The Arcadia System - Chapter 223

“Yes. You guessed that much, huh,” smiled Amaya.

She explained, “Marya is a trueborn seer, the likes that haven’t been seen in centuries. However, while this was supposed to be a blessing for Marya, it wasn’t!…..”

Amaya told the story of the witch named Marya.

Marya was born in a small village to human parents with dormant morrite genes.

They themselves didn’t know they had morrite blood in them, which led to their exaggerated surprise when they first saw the appearance of their expected daughter.

They found a way to stomach this, but when their daughter started showing abnormal character traits. When the child Marya dissociated from her childhood friends and preferred to be alone. When the young infant always kept a calm expression even when she was going through something painful. When she would cry for the little things that remained irrelevant…It was then the parents knew that their daughter was exceedingly strange.

It didn’t help matters that, by the age of 5, she started seeing people’s future.

She would say, “Aunt Darhk. You are going to die at age 60, killed by that rabid dog that you treasure so much.”

True to her words, Aunt Darhk died a year later, exactly at age 60, bitten by the dog she kept feeding for years.

It was an authentic prophecy, but the more Marya kept talking about her visions, the more the people of the village hated her.

As for why that was the case, it was because of Marya herself.

Most of her visions were ghastly and grim. Most of her prophecies concerned death and blood.

No one would like to be told that they wouldn’t die in peace. Instead, their death would be so troublesome.

Hence, when Marya was ten, she was thrown away from the village by the other people and her parents, who had lost all hope in her.

It was there that the elders found her. It was their mission to make sure they would bring in stray morrites who had fallen prey to the prejudice of the world.

“Her childhood only made her mentality worse. Marya is highly unstable, just as one would expect from a witch of the Kar Line. But beneath that, she is a beautiful girl,” smiled Amaya.

Reve cocked his head, “So, she can’t control her visions and can only see visions of death?”

“Yes. There are rare cases like that. Most of the time, it’s because of the latent power of the seer. If she could get hold of her seer power, she would become the most powerful seer in all of Arcadia, but it is not so easy to control this power,” divulged Amaya.

Those cursed with the ability to only see death were truly unique. They were delicate inside, yet they housed strange abilities.

“Now, I know not when a change started to occur, but sometime later, Marya became more sane….more sound. She would mutter stuff like, ‘he is beautiful’. She would acquire lots of canvas and master the art of fine art just to paint what was in her mind. She would visit the heads of different professions and study under them. I had no idea what to think of this. Was this a sense of normalcy or just concentrated madness?” rhetorically asked Amaya

Reve could understand what she was talking about.

Most likely, that was when Marya started talking to the voices.

His expression shifted, and he released a wry smile, “So, what is your point?”

“I know it has something to do with you. I had my guess since I discovered she stole Vaddon’s journal,” told Amaya.

“….and what do you want me to do?”

“I just wanted to let you know the backstory of Marya. What you do from now on is all up to you?”

“Good. I am leaving.”

There was no way in hell this new piece of information would change his desire to leave!

Reve drank the last sip of tea and stood up, “How do I leave exactly?”

Amaya kept a neutral eye on him.

She sighed and also stood up. Her hands danced like that of mermaids and her well-aged hair flowed perfectly behind her.

Her magi profusely spilling out of body weaved together to form four magic circles that distanced themselves well enough.

They stayed in a rectangular formation and when a thin line connected all the circles, the outline of a door came into existence.

Amaya tapped her finger. A door materialized from the center of the formation.

“Enter it and you will find yourself in the Red room.”

“Much appreciated, Elder Amaya,” thanked Reve.

He walked closer to the door.

Within an inch from it, his already extended hands could feel the coldness radiating from the doorknob. It had no effect on him and only came out as a bit cool.

All that was left was for him to twist the doorknob. All that was left was for him to push the door open and jumped into the void that the door would produce.

Yet….

Yet, why wasn’t he doing that?

It shouldn’t be so hard to open a freaking door!

‘Damn, what am I thinking?’

In a rare situation, his subconscious and his body were aligned, going against his surface thoughts!

‘Oh shit, no no no!’

As he fought against himself, he willed his body to twist the doorknob and left him leave. But that was not going to happen, and he knew it.

Behind him, Amaya was puzzled, only for a brief second, before realizing the entire ordeal.

She smiled but refused to speak up. It was better this way.

Meanwhile, Reve landed a punch at the door, only managing to shake it a bit.

His exasperated was evident as he shouted, “Fuckery! Shit!”

With slow movements, he turned his body back and faced Amaya.

He thought to himself, ‘You conniving elder! You expected this, didn’t you?’

Yet, he wasn’t idiotic. It would be immensely foolish to reveal his thoughts.

He stared deep at the elder and sighed, “Lead the way, Elder Amaya.”

“Oh, where to, Reve?” smiled Amaya.

Reve gritted his teeth, “You know where to!”