Hitman with a Badass System - #1135 - 1135 Goddess of Wisdom, Seshat

(Somewhere else in Goldspire)

Amidst the tranquil embrace of nature, a vision of ethereal beauty sat serenely by a cascading waterfall. Her silvery hair flowed like liquid moonlight, framing angelic features. Clad in pure white robes, she radiated an aura of purity and wisdom.

The serene surroundings mirrored her grace. Lust trees swayed gently, their leaves whispering secrets to the breeze. Crystal-clear water danced and sparkled as it tumbled down the rocks. Ancient books lay scattered around her, their pages fluttering in the wind. 

As she was meditating, another young woman, clad in silver armor with white linings walked toward the mediating woman. Then, the young woman knelt on her one knee. Sensing, the young woman’s arrival, the angelic woman slowly opened her eyes with a gentle smile.

“You seem troubled, Malina,” spoke the angelic woman, as though she had already known of the young woman’s intention in coming there.

“My goddess, I bring you troubling news. Our domain has been infiltrated by God Kranar’s angels and God Rainar’s angels. Moreover, I have heard that the worshippers of the fallen god Dagon have also entered the kingdom,” said the young woman in a serious tone, her helmet covering her hair and revealing only the troubled look on her face.

“Is that all?” The angelic woman asked once more, as though already aware of the information.

“No, my goddess. The book written by your disciple has been auctioned, and the blacksmith guild has purchased it. While I am relieved that the fallen god did not acquire the book, I am troubled by the fact that we are leaving such knowledge in the hands of mortals,” said Melina with a worried tone.

“Are you certain that the book was bought by the blacksmith guild? And are you even more certain that the one who bought it is a mortal?” The angelic woman’s question caught Melina off guard. She did not dare to doubt her goddess’s wisdom, for she was the Goddess of Wisdom, Seshat.

Hence, upon hearing Seshat’s words, Melina realized that her goddess knew more than she did.

“My goddess, please enlighten me. Please tell me why you allowed the book to surface among mortals,” Melina pleaded.

In response, Seshat simply smiled.

“Balance, my dear. For millennia and since the pantheon was created, they have ruled over the realm, losing their way as gods. They have become tyrants with power. Every time the power of a realm tilts, the universe sends someone to restore balance to it. What you are witnessing and living through is such a time. We are merely observing the universe restoring balance to our realm,” Melina could only sigh inwardly and hope that she would eventually understand the true meaning of Seshat’s words.

“But, my goddess, I have received information that the angels of both gods are planning to attack the Blacksmith guild. It seems they are not after the book they purchased, but rather the recent weapon forged for the House of Silverbrook. Therefore, my goddess, once you grant me permission, I can apprehend them before they cause havoc,” Melina said with a cold determination to protect her goddess’s domain.

“No need. Just make sure to send our angels to collect the bodies and return them to their respective gods afterward,” Goddess Seshat calmly replied, leaving Melina shocked.

“My Goddess? Bodies? Who will take care of this? My goddess, please tell me what’s happening. I cannot protect our domain if I do not know what is going on,” Melina panicked.

However, seeing Melina’s determination to protect the kingdom and maintain peace, Seshat gently smiled.

“Like I said, this is a time when the universe brings balance to our realm. And the one who will bring that balance is already here,” Seshat’s words surprisingly began to make some sense to Melina.

“Are you referring to the one who bought the book, my goddess?” Melina inquired, but in response, Seshat just smiled.

Realizing that she wouldn’t receive any more answers from her goddess, Melina sighed.

“Very well, my goddess. I will ensure that the bodies are taken care of. But, my goddess, forgive me for being blunt, this is not like you. You detest violence,” Melina expressed her shock and disbelief.

However, in response, Seshat smiled most beautifully, a smile befitting a goddess.

“I detest pointless violence that causes nothing but pain. But some conflicts require violence, and there is no other way. Some conflicts can only be resolved through violence,” Seshat calmly explained to Melina, one of her angels.

As they conversed, a portal opened in the area, and another silvery woman, bearing a few features of Seshat, stepped out. Unlike Seshat, this woman was dressed in dark green robes and had brown hair.

Upon seeing the woman, Melina respectfully bowed her head.

“Goddess Seraphine,” Melina greeted the Goddess of Information, who was also Seshat’s sister, Seraphine.

When Seraphine arrived, a hint of concern and unease flickered in Melina’s eyes. As Seshat’s angel, Melina was aware of the strained relationship between Seraphine and Seshat, despite being sisters. Seshat was kind and caring but often cryptic in her messages. Seraphine, as the Goddess of Information, despised her sister’s cryptic communication style, leading to frequent arguments.

“I will excuse myself, my goddesses,” Melina attempted to leave, hoping to avoid getting caught between the two goddesses’ arguments.

“Stay here, Melina,” Seraphine ordered her.

“What brings you to me again, my dear sister? Is it about the sought-after book?” Seshat inquired calmly.

“Don’t play dumb with me, sister. As the Goddess of Information, I am aware that someone from the Blacksmith guild has purchased it. I assume you will not reveal the book’s contents, will you?” Seraphine frowned.

“Are you accusing me of the very thing you are doing now, my dear sister? You’ve read the book yourself,” Seshat replied calmly, causing Seraphine to frown.

“I did, and there was nothing in it that I didn’t already know. But the fallen god Dagon is searching for it. That’s what I want to uncover,” Seraphine explained.

“Perhaps the fallen god is attempting to divert your attention,” Seshat responded calmly, without displaying any emotional fluctuations in her voice.

“Perhaps… but the book is not the primary reason for my visit. Something tells me you already know why I’m here,” Seraphine continued to frown.

“Please, sister, enlighten me. Why have you come?” Seshat inquired without revealing any amusement in her heart.

“The God of Darkness, my sister. He is here,” Seraphine stated coldly.

After learning from the pantheon that the God of Darkness had somehow entered the realm of gods, Seraphine realized that all his actions in the mortal realm were part of an elaborate scheme to make mortals believe that the Dark Lord had perished. In reality, he had found his way into the realm of gods.

She despised when Andohr was right, especially his suspicions regarding the death of his arch-nemesis, the God of Darkness.

“The God of Darkness?” Melina frowned. She had heard rumors and stories about a god who had been born in the mortal realm and had ascended to the realm of gods to sow chaos. However, records about this particular god were shrouded in mystery, with only the highest-ranking gods in the pantheon possessing information about him.

“Andohr is losing his mind stuck between realms, Seshat. You know I hate it when he’s right. We need to find a way to deal with this God of Darkness. Everything Andhor predicted has come to pass. Now he’s saying the God of Darkness will ally with the Fallen God to bring down the Pantheon,” Seraphine voiced her concerns.

“Then you should intervene,” Seshat responded, but Melina detected a touch of playfulness in her goddess’s eyes.

“Very amusing, sister. Such sarcasm befits the Goddess of Wisdom,” Seraphine rolled her eyes.

“You should loosen up a bit, my dear sister. The universe has its ways of restoring balance. We should not meddle in its affairs,” Seshat advised.

“We are gods, Seshat. We maintain our own balance, and Dagon is attempting to dismantle everything we’ve built. The last thing we need is the God of Darkness, the anomaly, joining forces with the Fallen God,” Seraphine’s tone grew more serious as she awaited her goddess’s response.

Melina watched her goddess intently, anticipating her decision.

“I will not interfere in this matter, Seraphine. If the universe decrees that the Pantheon must face the Fallen God and the God of Darkness, who am I to object?” Seshat replied, a hint of disappointment in Seraphine’s eyes.

“Listen to yourself, sister. What kind of god are you? I hope every day that you will change your ways, but it seems you are beyond hope,” Seraphine expressed her discontent.

“You and the Pantheon have lost your way, Seraphine,” Seshat calmly responded, despite Seraphine’s accusations. The disappointment in Seraphine’s heart towards her sister was palpable.

“I did not come here to hear your cryptic words, Seshat. I know that the God of Darkness, who goes by the name John, is in Goldspire. I need you to incapacitate him while he is still weak and within your kingdom,” Seraphine demanded sternly, but Seshat shook her head.

“As I’ve told you, sister, I will not interfere. However, if you wish to capture him yourself before the Pantheon’s executioner does, you have my full permission to do so,” Seshat calmly replied, understanding that Seraphine was more of a schemer than a fighter.

“That angel is a wild card, Seshat. He’s skilled, but unpredictable,” Seraphine expressed her frustration. She despised being the bearer of this news for Andohr.

“Then your best course of action is to keep your distance and employ your spies, as you always do, my dear sister,” Seshat advised calmly.

“You never cease to disappoint me, sister,” Seraphine said, her frustration and anger apparent. With that, she turned to face Melina.

“You will soon witness what he is capable of. Good luck dealing with the bodies that will soon pile up,” Seraphine warned grimly. With a wave of her hand, she created a portal and stepped through it, leaving Melina with a dire forewarning.