Chapter VI

"Is this alright? Do I really have to put off my helmet as well?" Asked the Dragonborn, voice laced in uncommon worry.

"Yes, yes. There's nothing wrong with your appearances." The Antiquarian rolled his massive set of floating eyes. It took a great amount of the custodian to tend his appearance and convincing him that he looks alright.

"Alright. I'm ready!"

He coughed as trying to pull down his gorget, feeling a little suffocated in nervousness. The Antiquarian float past him and opened the door when Luscius were being unreasonable and stalling precious time.

Luscius composed himself and followed the antiquarian. The girl, Abigail, was seen beside the dining table, engorging on sweet rolls and crostata, no doubt taken from his pantry –hardly any inhabitant here required sustenance other than Luscius himself.

"Oh big brother Antiquarian, welcome back!" The girl beamed when she saw the floating mass of tentacles. Luscius took the seat across her.

"Enjoying yourself, aren't we?"

"You're… the Dragonborn?"

"That is correct, my lady. I'm Luscius Artorius, better known as Dragonborn or the Custodian around here. Call me however you wish."

"Arthur, then, I'll call you Big brother Arthur."

Luscius stiffened up, his heart halted to stop for a moment before continuing. Sensing something's wrong with her charge, Abigail asked up, "Uhm… something's wrong?"

The dragonborn raised a smile on his lips, "It's nothing. It brings back memory. Hardly anyone calls me by that name other than my mother. If my lady wishes, then you may call me so."

"I'm a special person then. You gave me a name, and it is only fair I call you a name no one knows. Also, no lady! Call me Abby or Abigail, isn't that cuter."

She brought another smile to him as he shrugged, "Fair." The antiquarian brought himself closer to the dragonborn as he whispered something, "The young mistress has received a quick lesson before meeting you, but she's now your responsibility. I shall help the best way I can from the side. For now, I'll leave you with her." Luscius nodded.

"If I may, I need to excuse myself for the moment."

"Aw, so soon?"

"Duty calls, young lady. Farewell."

The Antiquarian vanished from the air.

"Father told me many great things about you." Father? Luscius perked up. She must refer to Hermaeus Mora. It's fitting, he supposed, as she's created from the half of his essence and power. "Is that why you always wear that bulky thing?"

Abigail pointed to his attire. A sword strapped to his back, along a knapsack, and an ethereal shield. His form covered in segmented metal plate with skirts emboldened with golden eye symbol. Various bottles strapped to his belt. A book and helmet were tied to his back.

It is no wonder the girl was asking whether he would be going to wage a war or not.

"It is simply the nature of my job –my being. I must raise constant vigilant lest I caught flat-footed against a sudden intrusion or circumstances."

"Big Brother Arthur is amazing!" Abigail beamed. "Can we go outside?"

"As you wish, Abby."

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"So this is the world outside…"

He walked behind her, careful in stride as watching for potential cutthroat. The young girl was easily distracted by the busy crowds, a few times her frame invited unwanted gaze, but the towering knight that constantly follows her had made a perfect deterrent.

The Dragonborn were linked to the antiquarian residing in the annals to discuss their next plan.

"We need to plant ourselves a base of operation here –firstly money. Hardly anything can't be moved without what foolish mortals coveted they called as currency, as if those shiny rocks would do them any good. The dungeon is also the first priority as the mystery its depth contained could possibly unravel us untold amount of secret and knowledge. To do all of this we need what this land called as Familia –that is a group of organization formed under the contract of a god and their chosen children. It is perfect as a front cover."

"So we looked for a god to join?" Luscius whispered, waving about in the sea of crowds. He hurriedly took Abby's hand in case they're separated. She looked back and smiled at him.

"Absolutely, no! We barely know this land, and compromising our cover will have unknown, terrible consequences. The key is in our young lady." He smiled back at her. She tugged his hand, pointing towards a particular food stall.

"For all-purpose, she's half of the ur-daedra, essentially, making her a daedric prince –a God, if only an extension. It is with no reason the old antecedent made her only to anchor his essence in this world, no, he has foreseen this. Did you know what she's modeled after?"

"No." The dragonborn said simply. He ordered the potato snack from… err a super developed midget as per Abby urging. Maybe it's a dwarf? Judging from her aura, he was pretty sure the midget is a god.

"Young lady is modeled after you, Dragonborn. Her soul is essentially made in the same manner as a dragonborn would –a literal perfection the Ur-Daedra conceived with uncountable amount of forbidden knowledge for thousands of years as he'd observed Miraak and you. Only she's not made to absorb the soul of the dragon –instead she's made to absorb the corpus –the knowledge and lore within the living and the unliving… god or mortals; making her transcendent, possibly surpassing the creation of Akatosh."

"Then, why is it now? Why he chose to create her this time?"

The Antiquarian scoffed, "As it is needed to be said. Nirn is not the safest place to culture such specimen. The library will be invaded and sacked –even millennia of ancient rivalry between the et'Ada –Daedric and Aedric– would be put on halt to bear arms together once the information leaked out. She'll be the catalysts to a war in heaven should that happened. A weapon to permanently kill gods and absorbs their essence is no trivial matter; even if the Ur-Daedra is not vested in such matter, as knowledge is his only interests. This domain –this world– you should've seen them. It's a perfect pasture to culture her power."

This is beyond his imagination. He sat down at one of the benches provided as he handed the Jigamura-kun? To the waiting arms of Abigail. She took it happily and promptly jumped to sit on his lap, not aware of the turmoil boiling inside him. The girl seems too happy as he stroked her hair in order to inhibit his spiraling thought.

"You seem to be as forthcoming about the information as I've not expected."

"Why should I? I know you never like it when someone sneaked something past your behind, and I won't risk it over something trivial and jeopardize our working relationship. The Ur-Daedra chose you for this very specific reason. He trusted you."

"I'm moved." He exaggerated.

"Bah. Anyway, our first goal is to establish Familia. We need an unsuspecting… guinea pig so the young lady could use her ability on it and attain the arcanum of the god in this land –I'm itching on my hand to get one of that falna which strengthened mortal over time by absorbing monster life-force."

"I understand."

"Good, make it quick."

They cut off the connection.

"How's the taste?" Abigail looked up as he raised his helmet.

"Not bad I suppose, definitely a step up from roasted potato."

She giggled.

He looked at the divine, in which was funny when he thought, who was serving potato snacks to mortals. Guinea pig… guinea pig… huh. He kept looking at the bouncy tits the small midget goddess has; at one point, Abigail simply puffed up her cheek and kicked him in the sheen.

Oof.

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Note:

Miraak - that one Dragonborn who loudly revealed and proclaimed his plan to betray his master -the literal eldritch god that knew and watch everything what's going on in his library. Fucking genius. On the other hand, he probably didn't care, since no amount of effort could hide his plan and intention from the daedric prince of knowledge.

Sweetrolls and Crostata - the only food that looks remotely edible in Skyrim apart from Garlic bread, I love garlic bread.

Luscius Artorius - Arthur - Dragonborn - He would pull the sword in the stone to fight in the 2nd great war against the dominion and formed the 4th empire before waging another Remanic reconquest to unite Tamriel if only he stayed a little bit longer in Skyrim and not transported to another world. A pity.