SSS-Class Revival Hunter-Chapter 211: What the Goddess Has (1)

Because of a certain incident that occurred when the conflict between demi-humans and humans in the kingdom was at its peak, Amethyst became widely known as a wacko. An individual known as the Noir Witch was the leader of a terrorist organization that slaughtered humans. Another group known as the Stone Assembly massacred demi-humans.

Retaliation after retaliation. Resentment followed after anger. People killed and were killed. There was no time for the hatred between species to cool down.

“The distinction between humans and demi-humans should be stricter!” the kingdom’s conservative nobles demanded.

“My respected fellow nobles of the assembly! The chaos plaguing this kingdom is caused by the indiscriminate mix of humans and demi-humans, morality and immorality, and civilization and incivility.

“According to the marriage act, marriage between a human and a demi-human is permitted. Not only that, even same-sex and incestuous marriages are legal! These are all products of barbarism from hundreds of years ago. Things that should not mix are doing exactly that, so how can we hope for peace in the world? In indignation, the faction proposes the Seventh Integrated Marriage Act.”

Baroness Amethyst looked at the Noble Assembly and smiled. “Interesting.”

That month, a family war broke out in the Barony District of Amethyst. Once war between families was officially declared, third parties couldn’t intervene hastily. The family that fought against the baronial family belonged to Baroness Citrine. The two families had originally been one family but they split apart six generations ago.

Citrine’s declaration of a family war was sudden, but she was confident about her victory. The kingdom was falling apart, and the fall of Amethyst’s family was happening faster than she expected. When Lady Amethyst killed her father and became Baroness Amethyst, all the vassals and people who had been loyal to her father left.

Citrine nocked her arrow. “I didn’t want to do this.”

When they were young, Citrine and Amethyst had been as close as sisters. The two had even been kidnapped by terrorists together. Citrine looked sad as she recalled the now-distant past.

She bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry, Amethy.”

Amethyst smiled brightly. “There’s no need to be sorry, Citrine. I wanted this.”

Citrine’s army suffered a crushing defeat. All of the reports she had received were fabricated. Amethyst’s family was indeed falling, but she herself was a genius. All the old vassals had left, but new vassals had been appointed in their places.

Citrine didn’t know that an archwizard, who had spent the past sixty years in seclusion to study, suddenly became Amethyst’s confidant. The price an incompetent noble had to pay was high.

Citrine looked solemn. “I don’t care if I die, but please spare my vassals. Their only crime is that they obeyed me."

“Interesting. Too bad I intend to do exactly the opposite.”

Amethyst slit the throats of the captured enemy vassals one by one. By the time her third vassal’s head hit the ground, Citrine fell to her knees, her solemn determination having vanished long ago. She finally realized later that she had prepared for war, not defeat.

“Sorry. No, my apologies, Baroness Amethyst. Please forgive my vassals... Their actions were justified because they were following my orders. When I was caught, they surrendered. Please... Please.”

“There is one way to do this,” Amethyst whispered into the ear of her distant relative. “I’ll formally request a noble trial. Just do as I say there.”

The nobles of the capital gathered at the trial hall to watch the ruling on the family war. The one at fault was obvious. Citrine’s family had declared war first, she had fired the first arrow, and her family was defeated.

The conservative noble faction raised suspicion that the reports were fabricated, but there was no evidence. The only witness was Citrine’s vassal but, unfortunately, he was unable to attend the trial because he was one of the three vassals whose throat Amethyst had slit not too long ago.

“Ah do reckon Baroness Amethyst done won ‘erself a fair victory.,” the judge said with an accent. “From this moment on, all of Baroness Citrine’s lands, ‘er holdings, an’ the lives she once ruled over—will belong to Baroness Amethyst.”

“That means that I get to make all the decisions regarding these people, including Baroness Citrine’s life, yes?”

“Aye, that do be right.”

“Did you hear that, Citrine?”

Citrine lowered her hand. Her hands were tied up. “Yes.”

“I’ll generously spare your remaining vassals. Instead, vow that you’ll leave your life, fate, and everything else in my hands.”

“You already have everything I have. I’ll comply with whatever demand you make without arguing.”

The nobles sitting in the audience clicked their tongues and scrunched their faces. The conservative faction had been the one to instigate Citrine to declare war.

Amethyst turned toward these nobles and offered a beaming smile. “Then marry me, Citrine.”

Citrine looked up.

“If you do, I will forgive you.”

The conservative nobles’ jaws dropped to the floor.

Amethyst turned to the judge. “Your Honor? I would like to register my marriage. Please let me do so.”

The judge of the capital court pressed a palm to his forehead. “Hold on now.”

His mind spun quickly. All laws were promulgated by a royal decree or enacted by the Noble Assembly’s vote. The marriage act was part of the assembly act. And all the laws of the act were recorded in hundreds of minutes called the Assembly General Minute. Actually, they resembled bricks more than actual books.

Anyhow, the presiding judge remembered all the meeting minutes that had been accumulated for almost two thousand years.

“The Fifth Marriage Act says kin can marry just fine, so there’s no need to be lookin’ through the Sixth. Same-sex marriage wasn’t allowed in the Third Act, but the Fifth Act says otherwise. A noble weddin’ needs noble folk to witness it...”

The judge looked around and nodded. The nobles in the auditorium were still in shock.

“An’ that part’s been handled. The notarization... Aye, I can take care of that meself. Now then, does anyone here got a word ‘gainst this union?”

No one could say anything.

“The family battle’s done, no question. Baroness Amethyst stands the rightful victor. She’s got the claim, an’ all that’s been won is accounted for. As for Baroness Citrine... her fate now rests with Baroness Amethyst. The baroness has full right over ‘er an’ means to take ‘er as ‘er wife.”

Only then did the nobles get over their shock, but it was already too late.

“So be it. I hereby register this marriage.”

It was a same-sex incestuous marriage. The political implications of this incident were clear. The conservative faction realized that an eighteen-year-old noble, a new baroness, had flipped them the bird just now.

It didn’t take too long for the world to realize that Amethyst was a wacko.

The Shackle of Madness

Class: A—

Effect: A dragon’s curse.

A person who possesses this Skill can never go mad. Mental attacks and magic may work on them, but the assailants can’t make them go crazy. The person is always aware of where, when, and who they are.

This was a curse a dragon invented to protect the mind of a human they fell in love with. According to legend, the dragon’s lover went mad because they couldn’t go crazy.

※Once this Skill is acquired, it can never be turned off.

The families of Amethyst and Citrine merged. Citrine lost her title and became Lady Citrine. The merge made Amethyst rise to a viscountess rank. After six generations, the divided family became one again.

“That crazy bitch!”

There was no way the conservative nobles would just sit back and watch this. Dozens of lofty nobles gritted their teeth. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

“She’s such a lunatic.”

Even the faction that was hostile to the conservative faction didn’t sit idly.

“But is there anything else she’s great at besides madness?”

Dozens of shallow nobles acknowledged Amethyst as a fresh breeze in high society.

One of the six duchesses in the kingdom, the Unconditioned Duchess, also known as the Ludic Duchess for taking care of all the artists in the kingdom, began to show interest in Amethyst. It was already evident from her tendency to look after artists that the duchess wasn’t in her right mind either.

“I’m good at everything,” Amethyst said.

“133,643 people have said that to me before.”

The Unconditioned Duchess was an Ascendant. In this world, a human who overcame a Trial received a dragon’s blessing. Of course, the blessing wasn’t omnipotent, so it couldn’t stop a lunatic from swinging a sword at an Ascendant while she was walking down the street.

The duchess was careful whenever she went out for a walk. Because she was so cautious, she hadn’t been stabbed to death in the past thousands of years. If nobles wanted to maintain their heads on their shoulders, they had to be that careful at least.

Amethyst bowed. “Your Grace, isn’t life unbearably boring?”

“Oh, that’s a pretty good start. 517,570 people have said that to me.”

“You take care of artists. An artist could be so skilled that their work looks more divine than a halo or as realistic as an actual flooding river. Still, they can’t save you.”

“Why?”

“After all, art will matter more to them than you ever will.”

The duchess felt it was worth paying more attention to the young woman in front of her. She asked, “What do you mean?”

Amethyst could feel the prey in front of her approaching the trap. “Artists who are less talented than you worship you. But no matter how much they serve you, their art is so unimportant that they cannot save you. Artists who are more talented than you don’t really care about you. No matter how great their works are, their eyes are not on you, so they can’t save you.”

“Hmm.”

“You’re destined to never have anything you wish for. You’ll just fall in love over and over again without having your feelings reciprocated. Your Grace, there is only one way to save yourself.”

The duchess scoffed. “Taking care of you?”

“Yes. I’ll create artworks for you, Your Grace. My wedding was truly interesting, so it would have been like sweet rain after a long drought in your life. Your Grace, the duchess of entertainment, don’t you want to have a person whose life is pure art?”

“20,351 people have said that to me.”

Amethyst turned her back to the duchess. “I’m more talented than you.”

Musical instruments were placed in the duchess’ quarter, a graveyard of music. Whenever a particularly favored musician of hers died, the duchess took their instruments and kept them until she found an artist she favored more.

Amethyst walked over and played the piano that had been in this grave for over seventeen hundred years.

The Three Evils of the Royal Road

Class: A—

Effect: You love music and have a natural talent for song composition and performance.

Notes that are far apart sound connected. You can intuitively perceive the first and last measures of the score at the same time.

In the indiscriminate noises scattered in nature, you take notice of the rhythm of a stream, maple leaves crunching under one’s feet, and children cooing.

You are a tyrant. Because you exist, people will now think of your melody when they hear a stream, just as the sound of a frog is defined as a croak and the sound of a clock as a tick tock.

Your music will dominate human anger, despair, joy, and every other emotion.

Bless the future queen.

※The Skill requires you to practice every day.

When Amethyst finished playing the piano, the duchess nodded. “750 people.”

“I’m beautiful and outstandingly talented. Everyone will recognize and praise my music, work, and life. Nevertheless, I shall dedicate my glory to you, Your Grace. Only then will you have the entire world in your hands.”

The duchess yawned, resting her chin on the armrest. “102 people. Even if everything you say turns out to be true, that just means that you owe your skills to astronomical odds. Despite this, you developed such friendly feelings toward me, making me a very, very, very lucky person.”

The duchess’ gaze was indifferent. These were the eyes of a person whose excitement had rotted away after a thousand years.

“Me being the luckiest woman of the century means I love the coincidences and fate of this world. To love coincidences... Is that what you want me to do?”

Amethyst shook her head. “Kind of, but not really. I can love you more than you love yourself.”

Finally, the duchess looked into Amethyst’s eyes.

“You don’t need to love anything else. My love will be enough. Finally, you’ll be able to hold someone else in your heart. Once that happens, you will finally be able to accomplish what you have been putting off for a thousand years.”

“And what would that be?”

“Suicide. I will let you kill yourself.”

Rain could be heard from outside. The duchess was silent. Old musical instruments still littered her graveyard. After some time, she said, “I heard that you dragged your dad into the woods and beat him to death.”

“Yes.”

“I want to kill you.”

“Yes.”

“I also want to see you alive.”

“I know.”

The duchess took out a dice. “I’ll test your luck.”

She rolled her dice every time she made an important decision. She was strong because she always agreed to the outcome determined by the dice, not allowing anyone else to interfere with her decisions.

Many years ago, after suppressing a count’s rebellion, the duchess had decided with her dice whether to wipe out the prisoners. The dice had given her an odd number, so twenty thousand prisoners were killed. People, including the duchess herself, thought she was a lunatic.

“If I get an odd number, I’ll kill you. If not, I’ll spare you.”

“If you roll a six, please treasure me. You can kill me when the dice gives you any other number.”

“I’m the one who gets to decide that.”

The duchess rolled the dice on the graveyard’s wooden floor.

Dice’s Loved One.

Class: SSS

Effect: Heavenly Luck.

She looked at the dice. Amethyst didn’t. Her eyes were fixed on the duchess, who could protect Amethyst from the conservative faction and everyone else who could threaten her.

“Have I become your chosen human, Your Grace?”

After that day, Amethyst became known as the Unconditioned Duchess’ pet.