CH 17: INVESTIGATION?

it's has been two days since the day he contracted Eve.

Evermillion was simply too long. And he didn't need to use her full name as long as he didn't want her to take her weapon form.

Right now, he was sitting under the shade of a tree in the garden of the Shidou family. As he laid his back against the tree while closing his eyes, it gave the impression that he was sleeping, but in reality, he was simply reassessing the pieces of information he had in hand. During those two days, he learned many little things.

Firstly, He didn't know what she was exactly, but she sure as hell wasn't a holy weapon. She felt more like an independent type sacred gear. it was hard to believe but it wasn't impossible. Not all sacred gears were necessarily obtained at birth.

[Incinerate Anthem] for example was a type of sacred gear who chose its master depending on his own will. it didn't even need the death of the current master in order to get a new one. If one had to give an analogy, this gear was an opportunist who would leave its master for a better one in a heartbeat.

So, he could accept it if Eve was a gear. But, here is the problem. He remembered absolutely no weapon with the same power as her.

Eve had two great modes. Dormant and active. With three possible states when active. He simply named them, beast, human and weapons.

Second, when in any mode other than Dormant, she would use a little bit of his energy to stay activated.

Third, the weapons mode seems to be dependent on his will. Technically speaking, the ball could take the form of absolutely any weapons he wished. Even though he couldn't wield them, he tried and constated a limitation. Rather than any weapons, it was more like only weapons he had a certain amount of mastery of. Right now, he could only change it in three forms. Spear, sword, and chain.

Finally, and most regrettably, the human mode was currently unavailable because their compatibility rate was rather poor. As such she could only use the others. What a tragedy. Even more so since he didn't know how to enter that mindscape once again.

Right now, the best mode was without a doubt the beast one. she could go kilometers away, exactly four kilometers from him without a problem. She could even share her vision with him. Finally, no matter how far she was, he just had to make her go in dormant mode for her to come back to him. Those abilities made her the perfect scout.

The only drawback was that the farther she was from him, the more energy he consumed. She could even fight by herself in that form without him needing to have the desire to kill. The problem though was that, while she was drastically weaker in that form, she was still dangerous and would only go for the kill.

He unconsciously rubbed his throat. He had asked her to try fighting, and in a moment of underestimation nearly had his throat bitten off. He managed to gather his wits fast enough to avoid a fatal hit, but it was clear that she held no hesitation and would even kill her own master.

"Well, no need to dwell on the bad side."

Aside from the numerous problems she brought. He had to admit that she was worth it. Her seven blessings seemed to be very good. Even though he couldn't use her and get a feel of those blessings, he used some simple game term to better understand.

Firstly, for the time being, it seemed that those skills were all passive in nature. Meaning that Evermillion didn't really boost his power itself and neither did it give him some awesome powerful destroying skill….Anyone who thought so was a moron.

He still didn't understand clearly the limitation, but, in short with those blessings, he could see the future, boost his physical and mental defense, be immune to all negative effects, physical as well as mental, and become stronger the higher his desire to kill was. Those four alone were enough to make him a nightmare in close quarter battle. But, there were still three others.

Those other three could also be simply summarized as, assured bleeding effect, life drain, and magic resistance. Their effect was self-evident.

He smiled a little at how good his weapon was. Then he remembered the condition of the use and couldn't help but frown.

"Justice means death."

This condition and passive was really a pain in the ass. Of course, a weapon primary use was to kill. But, not every fight would be to the death.

The main reason why he needed a good weapon was in order to consolidate his influence in the church.

The uncrowned prince of the church.

Such a good title. But at the same time such a title full of irony and mockery. It was true that an uncrowned prince was still a prince but not being crowned meant that he wasn't accepted. The identity of his father gave him a special position, the same went for his late mother.

But, when those two identities were added together? It's resulted in such an awkward situation.

Currently, the church wasn't monolithic. It was directed by three great powers. If he wished to ever become the leader of the church and bring all races to harmony, he not only needed enough supporters, he also needed enough strength to convince all those old bastards as well as the others miracle children.

But, if the condition of him only being able to use the weapon when he wished to kill was ever exposed...Then he would be in very deep shit.

'Sigh! I should stop mulling about this. I must not become greedy.'

He scolded himself a little in his mind. He just got a super weapon and now he was nothing without it? So what if they caught his secret? He should be strong enough to win even without relying on Eve.

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Now that he was finished, he opened his eyes and next to him, right there, in the shadow, a black panther could be seen soundly sleeping.

In those two days, his relationship with Eve didn't really improve. It wasn't that she wasn't forthcoming. The opposite even. She would answer every question he had. But, inversely she wouldn't tell him anything he didn't ask.

He didn't know how he should make their relationship better. But, he had his own pride. He wouldn't fall so low as to do her every whim just to please her, simply because she was a beautiful woman and a powerful weapon.

The problem here was that he knew that she had more power. Active or passive. Those powers were without a doubt related to why she took the form of a panther. Panthers were very powerful mythical beings in many myths, making them equal to gods and dragons. He would have to dig on that side later to get more ideas about the possible skills she might hide.

'Well, I should prepare myself.'

Anyways, he had an investigation to make. Perhaps, no, most likely, the result will be negative and he would find nothing. Still, he refused to give up because of such a pitiful reason.

Senior Vasco always told him so,

"Some situations are so bleak that you might not even have a 1 in thousand chance to succeed. But, you see, a low possibility means it's not zero. As long as you are alive, you can still succeed. The moment you give up though, your chance immediately falls to zero, nothingness. So, no matter what the situation, never give up. Miracles aren't bestowed. They are made."

He smiled as he remembered those words full of wisdom from the old man who was so bulky professional weight lifter would blush in shame in front of him. Also who raised him as if he was his grandson while his father was absent.

Vasco Strada. One of the strongest beings in the church, and one of the strongest human being in the world. Sadly, he was so old now. It was clear that he was far from his peak.

"Ok, tonight, I will go and investigate."