Reincarnated Hero System - Chapter 1253 - 1253: Nemain's Conundrum

“I’m sorry, but WHAT?”

The disbelief in Nemain’s voice was clear as day. Nemain knew Ferrid and had fought alongside him during the war 1000 years ago, which made it difficult to process what Evan had just said about Ferrid leading the Demonic Hand.

‘The Ferrid who objected to the Dimensional Rift Experiments the most? Why would he now be trying to break open the sealed rift?’

Just as Nemain had that thought, Evan continued speaking.

“It’s complicated. Even I don’t truly understand what is going through Ferrid’s mind. However, it is true that Ferrid is the current leader of the Demonic Hand. You can confirm that information with ‘Aidos’ after I leave, but for now, can I continue with my explanation?”

Nemain nodded after a moment of silence.

“Very well. Continue.”

“Good. As I was saying, if you attempt to protect that item, Ferrid would not hesitate to deploy his strongest combat asset against you, the Second Finger of the Demonic Hand, even if doing so requires using one of his limited Commands over her. That plan is important enough that he would not hesitate to expend one.”

He continued without pause.

“The Second Finger of the Demonic Hand is the last surviving member of the Keasatra family, and she is currently the highest levelled Aidosian on this planet.

To put it bluntly, if you fight her, you will die.

Even if you somehow manage to escape, the injuries would leave you so weakened that you would no longer be capable of contributing properly to the defence of this planet against Gozon.”

Evan’s expression remained serious as he concluded.

“For that reason, I am asking you not to intervene. Let them steal the item.”

Nemain considered Evan’s words in silence.

He knew of the Keasatra family, and he knew of the deaths of the last two members he had been aware of. However, he had never heard that they had a daughter, nor did he know anything about her current power level.

At the same time, he could not think of any reason why Evan would travel all the way down here simply to lie to him about something like this.

“That is the first reason why I want you to refrain from attempting to stop them from stealing that item,” Evan said. “The second reason also concerns the security of this planet.”

Leaning forward slightly, Evan explained.

“Stealing that item is necessary for the Demonic Hand’s plans. I am fully aware of those plans, and I will inform Altrishia and others when the time is right. I want them to steal the item and follow their original plan as closely as possible.

If anyone tries to stop them, they will surely change their strategy into something I am not aware of. It is far better for us if they execute the plan I already know. That way, we know what to prepare for and won’t be caught completely off guard.”

Evan leaned back in his seat, drawing a line across the table with his fingers as he finished.

“While they do know that I am aware of their plans and have already begun altering certain things, there are aspects of those plans that they simply cannot change, and I don’t want to give them any reasons to alter anything else.”

After hearing Evan’s request, Nemain drummed his fingers on the table and said, “You speak logic.”

“Yes, and you currently feel emotion,” Evan replied.

Evan’s words hit the mark, and Nemain did not bother denying it.

Shrugging, Evan continued, “I will not deny that I can only speak logic because I was not personally involved. If I said I understood what you are feeling right now, it would be nothing more than a big lie.”

Nemain looked up from the table at Evan, then stopped drumming his fingers as he pushed back his chair and stood.

He walked a bit to the side, then turned and pointed at Evan as he said, “I know your type. You are the kind who would not make such a request if you did not have some backup plan in case it was refused.

You felled that Artificial Divine Messenger in a single strike. With your power, I doubt that even if I broke my oath and returned to my full level, I could defeat you.

If I rejected your request, I have little doubt you would turn that same power against me.”

Evan simply chuckled at the man’s words.

“Oh, please, I would very much like to keep violence as my second option.”

“And I am no lover of violence either,” Nemain responded immediately.

He stopped walking away from the table and looked at the murals lining the walls of the hall before saying, “I do not wish for that power of yours to be turned against me, Prisma.”

The moment he called Evan Prisma, Evan’s expression changed, a small smile curling his lips.

“Oh, you’re aware of my previous incarnation? That’s surprising. I don’t think you were alive while he was active.”

The current Year was 1056 of the 51st General Calendar, making it exactly 5,006 years since Prisma began reincarnating in mortal bodies, with Evan being the latest.

Nemain was just under 3,000 years old, so he had not been alive during Prisma’s earlier incarnations.

“I wasn’t, but when I was a hatchling, I discovered a recording stone showing you, and the then newly ascended god Queens Artemisia Delgasso and Beatrix Xagna storming the Alpha Continent and slaughtering all the Old gods within the crumbling Council of Kings.

Your prismatic flames made hundred-thousand-year-old gods scream in agony. I certainly don’t want those directed at me.”

“My flames are far from as powerful as that. I’m just a mortal, you know?” Evan said with a chuckle.

‘For now, though,’ he added in his mind.

Nemain shifted his gaze from the murals on the wall back to Evan before speaking.

“Fine, I shall accept your request. I will not intervene if I detect any demonic humans trying to steal from Altrishia’s island.”

Evan smiled brightly at his words, pushing his chair back as he spoke.

“Thank you very much, Nemain. Now then, I need to return to the surface.”

With those words, he activated his Mystic Eyes and vanished in a flash, teleporting from the hall.

Left behind, Nemain muttered to himself.

“Ferrid, huh? That is quite the reveal, but even greater is his existence on this planet.”

He looked down at the ground below him and spoke to the planet itself.

“To think you really have such an existence serving as your Hero, ‘Aidos’.”

godslayer King ‘Prisma’.

The man who singlehandedly ended the Great Valmone War by luring all remaining warmongers to a single location and slaughtering them, the armies of millions of Race Kings and Queens.

His actions weakened all the intergalactic factions to the point where they simply could not continue the war.

“It was rumoured that he died just a decade after ending the war, but I now know how false that is. To think his reincarnation is a Hero of this planet.”

Despite this, Nemain couldn’t help but feel a sense of apprehension.

He recalled that day over a thousand years ago, when the dimensional rift on the Dark Continent first opened, and the power flowing from it forcibly expanded it.

‘That Authority…’

The man walked back to his chair and sat down, leaning back as he muttered, “Times have changed. The Great Prisma is now a mortal, the New gods have broken up, and the true mastermind behind the invasion of this world is the god Queen of Time and Space, Beatrix Kirone Xagna, someone who knows his powers and his tricks.”

Nemain raised his head, looking toward the Dark Continent as he exhaled softly.

“I’m afraid this impending re-invasion of Gozon will not end so simply.”