Diaries of a forgotten mage. (2/7)

Not too long ago, an angel adorned in glorious golden battle armour visited me. He had a flashy smile and burning orange flames for eyes. He held a giant Great-sword in his hand and introduced himself as angel Rhyder.

He was extremely polite as I welcomed him into my tower. He was almost familiar with it, as if he had been here multiple times. He was holding a thin parchment to which he handed me with an even flashier smile.

He explained to me he knew the location of my king!! On the parchment was a photographed picture of my king covered in blood and sleeping peacefully.

At first, I intended to kill Rhyder after seeing the image, but he gave me a second one with my king perfectly fine. He explained that he intended no harm and had only come to assure me that my king was well.

I am relieved yet suspicious of what he wants from me exactly. He says that he would visit me again in a week's time and apparently he will bring one of his superiors to speak with me. I wonder which god he works for specifically.

He also brought another gift that I forgot to mention. It is the holy sword of my king's distant descendant.

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That bastard better be dead or I will come for him myself. I can't use the holy sword to check if he's still alive since I don't want to lose any more body parts. I'm immortal within this tower, but I can't regenerate my lost body parts.

Pendragon was a disaster of a champion. He was the reason we lost David...to that bloody maniac!

If only he could keep that idiocy of honour to himself and not force it onto his companions. David had slowed time enough for us to evacuate all the weaker champions, and we too were to escape until pendragon used his sword to negate David's magic so we could fight the maniac to our last breath!

For honour, he said...to save the world when half of it's already destroyed by natural disasters. David was already weak from stopping time and could no longer sustain a proper fight. Gilgamesh, Arthur and Nobunaga kept the maniac busy with close combat.

He killed me... What happened after that is unknown to me, and hopefully, they all survived. Especially Arthur and David... they didn't deserve death.

I am unsure of where the weaker champions had teleported, but they definitely are alive. Especially since the Order had promised to watch over them no matter where. I can assure a promise from those guys to be secure.

I shall continue with my experiments on the molecular alteration to change the knowledge of magic completely!

If I succeed, I will have all I need to break my confinements and search for that maniac... when I find the world he's on... I'll kill him first then destroy the world daring to shelter an existence such as his and possibly its entire solar system.

I sure hope it's a densely populated world.

That would make it even more fun.

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Merlinus Ambrosius.