Lord of Myths: I Can Summon and Fuse Divine Powers.-Chapter 66: Releasing the Seal in the Golden City. (1)

The stars shone in the sky, bathing the dark night with thousands of lights.

It was as if the firmament had filled with millions of light beacons, each one projecting a light of a different color.

The light bathed the city of Aurudil, the golden city.

The golden palace reflected the starlight, being illuminated and acquiring an ethereal majesty.

The lights reflected on the sacred palace, shining with blue, green and white colors on the golden surface.

The palace was composed of ivory columns and gold-bathed walls, which elevated its magnificence even more.

Many liked to observe the palace at night, it was almost a tourist attraction, hundreds of people went to the great central square to observe that majestic spectacle.

A large number of people gathered in front of the palace as they observed it, enraptured by so much beauty.

That was perfect for Epimetheus.

A distracted crowd, in which he could blend.

He entered it, carrying Caligo with him, and no one paid him attention.

Not even when his appearance returned to that of the priest, even changing his clothes to that white robe with golden embroidery.

No one paid him attention, as they were too distracted watching that ethereal spectacle at the castle.

Epimetheus passed through the crowd, coming into contact with many people.

With a simple touch the man managed to alter each one’s Devastra, as if he had hacked them.

Epimetheus could modify Devastras with terrifying ease, changing their functioning, corrupting them.

Of course his plan wasn’t to create a scandal now, but at a certain moment, that’s why the modification of each Devastra functioned with a countdown.

He knew one of his clones was using the chimeras that had cost him so much to create.

In other words, Epimetheus feared running out of his distraction, a distraction he would need to carry out his plan.

Epimetheus smiled as he left that annoying crowd, he had "infected" around thirty-six people.

At the right moment, the "infection" would activate, which would force the demonization of the affected people, in such a way that they would lose control.

A grand spectacle that unfortunately he wouldn’t be able to observe.

After that, Epimetheus kept walking, approaching the palace, toward a more discreet entrance.

There, some guards were waiting.

They wore golden armor and were armed with imposing artifacts.

Epimetheus knew it, the templars were all exceptional warriors.

Of course, against him they couldn’t do much, but that wasn’t the point.

Epimetheus approached calmly, with a smile, while Caligo walked beside him, being pulled by a chain created by golden and silver mosaics.

She also had keter shackles on her arms and legs, which seemed excessive to chain a child.

Caligo didn’t seem too dangerous, she was a thin girl with grayish hair and an empty gaze.

Using keter shackles seemed extremely excessive for someone like her.

Epimetheus knew it, after all, he didn’t fear the girl, and also knew he didn’t need those shackles.

He had made them almost symbolically.

Though it was more for his cover.

The old man approached the guards, with a kind smile as he dragged poor Caligo.

"Good evening, dear templars, how is your night?" the priest asked kindly as he observed the templars.

The templars didn’t usually talk much, they were trained for that.

Unless it was a citizen asking for help, they couldn’t be distracted from their post.

However, they knew Epimetheus, they didn’t know his name or anything like that, but they did know he was a high-ranking priest.

Priests were obviously the exception to the rule, along with other privileged ones like nobles.

Besides, Epimetheus was elderly, so they saw him with more respect.

That’s why, when he asked, they responded, as it should be.

"Well, honorable priest, thank you for asking," one of the templars responded.

He seemed young from his voice, which could only mean he was someone talented, since a position like palace guardian wasn’t easily obtained.

Epimetheus internally lamented that such talent would be lost that night.

After all, he admired talent and hated to see it wasted.

That’s why when he saw Emiris he couldn’t help but see a diamond in the rough, and infinite potential.

That added to how easy it was to manipulate him, made him a perfect pawn.

"You know, the usual, nothing interesting happens, but we have to stay here watching anyway," the other guard muttered, with a rougher and more vulgar tone.

Epimetheus felt immediate rejection at that second templar’s response.

It was clear this one had more experience, and his voice denoted clear condescension, something Epimetheus didn’t like.

However, internally he was amused, because ironically that night something interesting would happen.

Something that would make that guy miss his "boring" guard duties.

"I see, the holy ministry appreciates your service, may Od’Zohar bless you with his light," the old man answered with a kind smile.

At those words the younger templar bowed respectfully.

"Thank you very much for your blessing, your holiness," the young man thanked.

Though the other templar didn’t respond anything.

"Well, if it’s not too much trouble, I’d like to enter the palace, I have certain matters to attend to," Epimetheus said with a kind smile.

Now he just had to enter, and go to "that place" to find what he was looking for.

However, instead of seeing the templars open the entrance, he saw the younger one receive him with an uncomfortable look, and then look at his companion.

"I’m sorry, we have orders not to let anyone pass," the templar said dryly, looking seriously at the priest. "I hope you can attend to your matters at another temple."

Epimetheus raised an eyebrow, completely confused.

That was new.

What was the reason?

Was it those damn inspectors?

Epimetheus tried to remain calm, without losing his image of an elderly and affable priest, responding calmly.

"Oh but I really need to enter the palace, are you sure I can’t enter? I’m a priest, I’m not just any passerby," the priest affirmed with a kind smile, though slightly unsettling.

The templar however shook his head, apparently annoyed.

"The orders were very clear, not to let anyone enter, no matter who they were," the templar assured.

Epimetheus’s gaze darkened, he didn’t expect something like this to happen.

Generally priests could enter the palace, but for some reason, just that day no one could enter.

That certainly annoyed Epimetheus, it was very inconvenient for him.

"Perhaps you can do what you wanted to do at another temple," the younger one said, trying to comfort the priest.

However, Epimetheus shook his head.

"No, what I need is inside here," the old man affirmed irritated.

He didn’t expect to have to act violently from the beginning, but they weren’t leaving him another option.

"By the way, who is that girl? And what is she doing with those shackles?" the older templar asked aggressively, as if looking for a fight.

That annoyed Epimetheus even more.

"It’s none of your business," the old man affirmed with a dry tone, giving the templar a defiant look.

The younger one looked clearly uncomfortable in that situation, casting glances at Epimetheus and his companion as if he didn’t know which side to be on, or how to stop the fight.

In contrast, the older guard seemed to get even more annoyed, so much so that he pointed his spear at Epimetheus.

"Do you dare question a templar? That’s like directly questioning the will of the holy ministry, and therefore, heresy," the templar affirmed with a rough tone.

The younger templar seemed alarmed at those words.

"Don’t say that! He’s a priest, we’re both servants of the holy ministry, we shouldn’t fight against ourselves," the boy tried to calm down, as he extended his arm over the templar’s spear and pushed it down so it wouldn’t point at Epimetheus.

The old man let out a dry laugh, almost as if the matter amused him.

"I suppose it doesn’t matter too much anyway, in any case, there was going to be a commotion anyway," the man affirmed with a mocking tone.

Both templars looked at him with confusion, not understanding what Epimetheus meant.

Was he giving up on entering or what was happening?

The truth is it was quite the opposite.

"Open the damn door," Epimetheus ordered severely.

The first thing the templar did was try to refuse, he was annoyed.

He had never liked priests.

He saw them as effeminate scholars who did nothing but fool around and stupidly bless people.

Unlike him, who was a military man, who had trained his body and Devastra to be a warrior.

He deserved recognition, and not just dedicating himself to guarding doors.

Priests received better salaries while doing easy and comfortable work.

Templars got their hands dirty and did the dirty work when priests ordered them to.

And yet, priests had an unpleasant air of superiority, as if they believed themselves superior to them.

It was irritating.

And now that he had the opportunity to hit one of those stupid priests, he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.

However, his body didn’t move.

Which left him completely confused.

Instead, his arm stretched out and opened the palace door along with his companion, acting against his will.

"Thank you, and goodbye forever," the old man said as he entered the palace.

That’s when he realized, Epimetheus had used heka against them.