even had a theory about it, believing that Deus magic was where the authorities began.
Satella describes Deus Magic in great detail in her journal. However, Pleiades lacks the most important component required to use it: a power supply. Satella was an exception because she was born with a finite amount of mana that could be considered infinite in all aspects, although Emilia's mana pool within her gate was not so ludicrous. Regardless, Satella could use Deus magic to open portals to other worlds and even different times.
However, there was one location that behaved similarly to Satella Deus's magic, and that was the huge waterfall at the edge of the world, which he refers to as the doorway of worlds. Too bad he couldn't cross that place, he didn't know why, but Pleiades instinctively knew it would be a location where he would be at his weakest, and since being a sage, he didn't want to die, why would he want to die?
Yes, he has suffered a great deal of loss in his life. But that was when he was self-destructive; now, all he wanted was to find a purpose and meaning for his esoteric existence, and he was still searching. He, was like the other witches, in the sense that he could not help himself. Minerva wants to help, her wrath demands it, but at the expense of the world's mana depletion, resulting in major natural disasters.
Echidna's greed was so powerful that she couldn't understand human emotion; she produced many things, did many things, and even invented many things, although because of her greed, many people suffered as a result of her preoccupation, and as a result, she regretted many things.
Then there was Daphne, a failed experiment for immortality who had come into contact with a factor. Causing her to suffer from insatiable hunger, which is worse than death. As a result, she emphasizes with all life, as she produced three mythical mabeast out of good intentions but caused nothing but mayhem for centuries to come, and the result of her deeds is still visible even in today's modern society as Mabeast are nothing more but menaces to the four kingdoms.
Overall, the witches and him were no different; he had joined the freak show and was possibly more deranged than the rest of them together.
He did, after all, have remodelled versions of Regulus Greed.
Cappella's Lust.
Hector Melancholy.
Geus Sloth.
Sirus Wrath
Louis Gluttony.
Al's Pride.
And His envy.
All that was missing was Pandora's Vanity, but unlike the other witches, she was too difficult to kill. Even then, his desire to murder her was nil at this point; seeing he had no motives to do so, and even if he did, he lacked the confidence to attempt the nigh impossible feat. He tried and failed so many times in the past that he became unmotivated to try again.
But the same could be said for her; he couldn't die, and her authority had no direct effect on him; it always gave her a headache to attempt new innovative ways to get rid of the immortal sage indirectly, to the point where the two of them just decided to terminate their feud and reach a truce.
This, of course, resulted in new friendships; Pandora would visit him every decade or so, or he would visit her if she wasn't busy doing wicked crap somewhere else, or they would just cross paths occasionally by chance.
He had last seen her roughly thirty years ago in the streets of Osa; land of the assassins, which was once known as Kagaragi.
These thoughts entered Pleiades' mind, causing a brief flashback to the past. But he didn't dwell on it too much. The experience had expired at this point, so he decided to read his newspaper. The street was unusually quiet, and the rain soothed his nerves even more.
But as he read through the newspaper, his gaze was drawn to something that piqued his interest: the front-page headline.
[For His Royal Highness King Ren's 19th birthday, the Sword Saint Valerie Van Astrea is organizing the Royal Family's annual tournament of power; this year's winner will get 1,000,000 Arlies from the king personally, a noble rank from the kingdom, and a date with the sword saint herself.]
"Reinhards descendant ha? Intresting."