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Chapter 6: Dream
AROUND the same time Takuto had regained consciousness and was putting his talent to use directing Mynoghra, the Cult of Ira steadily expanded its reach from Dragontan. They were currently focusing their energy on building their headquarters.
The followers of Ira had purchased a large mansion once home to a wealthy man in the town’s business district. They had remodeled the building and were using it as their meetinghouse. Although only a few short days had passed since the cult’s founding, they were beginning to take shape as an organization.
“Heeeey, Archlector Idiot. You here?” a girl called out with a lack of respect and courtesy as she entered a simple room within the meetinghouse that was a repurposed servant’s quarters. She was one of the rare few Goatmen living in Dragontan. Her human traits were dominant, so the only way to identify her as a Goatman was by her horns and ears.
She looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her ferocious Goatman-distinct eyes and brusque attitude drew immediate attention when she entered the room. If she only kept her mouth shut, no man would be able to leave the exquisitely dressed young lady with stunning horns alone.
The girl’s name was Yona’Yona. She held the rank of Lector within the Cult of Ira and was the second in charge.
Е̄nu m̈ а̀. ĭ d
Deep in thought inside the sparse room with nothing besides a chair, Vittorio responded blasély, “Mnnn? Uh-huh, I’m heeeere.”
As for what the Spin Doctor had been up to lately, there was surprisingly nothing of note. Once he’d finished establishing the cult’s foundation, he left all the proselytizing and routine duties to the followers and spent the rest of his days holed up in his room. He was the founder and Archlector of the Cult of Ira whether he liked it or not. As someone who should be going out and preaching the evil word to his followers, Vittorio’s current actions—or rather, inaction—were problematic to say the least.
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But the Cult of Ira was a religion with an easy-to-understand doctrine. The cult ran relatively smoothly, with each member holding meetings to praise Takuto’s accomplishments. Of course, various issues and problems always arise when people gather together. Whenever they came across a problem only Vittorio could solve, they naturally came to him about it.
“…Sooo? What kinda business do you have with moi, a man who’s so damn busy he can’t even get some shuteye in peace?” Vittorio asked, annoyed. “My time is limited, little Yona’Yona.”
“Says you. You’re all talk. Don’t act all important when you haven’t done squat, you old cod. Want me to knock some sense into you?”
“Oh my, look who’s craaankyyy!”
Е̊ñ û m̈ а
Everything about Vittorio was inflammatory, but getting into a war of words with him was a waste of breath. He had his trademark sneer pasted on his ugly face and was yet again acting in a way that was hard to figure out.
Yona’Yona was thoroughly burned out from being forced into the role of Lector and buried under all of the supposed “Archlector’s” work. She thought she’d already experienced all the world’s hardships as an orphaned street urchin, but she quickly learned that brainy work was its own kind of torture. Even more so when her boss wouldn’t do a lick of work and pushed all the annoying things onto her.
Her irritation and indignation were only further enflamed by the fact most of the annoying things pushed her way included her boss’s own hairbrained antics.
She let out a long-suffering sigh. And who was it that told me a little bit of happiness escapes every time you sigh? She wondered as she glared daggers at Vittorio, resigned to the misery that was about to come.
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“Ooooh! What a piercing gaze, ma poulette! Going to scare me shitless! By the waaaaay! You must have a reason for coming all the way out to moi’s room. What in the realm of all that is evil brings you heeere?”
Few ever ventured to Vittorio’s room. The Cult of Ira had already taken flight from his nest and began doing its own thing. Only a handful of crazy people still had any interest in a man who’d neglected his Archlector duties to indulge in flights of fancy and scheming. Which was why Vittorio asked what her business was with him.
Ӗnû m̄ а . і́d
“We just got a writ from the capital. Asking us to cough up taxes to the man. How do we play it?” Yona’Yona pulled a single-page letter from her pocket. Looking closely, Vittorio could see that the purple wax was sealed with the national emblem, indicating that the missive carried a certain formality.
Until now, all important matters within Mynoghra were generally communicated directly from Takuto to his subordinates using telepathy. But that wasn’t possible with him incapacitated. This was likely why the empire-management council took a more extreme approach to getting their demands across.
Letters sealed with the national emblem held significance. They shouldn’t be treated carelessly, but Yona’Yona just tossed it at Vittorio.
“How crass!” he whimpered. “Sheesh, I wish I could see the face of the person who raised you— Oops! I forgot, your parents abandoned you! My bad—”
Yona’Yona used her Beastman agility to appear right in front of Vittorio, exhaled, and drove her fist into his stomach as hard as she could.
“AUGH! I’m anti-violence!”
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Not designed for fighting, Vittorio took that blow to the gut and fell right off his chair, letting out an obnoxious yelp as he went. He got what he deserved. Besides, even if he went to complain a teenager was beating him up, almost everyone within Mynoghra would rejoice.
Even the offender ignored his protest and continued to tell him about her business.
“You don’t have to take a jab at somebody every time ya breathe,” she quipped. “Quit yer yapping and start reading, clown. I don’t give a jot about what happens to you when you go to the capital. Just don’t inconvenience me and the followers of Ira, you got it?”
“Mm-mm-mmmm! Your faith is très bien! Buuuut, you know, you seriously lack love for moi! Show me a little more love! L’amour! More kindness! Gentil!” Though he trembled from the pain radiating from his stomach, Vittorio gave her a thumbs-up with a Cheshire grin.
This faith of hers led Vittorio to appoint Yona’Yona as Lector and his second in charge. The more faithful they are, the more useful they are. Useful not only to Vittorio, but even more so to Takuto Ira.
People with strong faith have a stronger ability to resist greed and temptation. Because they strongly rely on and cling to their faith, they don’t allow any interference from others and simply pursue the teachings of their religion. Not even Vittorio—the founder—was the exception to this rule. He spared no thoughts toward power or influence—nothing but God filled his thoughts.
Еn̈ ū mа
Everything was solely for Takuto Ira.
This was exactly the kind of perfect follower he sought—one worthy of offering prayer to their Great God.
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“You really are good at what you do, little Yona’Yona, but I really can’t approve of your violent tendencies,” Vittorio nagged. “Can you actually serve as Ira’s Lector like that?”
“Don’t worry. It might not look that way to you, but I’ve rarely been violent my whole life. Be kind to friends of Mynoghra and the followers of Ira—I’m certain God would tell me that!”
“Um, what does that make moi? Chop suey? I’m a friend of Mynoghra, aren’t I? Aren’t I?”
“Enough yappin’, more reading!”
Ӗ n ům̄а̊.. id.
Vittorio began reading the letter while exchanging casual jabs with Yona’Yona.
His schemes were going so perfectly according to plan it was scary. Yona’Yona was the ideal Lector and the best person to be the face of the Cult of Ira. The Catkin mother and daughter were also an excellent find. They were still in the early stages of their faith, but they were strong believers who didn’t know how to doubt anything. Other talented people were also gathering to support the Cult of Ira.
The number of believers steadily increased, and they were already extending their reach into Phon’kaven through trade and other means.
The number of fanatics multiplied and their prayers gathered around God. The Cult of Ira’s—Vittorio’s—goal was nearly complete.
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◇◇◇
THE eccentric trickster was dreaming alone in his room. The desire that drove him the moment since he came to this world continued to involve everything in its path as it pressed forward.
E n u ṁ а́
Every Eternal Nations’ player has tried to control Vittorio, and no one has succeeded but one. His genius can’t be fettered. He devours information greedily and spits out plans like a raging river, believing that his brain for schemes surpassing human comprehension was created just for this moment.
“Mwahahaha~!”
Everything was perfect, everything was complete.
After coming this far, no one could stop his plan, none could oppose it. Vittorio couldn’t wait to see how Takuto would react when he understood the scheme Vittorio had whipped up for him.
He was dying to see how he would evaluate his dream.
“Dream, dream, dream~.”
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The eccentric trickster tricks all. What is it he desires—what dream is he trying to have come true by tricking even the master he ardently adores?
“The stupider the dream, the more maddeningly you want it to come true. Don’t you agree, my god?”
But at the end of all his prayers, his dream finally came true.
Everything was for the Great Player, Takuto Ira.
“The day of celebration is nearly heeeeeeeeeere! My Gooooooooooooooood!!”
Vittorio dreamed a pleasant dream, his laughter unending.
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