《I Will Burn Up My Kingdom And Disappear》Chapter 8: The Library
Advertisement
Pia's face regained its color after she saw the priest falling unconscious from my palm push. Her shivering was replaced by puzzlement.
"Your Majesty," said Pia. "What had just happened? What did you do?"
A few moments later, Varian, who was stunned after he saw Rayan's head flying to my side, began to walk towards me.
"Your Majesty," said Varian. "Are you alright? I apologize for not coming to your rescue earlier. I did not honestly know whether I could stand a chance against this priest after I saw what happened to Rayan." Varian kept staring at Rayan's head.
At least Varian is honest and somewhat wise; had he come to my rescue he would have lost his head like Rayan. Though I will need to teach him how to control his fear later on.
"Do not worry Varian, " I said. "I would have done the same if I were in your position. The priest will not wake up for at least a few hours, so rest assured both of you. Varian, tie up the priest with care, he will be valuable. And Pia, I want you to show me around the last two rooms in this church."
I avoided talking about how did I manage to push the priest all the way to the wall. They should not know about Regalia, for it is my last and final trump card against the Lorope Empire.
I followed Pia to the room on the left side of the main entrance room. It is the same room that the priest had come out from.
"This is the lodging room, Your Majesty," said Pia. "Since our prayers start from midnight till the sunrise we often fall sleepy. A quick rest allows us to return energetic to our prayers. But Your Majesty, I do not think I will be able to see all my friends massacred. It will be an image that I will never be able to erase from my memory. So you will have to excuse me that I cannot enter the room with you."
Advertisement
I nodded my head in approval of her request. She had gone through a lot today. So I stepped into the lodging room, alone.
The first thing that attracted my attention was the smell of stench. Nine bodies were piled up beside one another at the center of this rectangular room. The heads of the nine priest bodies were scattered; some were on top of the bloodstained beds, others were beside me and on the far corners of the room. Had I not experienced worse scenes than this, I would have thrown up and fallen unconscious on the spot.
After I have confirmed the status of the room and that the nine priests were, in fact, dead I left the lodging room. It is not healthy to stay in it any longer.
"I am done with this room," I said to Pia. "Let us move to the last one."
"The next and last room Your Majesty is the library," said Pia. "Lord Salam told us that after the Third-Year-War had ended, he accumulated every book and manuscript he could find about Salamander. Oh, and there is also a private room inside the library room that lord Salam does not allow us to enter. He said it is for his private research about Salamander."
Private research huh? Interesting...
"Very well, show me to this private room," I ordered.
"It would be my pleasure, Your Majesty," replied Pia. "The key to the private from are upstairs in lord Salam's room that we had entered earlier. I will go and pick it up."
Pia ascended the stairs with passion. She seems curious if not dead curious about the contents of this private room. Well, it is human nature to love the unknown, and I would argue that ladies love the unknown more than men.
In the meantime, I walked toward the library room at the opposite end of the lodging room where I am currently standing. I passed by the statue of Salamander, and Varian who is still religiously tying up the priest and entered the library room.
Advertisement
Countless shelves were loaded with books, and the whole place smelled like old books. Parchments were squeezed between the books, and I could not find any accumulated dust on the shelves, nor on the large square table at the middle of the room. Four small statues of Salamander screamed terror at each corner of the large table, and a suspicious thick iron door was at the opposite corner of the library door.
Most of the parchments and books at this room were written by those terrified of Salamander. It is sad. Some if not all of them could not sleep from overthinking that Salamander could kill them at any moment.
But lord Salam, what killed you was not your god Salamander but your wrongful actions, and in the most common way, by a sword.
What I have done today will break the hidden cult of Salamander in the kingdom and outside. They will realize that there are more severe and more ethical matters that could also bring their death. They will realize that humans are in fact more dangerous than their god Salamander. What happened to lord Salam will shout to their whole belief system and re-organize it once again.
Now then, I returned my senses to my surroundings and thought of grabbing one of the books on the shelves.
I found one that attracted my eyes, titled "Daily Rituals to Ward off the Evil of Our Benevolent Salamander" by Lashim Kashim. It was written before even Lorope had discovered Salamander 500 years ago. It mentions that:
[Be sure to bless the benevolent Salamander in your heart while you are at animal markets. His evil is most active when animals interact heavily with humans.
Keep a small statue of the benevolent Salamander in your house at all times. Then sprinkle the statue daily with fresh animal blood that your pocket can afford. And if you do not have any animal blood use your blood. Do not keep Salamander waiting for blood, remember his great wrath.
Make sure you cry with tears for his superiority and majesty while you are covered in sweat and dirt. Our benevolent god does not like it when we humans, who are unclean, try to act against our nature.]
I would have tossed this book in a bonfire had it not been critical historically. It follows nothing but assumptions and abuses logic.
I heard soft footsteps heading my way to the library. It was Pia as expected, breathing heavily after sprinting through the stairs.
"Your Majesty," said Pia. "I have the key to lord Salam's private room. May I open it?"
"It is a room with sensitive information," I replied. "I cannot let you enter the room or see any of its contents until I view it first."
Pia gave me these sad and 'you are cruel' looks as I snatched the key from her hand with a bit of force and walked to the mysterious iron door.
I unlocked and opened the iron door. It was much heavier than what I had expected.
No light could enter the room unless you had the door open. I have expected the private room to be full of books and manuscripts, or with weapons and gold. But there was none of that.
The whole room had only three items: a wooden table, a wooden chair, and three strange cubes on the table.
The three cubes were hexagonal, in green, red, and yellow colors each.
Lord Salam you bastard... now I regret killing you.
Advertisement
Papercuts to Fell Immortals
Qing Shen is a girl from the counrtyside, forced into a role she never wanted by a Young Master who's infamy is spread throughout the land. As a Cultivator in the path to immortality, Qing Shen has to deal with her own problems as well as the mysteries surrounding her Young Master. Things, however, are not as they seem, and the young girl finds that sometimes the truth is more unbelievable than the lies we often follow. . . . If you want a less hidden-meaning summary: This story is about the struggles of one girl as she tries to become an Immortal. There won't be any meaningful romance, but there will be a plot that spans most of the story, and violence. Oh the violence! I'm not going to say that my ideas are 100% original (because hoo boy are there a lot of Wuxia), but hopefully I can write something entertaining. Guaranteed things: 1. Cliche events with a twist (I mean, it's literally in the description) 2. Important Characters will have backstories and motivations that will hopefully make them not one-dimensional (honestly, that's just normal stuff...) 3. Untrustworthy characters (everyone in the story lies, even me, so don't trust everything you read... but at the same time, trust everything you read) 4. Goodish grammar (not gonna say mine's the best, but it's readable in most cases) 5. Plot! (Everywhere!) 6. worldbuilding? (Should be there somewhere, but I probably won't do blatant info dumps... probably) 7. Character development? (Its there... at some point...) 8. The story gets dark at some points (if you don't like characters dying, then this might not be your cup of tea) 9. A strong main character? (She'll be strong, yes. However, her enemies are also strong. If everyone is strong, then is she no longer strong? My brain hurts) 10. Wow, this list is going on for awhile... uh, Believable and reasonable Action? (I mean, I'm writing for mainly my fun, so if I want a fight scene, then I might craft a scenario to explain it... or I might suddenly throw in a Dragon and call it a day) This story also goes by the same name over on Webnovel.com, but I'm going to be updating it here because, well I want to. They are both by me, and created by me. If there's anything that seems like a copy of another work, then that's just the genre being saturated by everything under the sun.
8 153A Tale of the Golden Crown
Life is unpredictable. If you turn left, you could meet the love of your life. Turn right, and be a millionaire. And if you think you are clever, go straight, only to be killed by brick-kun and reincarnate as an Heir to a Duchy. Which is fine as long you ignore plots, rivalries and struggles for power, but even if the tales of the Golden Crown are so many as stars in the sky, they all weigh the same in the end. Follow with me the story of Leonidas, as he tries to find his way in a Kingdom at the verge of a civil war and to find out, what the rules of his rule should be, so that his own crown would not crush him to death. And of course, conquest and plots! And action! I hope… Hi! The story is a little bit inspired by CK2 and Stronghold and serves two purposes: to better my writing skills and to have fun! So, I welcome grammatical criticism and pointing out plot holes, as I would want the story to make sense for my readers too! Have fun! 31.05.2022. Currently in Hiatus, as I hit a wall in writing conversations. So I will try something else and come back later to this story. Cover by: "File:Schatzkammer Residenz Muenchen Krone des Koenigreichs Bayern2.jpg" by Schatzkammer_Residenz_Muenchen_Krone_des_Koenigreichs_Bayern.jpg: MatthiasKabel derivative work: CSvBibra (talk) is licensed under CC BY 2.5. To view a copy of this license, visit https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.5/?ref=openverse&atype=rich Found on https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=10819020
8 190Behemoth hunters
In this world exists giant monsters called behemoths. Specialized hunters team use tactics and ingenuity to oppose the constant threat and bring those terrible creatures down at great risks for their own lives. This story follows one such group of hunters in day by day lives. Despite the name, it is a semi-realistic world, do no expect epic fights, victory is all about preparation.
8 162Today a Millionaire, Tomorrow a Maid {COMPLETED}
This story is under major editing, a spin-off is to be published soon, please follow me to stay updated if you enjoy reading my stories:) ~*~*~*SYNOPSIS: expect the unexpected they say, well Adriana Lockwood surely wasn't expecting to go from being a millionaire living with her mom doing nothing, to working for a billionaire as a maid. and he's not just any billionaire, his reputation precedes him, as he is known for being ruthless, egotistical, mysterious, and heartless but oh so full of charm and charisma. Today a millionaire, Tomorrow a maid ©~*~*~*Highest Rankings: #13 New Adult
8 142Gilded Cage~ Shapeshifter Rebirth
"You're just my tool. Know your place." It's her duty to follow her master's command. Even at the risk of injuring herself or losing her mind. It's his right to make use of her cold-heartedly. Even discarding her when she had become useless. She was a bird trapped inside a gilded cage, slowly losing her mind in the process.He was the heir of the country, regretting things he had lost in the process of power chasing. Could she ever be saved? Could he get back what he had lost? A love story between an antagonist and a side character.Melancholic Sword Apprentice (hidden shape-shifter) × Cunning Cold-hearted Master of Ivory Manor
8 101writer in the dark - neil perry
bet you rue the dayyou kissed a writer in the dark.in which the dead poets have an alluring, quiet girl from their sister school join their club and neil perry takes an interest in her and her writing.-dead poets societyneil perry x fem!oc@lovrsrck 2022
8 530