Card Apprentice Daily Log

Date- 5 April 2321

Time- 08:45

Location- Empire, Michel Angelo City, Church of Michel Angelo, Unknown

“Don’t you shitheads dare to slack off, I wanted each one of you people to dig through every inch of this scared land with your hands. If I see any of you use a card or soul power or your mental strength, so help me god, I skin you all alive,” A semi-demigod realm priest hovering in the sky yelled at the top of his lungs at the demigod worshippers digging the scared land with their bare hands where the church of Michel Angelo once used to be.

“Language,” one of the other semi-demigod priests present did not commend the ways of the semi-demigod priest who just yelled.

“I apologize for my language but if we don’t get strict, it will take ages to find the buried relic,” the semi-demigod from the earlier argued and then asked, “We can’t use soul energy or mental strength to find the relic, what about using rule power?”

“The relic is sentient, if it senses either rule power or soul energy or mental strength within its vicinity it will go into hiding, considering the capabilities of this relic, not even a demigod will be able to find it if it doesn’t want to be found. This is the only way we stand the chance of finding it. It may take days or even weeks so do not stress out these people let them take their time,” the other semi-demigod answered to which his colleague asked, “How sure are you sure that it did not vaporize with the rest of the church in the explosion?”

“Hundred percent certain, trust me if you knew the history of this relic you would not doubt me,” the semi-demigod priest answered as an obsessive light shone in his eyes. To which the others priests could only nod their heads in agreement.

Paul Whiteburn pretended to betray the Whiteburn family for asylum in the empire with the mission to infiltrate the church of Michel Angelo Godson and steal the broken runes of the demigod Michel Angelo Godson hidden in the church. It seems that his mission was not going as smoothly as he thought it would.

As one of the cousins of Pax Godson Whiteburn the last alive bloodline of demigod Michel Angelo Godson, despite his past, Paul had some status among the demigod worshippers of the church of the Michel Angelo but this also attract unwanted attention making him the target of powerful people in the church who blame him for the lives of the demigod worshippers lost in the sky blossom city.

No one dared to kill Paul but no one dare to speak up for him too. In this foreign land, Paul was all alone facing various adversaries just to complete the mission this family had assigned to him and return home with his head held high. To Paul’s dismay, today was the first day he had stepped foot in the inner part of the church and as his luck would have it today was the day the church was vaporized in an explosion.

Paul could not help but wonder if the broken runes of the demigod Michel Angelo Godson survive such an explosion. Though he had doubts, the actions of the higher-ups of the demigod worshippers made Paul feel that maybe what he was searching for and what they were searching for were the same. Therefore he could not help but entertain the foolish thoughts of being the one to find whatever these demigods were searching for out of the countless demigod worshippers that were searching along with him.

And not to forget since the soul energy or rule power and mental strength cannot detect what they were searching for, Paul believed that if he were to pocket and bring it back home nobody would discover his action. If the semi-demigod priests were mobilizing so many demigod worshippers for this, then whatever they are searching for should be important and valuable. So what if he failed to get the demigod Michel Angelo’s broken runes, this must be enough for him to get pardoned by the family head. Or maybe he could give it to the southern royal family in exchange for merits, honor, and wealth.

Paul’s imagination ran wild as he dug deeper into the sacred land, unaware that a blood ruby was slowly attaching itself to his body. Until he heard a voice in his head, ‘Don’t freak out, just keep digging as you were.’

Paul was surprised to hear a voice in his head but chose to follow its orders. Soon he heard the voice in his head once again. This time it introduced itself to him saying, ‘I am the saint that died in this explosion, I hear you are related to the last bloodline of lord Michel Angelo Godson in this world, Pax Godson. Is it true?’

‘Yes,’ Paul answered, feeling that he had no choice but to answer and do as the voice in his head asked him to because if the voice really belonged to the saint that was pronounced dead this morning he was not sure if he was her opponent.

‘Then take me to him,’ the voice order without giving him any explanation or details.

‘Your holiness, I would love to follow your command but you should know my living situation better than anyone,’ Paul conveyed his difficulty to the saintess mentally and he was not lying. Ever since he arrived here he was under constant surveillance, he felt they were overdoing it unable to understand how could he be of any threat to the demigod worshipers in his current realm.

‘Don’t worry they are my people. Continue with your day-to-day life, next time you see one of them, yell the lord’s name and I will appear. For your sake, I hope you do not get any funny idea,’ warning Paul to not do something stupid Saintess ended her small conversation and went into hiding inside Paul’s body fearing that if she used her mental strength any longer she would be discovered by the demigod realm priest up in the skies amidst the clouds would sense her presence on Paul.