Chapter 220: A Social Event IX

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The carriage is moving slowly and without care. It's a calming ride, a stretch of time relaxing with the occasional bump here and there. I look across to the other seat and see Amelia smiling at me. "I'm happy that you decided to drop by and visit me. For a while there, I thought you might have forgotten about me." She actually sounds sad as she says that. To her, I'm the son that was taken from her after he was born. The baby she never got to hold, kiss, raise and care for. "What are you planning to bring as a gift?" I was planning on giving them a feather from my wings.

That isn't the best gift, though. "I have an idea, but it's not really that great. I don't know Jackson or his bride's taste. I don't even know her name. He told it to me once. I don't remember, though." He mentioned to me that he was marrying some girl, but I don't remember her name. After I tiered up and got my wings, I wanted out of there. Amelia chuckles to herself. "That's a hint for you to help me look, mom." Her eyes go a little wide. I've rarely actually called her mom. It's a little weird since I already have one—something I don't want to get used to.

She nods her head in agreement. This is the first time I'll go shopping with either of my moms. I feel a small dread. I might end up getting embarrassed today, but it's the job of children to let their parents embarrass them from time to time. "Jackson gave out a list to all the people who were invited. It was our job to communicate and figure out who is getting what. I didn't get anything from the list. I'm going rogue on this one. Now, you are too." She seems excited to stick it to the rest of the nobles. Hopefully, she has good taste in gifts.

I wonder what type of presents are given to a king and his queen? Those gifts probably have price tags I can't reach. While I do have a shop somewhere in this world making gold for me, I'm nowhere near a noble's wealth. Once you reach the Count/Countess rank, you have more gold that could be called reasonable. "Where are we going first? The last time I was in Zenith, there was poverty and disease everywhere. The little I got to see yesterday really showed how much work had been done." Capital cities have things regular cities and towns don't have.

Amelia looks out the window to the slowly approaching city. "We need to visit the poor districts first. I have things to do there. I spend a lot of my money helping the poor and sick here in Zenith. Despite all the good things Jackson has done, he can't reach everyone." I can see that most don't trust rulers. The poor are the people who get screwed the most, and having a ruler like Jackson is unfamiliar to them. They are used to cruel rulers like Harold. "You think you can help some of the sick?" I look at her and see how serious she is.

I can heal the sick and wounded. No matter how bad or far along they are, I can heal them as long as they are still breathing. The problem is if I do, word will spread that I'm here. I don't want to be found out until the wedding. Amelia looks like she really wants this, though. "I'll help whoever needs it. I was hoping only to be discovered at the wedding, but sometimes you have to adjust for another." She smiles brightly and jumps from her seat, and hugs me. Sally is almost bumped off the seat next to me. I hug her back, and I can feel some tears on my neck.

She pulls away and dries them. She is a massive sympathizer of the poor and sick since she used to be in their shoes. "I honestly thought you'd say no... From what you were saying in the mansion, I thought you didn't care about the little people. It warms my heart knowing you will do anything for me, and I'm excited that I get to brag about you." Another privilege parents get to have is bragging about their kids if they come out successful. If Amelia wants to brag about me, I'm not going to stop her. She has that right.

Helping the people in Zenith as I did in Bellvia will be another experience that will further spread my reputation and face around. It'll have a ripple effect for sure. "I've been staring at that weapon you have. I've never seen anything like it before. May I hold it?" Amelia probably won't be able to lift it. I take it off my waist and hold it out for her in its sheath. She places her hands on it, and I nod at her. I let go, and she immediately gets sent to the ground. "Ouch! OUCH! GET IT OFF!" I pick it up for her, and her palms are red from the pressure. I bring up its stat panel and unhide it so she can see the stats.

[The Witness]

[Description: A legendary sword that has been around since before recorded history, all the greatest and most influential people have wielded this blade. Empires have risen and fallen to, and for, this blade. It has been held by kings, queens, emperors, and empresses. Along with Sword Saints of unparalleled power and recognition. The Witness is the most powerful of the one-handed swords on Gaia. There is no blade better to wield. The construction of The Witness isn't one know to all. Only a select few know its origins. It was crafted from the same divine metal as Durandal, Excalibur, and Caliburn. They are considered siblings since they were made from the same metal ore.]

[New Information: The blacksmith that created The Witness is no other than Wayland himself. Out of all the swords he created, The Witness plays a special role. While warriors could wield it, its true power would be revealed when The Son of Arch-Angel Michael finally claimed it.]

[More information will be revealed once you tier up.]

[Quality: Legendary]

[Durability: Infinite]

[Damage: 52,000]

[Unique properties]

[Has a very high chance to dismember limbs instantly]

[Has a very high chance to cause Curse of Decomposition]

[Description: Areas attacked by Curse of Decomposition will rot away till they are cured or the target dies.]

[Will always cause critical hit upon vital points struck]

[Will always ignore armor and defense ratings]

[This sword will gain more power every time you tier up.]

[There is no required level to wield this blade.]

[The Witness resonates with your angelic blood. +10000 focus]

[A synergy has been created between The Dice of Wayland and The Witness. Damage has been raised to 52,000]

[Divinity Burn (Inherent Skill)]

[Description: A powerful burn skill that is fueled by divine power. Especially effective against anything non-deity.]

[Damage: 240,000 Over Time]

[This skill will active every third swing and burn the target for 12 seconds.]

I see the expression on her face, and Sally's seeing the true power of The Witness can cause that. I take the stats down and show them my player stats.

[Slayer (Zern) Lvl.190]

[Exp: 1/100%]

[Title: The Son of Arch-Angel Michael (Hidden),+3 more]

[Stats]

[Strength - 7095][Endurance - 7045][Dexterity - 7215][Speed - 7240][Focus - 19,660]

[Mana aura control: 5/100%]

[Health: 56,560,000,000/56,560,000,000][Mana: 196,600,000,000/196,600,000,000]

[Stat Points: 1000][Armor rating: 500]

[Inventory]

[Passive Perks]

[Inheritor of the Sword] [Son of Heaven] [Slayer of Evil] [Holy Willow Trees Savior] [Finder of Legends] [The Divine who has Legend] [Destined for Greatness] [Dungeon Diver] [An Overachiever]

[Active Skills]

[Heavens light Lvl.59 325/5900] [Protected by Heaven Lvl.59 225/5900] [Slash Lvl.77 4600/130000] [Parry Lvl.53 80/5300] [Double Strike N/A] [Kingslayer N/A] [Raging Machine N/A] [Winged Glory] [Angelic Flight] [Divine Pressure Exertion] [Divinity Pulse] [Controled Fun]

Amelia leans back and stares at my screen, showing off my information and skills. "You have become so strong. I knew that you were powerful, but not like this. I've never seen health and mana in the billions before." Sally is the first to speak about the incredible sight before them. Explaining how I became this strong is a long story, one of taking advantage of the knowledge of the future. Something that I thought wouldn't be so bad, but now the world is the way it is because of my choices. A statement I really resent, but is nonetheless true.