Chapter 14 - 『Demonstration』

The trio emerged victorious from the Mausoleum. Walking side by side, Jack Eve and Brita kept their eyes forward.

Brita didn't know what to make of what had just happened, especially with that strange staff which seemed to be alive in Jack's hand. The Necromancer had been absorbed, eaten, as if slurped up through a very very small straw. On top of that, Jack had claimed he had used eighth tier magic which was surely impossible for someone mortal to do. Even then, it was in the realm of Mythology, something only the Gods were capable of.

She felt as if she was walking beside one of the Gods. However, what was he the god of? He didn't seem to command water, earth, wind or fire. If anything he had the power over the divine, the holy, the arcane. Could he be the God of Light worshipped by the Slane Theocracy?

She didn't even know what that looked like! How could she compare?

Brita looked over at him as they were heading for the exit of the cemetery. She wasn't panicking, but she was sure confused and bewildered by the man she found herself with.

How powerful could he be? She remembered how brief she had touched something she couldn't see, how it felt. It reminded her of feathers from a bird. Yet no matter how she strained her eyes on his back, she saw nothing there. No distortion from the light.

And when she looked at him in the face, in the eyes, she felt strangely compelled. Charmed. Safe.

Her heart though didn't race. If anything he made her calm, but not the kind of calm that makes one brave, but the calm that makes one docile and careless. It wasn't a feeling she wanted to keep even despite how pleasant it made her feel.

It was as if he could make her forget everything that made her motivated. All of her troubles, he could make them go away. It was like a bottle of liquor, without the hangover in the morning.

Eve, for some reason she felt off about Eve. Her eyes moved down to the small human girl. She reminded her of a living doll. Not the emotionless kind, but the ones that sang and danced. An animated doll never before seen.

When she looked forward, she could see some Mythril Adventurers standing the gate. The Mayor on the other side, along with the Master of the E-Rantel's Magician Guild. Then along with them were the lower ranked adventurers who had been in the Graveyard prior.

With all of the undead wiped out, they could clearly see a group of men laying face down in the dirt. They were wearing black robes, necromantic scriptures and tools in their hands.

According to the memories and knowledge of Khajiit, they had been members of the Death Cult which were under his direct command. The Ritual they were planning to start in a few days, had been foiled.

So as Jack rested his eyes on the Mythril Adventurer groups known as Sky Wolf, Rainbow and Kralgra, he frowned slightly. They had these wary eyes, but they had a twinkle of Jealousy and envy.

"You there!" A man named Igvarge shouted. He had these small eyes and medium length brown hair with a moderate tanned tone of skin. He was dressed in blue and white attire. Clearly he didn't look very strong, but he had the confidence written on his face.

Jack's eyes rested on the man for a moment. He appeared to be the most jealous in the group, he could even feel the intensity of envy from his gaze.

From what he could see without really conversing with him, was that this man was a Ranger. He had a strong body from constant working. He was all about appearances.

"Can I help you?" Jack asked as he looked to the man, returning an annoyed gaze which clashed with the intense glare which was following his address.

"What kind of relic did you use to destroy all the undead like that!?"

Jack just stared at him.

"Did you steal it from the Magician's Guild?!"

Jack continued to just stare at him before looking past him to Theo who was just shaking his head. He then returned his gaze to the man in front of him. However just as he went to open his mouth, Brita moved in front of him. A mere iron ranked adventurer shoving him back. It wasn't for Jack's safety or for Jack's sake.

"HE did it with his own power!" She shouted sharply as she pointed at him. Yet this pointing of her index finger seemed to annoy him slightly.

Jack reached over and lightly with two fingers, lowered her hand back down to her side.

Bellote who was a leading member of Sky Wolf didn't seem all that skeptical the moment the little Iron ranked woman had vouched for him. "So he didn't use dishonorable means?"

"Would you like to see a demonstration?" Jack asked as he looked over the man. He had orange rustic hair, short and dapper with coal colored eyes. He was wearing a tan armor and black fabric underneath. He even had a red scarf around his neck and a mythril rank tag which contrasted with the armor alone.

The man was clearly a capable warrior in the sense that he could fight things beneath his level. However, he'd have no chance against the residents of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Bellote gestured humbly with his hand for Jack to proceed.

Jack nodded lightly and the men took a step back, whilst Eve took hold of Brita's arm and moved her out of the way which was rather considerate.

He'd then walk over towards the corpses of the Death Cult members who had already been identified by authorities and the Adventurer's Guild. He held a hand out over the weakest looking one.

『True Resurrection』

A gentle and warm light momentarily engulfed the body before fading out. The dead man would suddenly gasp for air, begin to profusely sweat before sitting up. He was panting, looking around half blind. When he went to stand however, Jack grinned.

The men who had watched this were in awe, as was Brita. Jack had just brought someone back to life who had been verified to be dead. His state was in entire repair and not that many levels were shaved off of him. Yet he did seem a bit out of vitality.

『Implosion』

Casting the spell on the man's head, cause it to immediately collapse in on itself. The body fell down to the ground once again, twitching disgustingly on the ground from the sudden revival followed by a swift death.

Theo who was standing there, was wide eyed. He had just revived a man from the dead and killed him in an instant. The tier of the spells he used, they weren't something a regular human being could produce! If he was even human to begin with!

Jack folded his hands behind his back, looking over towards the leaders of the Adventurer Party's. They were in awe. The man who had been trying to accuse him of stealing a magic relic from the Magician's Guild looked like he was going to die from shock. Which made Jack almost giggle childishly at the sight of it. He wanted to mess with him some more, show off his 'talents' and his magic prowess.

That didn't seem to be at all needed though.

Having just arrived to see this occur, the male Guildmaster of the E-Rantel Adventurer's Guild just stared at him. He could hardly comprehend what she had just saw. A necromancer being resurrected and then having their head imploded, not exploded. Even then, the explode spell was eighth tier.

Those present on this side of the gate, gave him a hesitant applause. He very much could have tested this spell out on the Mythril Adventurer which had insulted him. Yet he instead chose to intimidate him by using it on an already dead criminal.

Though one had to admit, it was over kill.

Brita just stood there watching him. Thinking about how he had killed those Wraiths earlier without as little as a sweat forming on his skin. This man was powerful. More powerful than any adventurer in the entire City, no… The Kingdom or even the Continent.

There came the Mayor of the City. He reminded Jack of a pit-bull because of the shape of his face, fat and chubby. However despite how he looked and how one could look down on him, Jack could feel the air around him, he wasn't to be underestimated despite the facade he wore.

"Hello, young sir," he spoke politely towards Jack, his hand caressing his double chin thoughtfully.

"Ello," Jack tilted his head to the side as he lowered his hood to reveal his face entirely.

The Mayor's name was Panasolei Gruze Day Rettenmaier. Compared to his own name, Jack Graham sounded rather mundane. Oddly enough, the name seemed to fit the noble who was standing before him.

"What is your name?" The Mayor asked. He cared for the people of E-Rantel, Jack had just done him a great service by eliminating a threat that no one else seemed to have noticed prior.

"Jack Graham," Taking the letter of introduction from the Head warrior, he held it out for the man to read. "I recently took up residence in the Noble Quarter."

The Mayor looked him over for a moment before taking the letter of introduction into his hands, calmly without arrogance. When he opened the piece of folded parchment, his brows raised.

According to the parchment, he was standing in front of a Hero who had averted the assassination and second attack on the Frontier Village of Carne. He would then folded it back up neatly and hold it out for Jack to retrieve.

"Graham-dono. It is a pleasure to have you in E-Rantel. Your mystical feats, this subject of the King, recognizes you as the Hero of E-Rantel."

"Hero…?" Brita said quietly to herself as she could recall how he had said he saved the Carne Village earlier at the pharmacy. So he had written proof? She watched as he slipped the parchment away into his item box, out of hands reach and the mind's eye.

Eve padded over to her big brother and lazily flopped into his side, clinging to him.

Jack placed a hand on the top of her head and combed her hair with his fingers.

"Did you bring a kid with you?" The leader of Kralgra spoke up again, pointing at the child-form clinging to Jack's side.

"Don't underestimate the kid," Brita said with wide eyes as she recalled the use of the weapon earlier. Even though the pistol was no where to be seen on Eve's body, it was clear she had the same talent as her older brother to store things away in an extra-dimensional space which appeared nearly unlimited.

Theo walked over to the group, his hands folded behind his back as he looked all smug. Someone who had just registered to his guild had just accomplished an amazing feat. One which hundreds of people had no choice but to recognize as witnesses.

"Theo," Jack spoke up as he looked over the man. "How's studying the Sealing Crystal?"

"It's going quite well!" Theo chimed with a beaming smile across his lips, his hands moving in front of himself and clasping together. "Do you perhaps have more relics?"

Jack just stared through him for a few moments before shaking his head. "Not that I can hand over at the moment. But I do have this..." He'd take out what seemed to be a red potion, another healing potion. He had plenty of these of various tiers since he hadn't really been fighting in-game since the game was ending and people were quitting left and right. Most of his time was spent preparing for things that never really happened.

Theo's eyes rested on the potion for a few moments before holding out a hand to take hold of it.

The Mayor raised his brow as did the other adventurers. "Graham-dono, What is this?"

"A healing potion, lesser tier." Jack said as he pointed at it crudely before letting his arms fall to his sides rather bored. "I'm looking to see if anyone can replicate it, or at least make something based on its conception. Talent."

The man stared at the item for a few more moments before looking over at him.

In a way, if Jack had multiple people study the same thing. People would work at different paces, but ultimately come up with different results due to the creativity of the individual. In turn, he could absorb them all if he saw it necessary and know everything they did.

Or he could keep them all as individuals, have them become his underlings, form a monopoly on the potion making market. He licked his lips slightly at the idea, despite the fact that his conscious was screaming at him for his dark thoughts.

Jack was an Angel, but he was no Saint. Good, was not always Good, it was the same with Evil.

"So, will you be able to devote your Guild's study to replicating this?"

Theo was confident his people could crack the potion, learn from it. Yet they weren't necessarily Alchemists, they were magicians. Though he was sure if he could replicate it or improve upon it, the item would most definitely appeal to adventurers and rack in a lot of coinage.

"I'm sure we can take on this endeavor."

"Good, I'm looking forward to seeing the result." Jack's eyes traced on over toward the Mayor, who seemed rather excited by this. The Kingdom's economy was in decline, so if this man made a large business, got the money flowing, they'd be able to withstand a war.

However, that was if he planned on even staying in the country.

Whilst this was going on the Guild Master of the Adventurer's Guild known as Pluton Ainzach, was watching the two men converse with Jack. Having witnessed the power that could virtually put any Adventurer out of business and even mess with the balance of power between countries or even political parties, he couldn't help but scheme in the back of his mind.

He wanted Jack to stay in E-Rantel. He was powerful, seemed morally sound though somewhat disturbed as he could revive and soon after kill someone he brought back to life without batting an eye.

Yet he didn't really know how he could do that.

Perhaps get him to impregnate a woman? A prostitute maybe? His eyes rested on the man and shook his head slightly. He doubted Jack would go for a prostitute. His eyes rested on the child whom was hugging the man's side. Did he already have a daughter? Or was that a younger sibling? Truth be told, he couldn't really tell how old Jack was, but he appeared in his early twenties.

However by the time he made up his mind, Jack the child at his side and Brita had vanished, and everyone was beginning to disperse. "What… Eh?"