Adelaide's Pov

I ate slowly, savoring the delicious cuisine the Orbritush Kingdom offers. Yesterday presented itself to be a whirlwind.

I shake my head as countless thoughts pass. First of all, Prince Charles, another reincarnator. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he seems to be an unenthusiastic participant.

Then that'll just mean one less participant, and I'd also rather not antagonize the Orbritush Kingdom. Then again, there is a chance we'll be marrying, though it could be for some time.

I stop eating as another headache comes, the result of our diplomatic endeavors. Ended up creating a commonwealth.

Though admittedly, having two nations as your powerbase does sound good. Sadly, ill be sharing the power in doing so.

A situation that id rather not get into, though admittedly, the three princes seem competent. I'd rather be married to Charles, a man born with my own sense of values, I hope.

And if he continues to remain uninvolved, that'll just mean an easier decision for national affairs. I shake my head, and I shouldn't think about this too much. The creation of the commonwealth will, after all, only happen in my day of marriage.

I continue to eat as a weird view enters my vision slowly—Ceri, walking in circles, one I consider an extraordinary circumstance.

I ask her a question in response to her worried thinking. "Ceri, are you all right?" Ceri looks at me and groans. "Why did I agree to this."

I look at her offended, "Excuse me?" She stood straight and walked towards me. She sat down and spoke gravely. "Is there any way? You could leave here and never return?"

I looked at her confused and spoke, "No, there's no way." I look at her expression, turning despondent. "I know, Ugh, I just hoped we didn't involve ourselves with him."

I asked, a bit curious. After all, this is the first time I've seen Ceri worried. "Him? Who is it?" She sighs and summoned the blanket, covering herself in what she considered safe.

"Lord Viktor." She spoke gravely as if the words itself held power. She continued as she snuggled deeper in her blanket. "Lord Viktor is another senior executive."

I ask her, confused, "And?" Ceri sighs deeply, "Remember when I told you that the Board members of AFTERLIFE can create a universe?" I nod, reminded of her quick explanation.

She nods satisfied, "At least you remember," She showed her finger, "Such power cannot be achieved through normal means."

She pointed at me, "Even with a legend you can create in this world." She waves her hand dismissively. "There is no possible way to reach that level of power, even if you repeat it a thousand times."

I keep listening, knowing that she wouldn't be explaining something this seriously without a situation forcing her to do so.

I spoke a bit worried "Then?" She sighs. "That means men of such significant power have to take control of a concept!"

I look at her, questioning, "Concept?" She looks down, summoning a cup of coffee. "A concept is an idea, it could be taken from another, or you can create your own." She drinks it one gulp after she finishes.

Now with energy brimming in her eyes, she spoke a bit dramatic "As long as it exists within the minds of humanity, you can siphon power off of it,"

She dismisses the blanket as she sat straight, giving an air of power, something I have not seen exude even once.

"A concept also holds various benefits, if one controls a concept," The room was covered in a blue sky. "One can act upon its limitless boundaries." The words followed a stormy sky and loud thunder echoing through the room.

Ceri notices my confused expression, and spoke "For example then, Time, is a concept controlled by a board member, the man can control time as easy as breathing,"

She looks down as the cup of coffee seemingly refills, "He can rewind, fast forward or just stop time, for he is TIME."

The words mark themselves upon my head, a power unimaginable by the hands of a being. I look at her in trepidation. "That sounds terrifying." She nods back.

I look at her in worry. "Then why do you wish for me to leave?" Her behavior falters as she groans in her hand as the blue recedes back, revealing the room as it was before.

She looked at me through her finger and spoke a bit worried. "Among us senior executives, Lord Viktor is a name among legends."

I swallow dryly and felt afraid if a man can be a legend among legends. Then what kind of person could he possibly be.

"He's also one of the youngest," Ceri shakes her head, straightening her back, and looked around. She whispers closer, "And the only one stepping on the border of being a board member."

I nod, knowing the gravity of the situation. "Then is he here?" She nods gravely, and I freeze in fear. "Is he really that scary?"

She shakes her head, "The problem isn't his personality, it's his chosen concept. one which he is currently in the precipice of completion." I hesitantly ask her a question, knowing the answer could terrify me to no end.

"What is his concept?"

Ceri swallows dryly and spoke with a voice filled with fear

"HELL"

"Hell?" That doesn't sound as bad as I thought. I went closer and whispered to her a question, "I don't get it."

Ceri shakes her head in disappointment and whispers. "It means that he is the personification of hell."

That sounds ingeniously powerful, and I look back to Ceri, mirroring my expression filled with fear. Ceri sighs and once again hid in a blanket.

She spoke, voice muffled, "I have seen him floating near that prince of yours." I look at her, shocked, "Charles?" Ceri nods affirmatively, and I stop in contemplation.

I ask Ceri another question to confirm my suspicion. "Do senior executives get to choose their apprentice?"

Ceri spoke, voice filled with realization. "Yes, although it is a requirement of us to at least choose an apprentice once throughout our career."

If Lord Viktor is as powerful as Ceri says, what could have attracted him to be a mentor to Charles?