The Body of A virtuous Consort

Darius Seinfeld's POV:

Liandra was standing at the from deck of the large ship - The Black Sun, gazing far into the miasmic Benovelent Seas made out of the Allure essence. Across from her a tall slender man with a large fur coat stood not so far off from her. They seemed to be in some quiet conversation.

'I don't know what Sinned Witch is looking to find. Forming alliances with her enemies, is something unheard of from what Vesnia's memories tell me of her character. I only pray that whatever it is, does not cause any more troubles for me.' Darius' mind couldn't find a possible thought to any of the reasons Sinned Witch might have to ally herself with the Church of Night and Day.

'As of what I know, these two factions have opposing orders. The Church of Night and Day, were once true worshippers of the Faceless God. Nonetheless their god's departure left everything in the hands of their Sinned Virtue - the Lord of Storms. He took the position of God, built a Transcendent Dynasty out of his own flesh and blood, locked away all the 16 True Calamities in a Veil far away from the Allure World, and stood high as the remaining rising calamity. Regardless of everything, he still failed in testament to time itself.' As a former king himself, Darius found this sacrifice from a fellow king, undeniably draining. Then he sighed before saying:

"For that man sadly born into kingship, shall know not his family or closest friends, but only his enemies. For a king has no friends."

Darius' mind vanished to his past memories, of his past self. He now remembers thst he had a niece. A niece who went by the name of - Penelope. She was as energetic as a newborn should be. But sadly he knew he might never see her again. He now wishes all those times he was busy working, would have been spent well with his niece, more than flashes of foreign letters and paperwork.

He could only remember the name since she was soon energetic, she usually caused trouble for her parents.

'What a truly terrible uncle I am.' Darius smirked while thinking. 'To make it up to you, I promise I'll see you once again. Once I'm able to get rid of my flaw.'

At this point, Vesnia's body is inhabited by Darius' innate soul. But due to the authority command, Darius' soul is more of a prisoner in the body. He is still himself, it's just the fact that he can't walk out of the Allure World, since the body has a directive command to not do so. So until he has a higher command authority to override Vesnia's command, his soul remains as the body's prisoner. And sometimes he can find himself doing things he does not wish to.

'A slave is what I am. That's a really shittier way to downgrade if you ask me.' He thought in his mind before finally making a move.

***

Darius walked towards the place Liandra had stationed herself on. He wanted to ask her a few tons of questions.

"You! Sinned Witch!"

Liandra turned her gaze from the Benovelent Seas and focused her silver eyes onto Darius.

"Ahh! If it isn't the blasphemous miracle himself." Before Darius could speak again - to counter such repulsive slander to his great name, the man alongside Liandra finally spoke:

"I know it's not my place to speak out like this, so forgive me, Virtuous Consort Lord Darius, and Lady Liandra of House Tarth." The eloquent gentleman waited a bit before continuing: "My name is Zachiel, an old acquaintance to the Faired Crimson Lord Belieth, who is a member of the order to the former Lord of Storms. I have been tasked with commanding this seafaring ship from the Benovelent Seas of Tharion, to Bastion, the capital of Selia. I implore you to make use of me."

Darius stared at him for a long moment. He had had a feeling that this man was similar, or quite different, to the likes of Sebastian, his former butler. They had everything alike; from the formal wear, the normalized use of social etiquettes, and the unquestionable loyalty to their lords. Only difference is that they had different enemies.

Nonetheless, having to see a loyalist like Zachiel here, on this ship, Darius felt his heart relaxing. He had doubted the man since he laid his eyes on him in the return of their journey. But having heard him talk, he now knows why Zachiel is hanging around Liandra.

'He's watching her every move. He doesn't wish to leave his enemy any room to breath.' The same mind that was endlessly spamming him with all sorts of warnings, has completely gone quiet. With only some linear wonders, here and there.

Darius finally opened his mouth and spoke:

"Zachiel, humble yourself for a minute and come with me. I am to usher some commands to you. Be not worried, since these ones come from Vesnia's memories entirely." Zachiel bowed his higher body in a shallow bow before answering, "I shall oblige my Liege."

While walking away, Darius caught a small smile directed at him from Liandra. Even though it was fairly to be thought off as innocent, he still felt it very ominous. The Sinned Witch was never to be trusted.

As the two of them came to a halt by the Captain's quarters, Darius thought to ask a simple question.

"Zachiel. How does one navigate through the Allure Sea?"

Zachiel seemed pleased at this question, he already had a quiet smile on his lips. He thought for a bit on how to directly put it all in words, then said:

"The Allure Sea is like a raging sea of stars. While at first it may seem beautiful and the tiny lights of soul essence may make you believe it's powerless, you may find yourself in quite a jiff. First of all, as of our own location, we are at the Benovelent Seas. And as the name suggests, this is a quiet part of the Allure Sea." Darius could swear he saw Zachiel smirk again. It reminded him of how Sebastian used to get too into explaining his passions, that sometimes he forgot the time.

"Think it like this, young master." This brought Darius out of his own thoughts and back to the real world. Now Zachiel had a long key in his hand. And he was inscribing words on the ship's cabinets with it.

"The Allure Sea is divided into three parts:

The Spiral Graveyard; which is a large spiraling part of the Allure sea covering the right side. There are stories of passers-bys who have stated that it is filled with many broken ships, millions of floating corpses, and voices of the already dead. Due to the endless spiraling of this part of the Allure Sea, it causes enormous waves, that most don't travel past it, in fear of perishing. Even those who are of higher ranks fear the spiral graveyard. For it is the grave of a dead god of gluttony. That consumes endlessly. Those who push forward, find themselves weak and empty - like hollows, for their own soul essence is being consumed by this place. Madness is also a high possibility, as to why we have not gotten a hold of any survivors." Darius wondered for a bit, lost in thought. Then spoke out.

"In Vesnia's memories, the Benovelent Seas, is just right ahead of the Spiral Graveyard. Answer me, am I correct?" Darius had doubted before, but it seemed way too obvious that this ship and crew were on a death mission.

"Yes. My liege." The tall man said. His face showing no expression this time. This, to Darius, meant serious business was about to unfold in a couple of hours. He wasn't ready for a disaster this soon. But before he could speak out on his grievances, Zachiel was already ahead.

"The second one is, The Sea of Calonia: A seemingly endless sea that passes through Engrasia's City of Gold and the Aldirn thievish city mountains, and, further encircling the entire left side, only to be kept at bay by the surrounding islands of Schrade. It's the hub for most trades, so many fear it for its thieves and skilled pirates; like the Suns of the Black Rose Order. It's also revered as - the Sea of Corpses. For many meet their ends here." Darius gulped in silence. He already knew his fate, as he could see it in Vesnia's memories, was completely in the hands of pure luck.

Zachiel stole a glance at him, and then a quick one to the seas ahead.

"Third is, The Netheric Glades: A safe cruising roadway of calm sea, for ships that sail on the Allure sea. It is in the middle of the first two seas. Many people use this for their ordinary transports. The safety of this place came from the many city islands that exist there. Most notable seafaring races that are here, are like the Sconia and Alder Men."

To Darius, he knew what the word safe meant, in a world like this.

"I think you mean safe, as to mean wallflower." Darius spoke out.

"Precisely my liege." Zachiel turned facing Darius. "As a wallflower sits still and watches all that unwinds in front of it, same do all in the Netheric Glades. To those people, information is the most valuable thing, as well as the thing most likely to get them killed." With that Zachiel was done.