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The Hundred Reigns 54: The Season of the Minotaur (3)
🕑 Added 2025-11-27 21:23:01 +0000 UTC-------
And they did find him a throne. A living one.
True to its description, his Land of Darkness Perk was quickly infusing every plant within the Halls of the Minotaur with miasma and animating them, including a particularly ghastly black tree with shambling roots and branches that had human skulls hanging from them instead of fruit. No one knew how they ended up there, but they added a certain mystique that should frighten and awe in equal measure. Simon had his servants carve an oddly comfortable seat into its trunk and placed it in the Muse’s sanctum, with the sealed creature looming behind it. That ought to intimidate anyone visiting him.
Simon then proceeded to mark every creature brought to him with Brands of Sloth to widen his intelligence network, which taught him a few valuable things. First of all, Duchar’s earlier theory that it connected directly to the bearer’s soul proved correct, since he managed to apply it to bodiless creatures like wraiths or entities that couldn’t even speak, like those shambling vine creatures.
Second, non-sentient undead reanimated by his Perk within Dungeon couldn’t bear his brands, probably because they required a willing recipient and mindless automatons had no soul of their own by definition.
Third, the elven seal prevented him from branding the Stone Muse. Simon wasn’t all too surprised by that since the one they put on him in Valne cut him off from telepathically communicating with Belzemine, but that unfortunately removed another means of pressure on the mad dryad should the ritual go wrong. At least his Lovestruck title ought to let him redirect Ailments her way since they were now ‘engaged.’
Afterwards, Simon spent the better part of the month overseeing the Halls of the Minotaur’s repairs and mapping out every corner of it alongside the Darkwood, all the while keeping in touch with Cassandra and Shabram through their Brands. True to Leonard’s forays in the previous reign, the temple was four floors high and built atop a root overlooking a frog-infested, toxic swamp that used to be an elven settlement.
The first floor hosted most of the temple’s old facilities and workshops used by its deceased inhabitants; the second used to be the barracks housing the dryad’s Caretakers; the third, where the fairy ring was located, had been the luxurious home of the Muse’s consorts and favorite artists; and the fourth was the sanctum hosting the lady of the house herself. Simon had taken the third level as his own quarters while allowing Lorimor and Duchar to take over the first.
Most of the place lay in ruins, its shelves and furniture rotted by time, half the rooms having been buried under debris from collapsed ceilings, but it was easily defendable once properly manned and their large workforce quickly focused on the repairs. Moreover, it also contained many elven artifacts that could fetch a high price on the black market and help finance the reconstruction.
“Is there a treasury hidden somewhere?” Simon asked the Stone Muse. “Surely adventurers haven’t stolen everything.”
“Much wealth I have hidden for us to lavish in luxury, and many gifts I shall bestow upon you to celebrate our union,” the Stone Muse replied before craftily putting in her conditions. “Engagement demands a writ in blood.”
“Are you doubting my resolve?”
“Not at all, beloved,” she replied with a cackle. “But love is earned with deeds, not just words.”
In short, he wouldn’t see a coin until he sacrificed Lorimor on the Vernal Equinox. A pity, but not unexpected. “Then perhaps we can start by rebuilding your cult,” Simon decided. “How do you identify potential cultists?”
“I call out those who dream of a higher calling,” she explained with pride. “I visit lost souls who aspire to something greater in their sleep, clothed in my lost beauty, to find students I can inspire! Those who listen, I draw further into my embrace so that their faith might blossom!”
So she could sense potential followers in Whispermire, then proceeded to haunt their dreams until they fell under her sway. An effective way to scout out new recruits for sure, but the process eventually caused its victims to become violently obsessed with the Muse, if Lorimor and the people who tried to kidnap Odette Kano’s son were any indication. She literally occupied their every sleeping moment.
Simon’s deal with the Muse required him to restore her faith, but he couldn’t allow her to drive innocent people insane like she did Lorimor. There had to be a way for her to develop a local following without turning them into violent maniacs.
Community… Maybe that’s just what these lonely people need. His time in the Berwick Islands had taught him much about cults and their rituals, whether it was the Church of Light or the Green Mother’s followers. Their followers formed a community with shared values, social events to reaffirm their faith, and traditions they held dear. They have a hole in their hearts that the Light cannot fill.
“What did your worship involve?” Simon asked the Muse. “Did your followers have to follow certain tenets?”
“I guided the inspired into the forest, where they would frolic in the woods to celebrate love and life, singing sweet songs to the moon!” she ranted, her voice breaking with a relish and nostalgia. “They would give me trinkets and art to honor my beauty, and I would reward them with the forest’s bounty!”
Well, the orgy part ought to appeal to some crowds at least… All in all, her ‘traditions’ didn’t sound all that different from the typical dryad cult like the Green Mother’s. Yes, that’s it. I just need to create a typical dryad cult, without all the madness and bloody sacrifices.
“I have a plan to tighten the noose on Whispermire’s heart, but I require your entire cooperation,” Simon inquired. “Is there a relatively well-hidden place at the Darkwood’s edge? An area where the faithful could gather in secrecy without fearing monsters or miasma?”
“Yes, a clearing in the woods, guided by spiraling trails.”
“Perfect. In that case, you will tell me the names of those who listened to your call, but you will no longer haunt their dreams.” That should avoid a plague of madness. “Your presence is too much for them to bear, so we must approach them more slowly. I will send messengers to communicate with them on your behalf until they become worthy of your direct attention.”
“Ah, you wish to proceed like a gardener, slowly nurturing seeds until they bloom into loving flowers,” the Stone Muse guessed with enthusiasm.
“Indeed. We will gather them at the clearing, where your…” Simon chuckled at the irony. “Your gardener will meet them there to reward their faith and trust.”
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Convincing the Muse to go along with his plan was quite easy. She didn’t care all that much about what form her cult took so long as they adored her, so Simon had a lot of leeway when it came to organizing it.
Once that was settled, Simon telepathically contacted Shabram to keep himself updated on the situation in Castle Frightwall. Weeks had passed in the blink of an eye, and tomorrow was the deadline for the elven attack. How fast time flew when one was busy with menial tasks…
“I have finished mapping out all of House Malphas’ agents and assets in Marthrone,” Lady Shabram explained. “I believe I have also found the elves’ spell anchor.”
Now that was a big milestone. “What is it?”
“Marthrone itself.”
It took Simon a moment to gather the grim implications. “Explain yourself.”
“I have connected all registered shell properties associated with House Malphas’ network on a map, and it appears to form a rune of some kind spread across the entire capital and its lake, with Castle Frightwall being conveniently located in its center.” Although she remained as professional as ever, Simon could sense the edge in Shabram’s voice. “The design is so complex I am unsure how to disrupt it even if we were to totally destroy each of the locations, and I still do not understand how our foes will trigger it.”
“Is that a joke?!” Simon inquired in utter disbelief. “How did something so big slip beneath your notice?!”
“Some of the warehouses used to create the rune were built during Overlord Gargauth’s rule under multiple individuals unconnected to House Malphas. I strongly suspect that the Oracle spent over a century planning this strike and placing her pieces on the chessboard so subtly that none of us could notice it.”
The elves… the elves had booby-trapped their enemy’s capital right under their nose over multiple decades?
The Oracle’s degree of foresight was truly frightening. She had planted seeds knowing they would only bloom far into the future, trusting her immortality to keep the scheme afloat. None of Balzam’s notes mentioned the attack either, even if he had at least lived to see the Black Comet visit the world, which meant they had either cancelled the attack due to Belzemine’s presence or simply sat on their secret weapon until the Third Overlord perished.
There would be no way to counter the Oracle without the reigns, Simon realized. The elves’ combination of reach, foresight, and immense patience would have been too great to overcome otherwise. Is that why Mardok implemented the feature in the first place?
Simon would need to spend a reign infiltrating the elven conspiracy in the future. For all he knew, the planned bombardment was only one scheme among many. The Oracle had to have contingencies in place in case that particular attack failed.
“The Malphas intend to leave Marthrone tonight on a ship called the Mermaid’s Daughter,” Lady Shabram added. “I am certain they intend to confront Agnes Firewand within Frightwall at some point today, possibly to evacuate her.”
“Let them try, but have your agents observe them closely,” Simon ordered her. He knew from experience that this would somehow result in the attack’s cancellation, but the details eluded him. “Leave the castle at nightfall, just in case the attack happens anyway, and keep me informed.”
“I have already set up a safehouse for that purpose, Your Majesty. I will report anything new with haste.”
Good. All the pieces were in place now. Simon would finally learn what happened between the Malphas and Belzemine, while hopefully cancelling Frightwall’s destruction and delaying the civil war.
Once he had finished his telepathic meeting with Shabram, Simon then went to visit Duchar on the first floor. The man had the undead rebuild a destroyed workshop into a tidy laboratory housing shelves full of alembics, retorts, and other substances he brought with them from Telluria, alongside workbenches and biology diagrams on the walls. Half-finished meals were piled up near a simple bed. Duchar eschewed luxury and ostentation.
The necromancer was currently examining Hector, who lay tightly strapped on a stone slab. He was surprisingly awake, breathing in the ambient miasma and making heavy respiration sounds while at it.
“Ah, Your Majesty,” Duchar said. He had been in the process of removing the screws in his son’s skull and sealing the holes with an alchemical reagent of some kind. “Let me introduce you to my son, Hector. Hector, say hello.”
“Majesty…” Hector’s voice sounded surprisingly quiet for a giant golem of stolen flesh, almost gentle. “Who… are you?”
“Simon Magnos,” Simon introduced himself politely. “Lauriane’s brother.”
“Lady… Lauriane?” That brought a smile to Hector’s lips. “Is she… safe?”
“Yes, she is,” Duchar said. “Because of you.”
“I’m glad… but I never…” Hector let out a rattle. “Never… got to bring her… the vase…”
“The vase?” Simon Inquired.
“She likes flowers… I had a spiral vase… from Fablan…” He and Lauriane had been close enough for him to know of her gardening hobby. “My thoughts… incomplete… I have metal stuck in my memories…”
“This new mixture should help clear your mind, my son,” Duchar said once he finished sealing the holes in his child’s head. “I must say, I am very pleased with the quality of local ingredients. This wood’s flowers provide extremely rare solutions that would have cost a fortune to produce anywhere else. Your Majesty’s Dungeon also appears to stabilize his mind. He hasn’t been this lucid in weeks.”
“I have to ask...” Simon hesitated over how to word this as politely as possible. “Why is he so… so mismatched?”
“To my shame, I must admit necromancy was more of a side-project than a dedicated academic focus until my son’s… accident,” Duchar confessed before clearing his throat. “I had to operate on him in the field with the materials at hand.”
In short, it had been a desperate hack job. That probably explained the presence of ogre parts in the flesh golem’s construction.
“This is partly why I feel so enthusiastic about Your Majesty’s project,” Duchar admitted. “Refining the soul capture process would let me transfer him into a new, stabler vessel.”
“I can only bind souls of a lower level than me, and he is stronger,” Simon pointed out. “We could cheat by giving him a lower-level Crestone, but–”
“No…” Hector strained against his restraints all of a sudden, though not so violently as to startle Simon and Duchar. “No… I need… it was a gift… do not…”
“No one will take your Crestone away, my son,” Duchar reassured him. He patted the flesh golem on the head to calm him down. It was the first time Simon saw him act, well… fatherly. “I have waited years for a proper cure. I can wait a few more for Your Majesty to overcome my son in levels.”
Simon held his tongue. Hector’s current state reminded him of a sick patient suffering from dementia or another similar affliction. Duchar hung on to the hope that things would eventually return to normal, but Simon truly wondered if anyone could truly recover from being turned into a flesh golem. No Class could truly bring the dead back to true life, and he wasn’t certain the Overlord would be the exception.
“In any case, does Your Majesty have something in mind?” Duchar said, changing the subject. “As you can see, the workshop is now fully functional, so we can resume your crafting lessons.”
“Yes, I wanted to talk about that. One of my Perks–” Actually a title, “lets me craft traps, and I believe I could earn experience from them. I was wondering about setting up an acid pit trap somewhere near the entrance for added protection.” He had, after all, personal experience of its effectiveness. “Do you think we could produce some from the swamp?”
Duchar immediately opposed the idea. “I must strongly advise Your Majesty against building such a contraption.”
“Why? Because it would be too dangerous?”
“No, because we cannot reanimate the corpses for labor if the acid destroys them. It would be more humane if we could put their remains to use.”
Duchar Honorius, always a practical man.
“Moreover, Your Majesty’s Perks let them brew slime creatures on top of potions,” Duchar pointed out. “I would suggest brewing creatures that can serve as both guardians and assistants.”
True… and most would immediately fall under his control due to his Unquestionable Ruler. His Devil Forgemaster Perk’s instinct told him would need more material to create those, though, like cauldrons or chemicals.
He was wondering how to proceed when he sensed a voice at the edge of his mind trying to contact him through the Brand of Sloth.
“Your Majesty,” Cassandra said, sounding a little uneasy on her end of the line. “Miss Kano wants to see us… and she has brought a friend.”
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Simon walked into Odette Kano’s office to find Cassandra and Silk waiting with her.
The Assassin didn’t bother with casual clothes like in the previous reign. She came dressed like the rogue killer she was, wielding both the grimoire encrusted with the Crab Zodiac miasma crystal and a sheathed blade. Although she remained seated in her chair, she appraised him from head to toe the moment he walked into the room.
“Silk, how good to see you,” Simon greeted her like an old friend, partly to mess with her. He hadn’t forgotten nor forgiven her organization’s betrayal in his adventurer reign. “Wait, my apologies. I have heard you go by Elsa Nightengale nowadays?”
Although Silk was composed enough not to be startled, Simon caught that brief flash of unsettling dread in her gaze. His knowledge of her alias had rattled her. “I do not remember meeting you, Mr. Belias.”
“Oh, you do not know me… but I know you.” Now, that ought to have unsettled her to her core. “I recall telling you not to inform anyone of my existence, Miss Kano.”
“You also said you wanted me to introduce you to my Cobweb associates,” Odette replied defiantly, her gaze turning to Silk. “So?”
“He’s too strong to dispatch without significant casualties,” Silk said. “Not worth the cost.”
“Plotting to kill me, were you?” Simon inquired while suppressing a smile. His Anathemic Secrecy Perk had let him edit his stats to appear as a powerful archdemon with a plethora of nasty abilities to call upon. He knew Odette Kano or Silk would try to assess him somehow at the first opportunity.
“We discussed the idea,” Silk replied bluntly before crossing her legs. She had some guts to stand up to someone she thought could probably kill her where she stood. “However, my employer is very curious as to why a powerful archfiend would be active in this backwater village… and rather intrigued by your offer of partnership.”
“What I do in the Darkwood is a private matter, and you would be wise not to dwell on it further.” Simon glanced at Odette Kano’s desk and spotted a lump of gold on it. “You already seem to have grasped what I can offer.”
“This used to be lead before your agent turned it to gold,” Odette Kano confirmed, though Simon had already been informed by Cassandra through telepathy on his way to the office. “It looks cursed to magical inspection, but appears otherwise indistinguishable from real gold.”
“It is gold,” Simon insisted. “And it is yours if you want it.”
“Fool’s gold is what this lump is,” Odette replied coldly. “Crafting counterfeit gold is a crime punishable by death.”
“But it is profitable,” Silk countered. “Magical inspections are rare. We could turn this gold into counterfeit coinage and ship it to Valne or Muse.”
As Simon had suspected, the Cobweb couldn’t care less about trading with a shady fiend so long as it helped the bottom line, and Odette Kano wouldn’t have set up this meeting if she hadn’t considered his proposal.
“There is more.” Odette Kano squinted at Cassandra. “Your witch has been selling magical items to adventurers and threatening my monopoly. I do not appreciate competition under my own roof.”
“Did you do that?” Simon asked Cassandra, feigning confusion.
“I did not seek them out,” Cassandra replied calmly. “Wounded adventurers came to me for healing potions upon realizing I was an apothecary by trade, and I supplied them with the extra ones I had.”
“Ah, of course,” Simon replied. “You see, I have blessed my dear Cassandra with supernatural luck in commerce on top of that whole gold transmutation power. Good deals simply come to her.”
Odette’s jaw clenched, her expression torn between cautious interest and disbelief. “That sounds far-fetched.”
“Is it? I could offer you the same blessing and let you see for yourself. It is the least of the gifts I can offer.” Simon seized a seat and slouched confidently. “As I’ve told you, wealth, youth, and pleasure are within my power to grant alongside the knowledge of how to create Vassal Crestones and cursed items.”
While Odette remained quiet, Silk probed for details. “What kind of Crestones can you make?”
“That would depend on the purity of manalith crystals I receive… and what you can offer me in return.” Simon joined his hands. “I have needs that your Prince of Spiders can satisfy.”
“Such as?”
“Fulfilling my cult’s demands and supplying them, so I can focus on more important things, and helping me locate certain objects I have been looking for.” This would be the occasion to fully assess just how far the Cobweb’s reach extended. “Like that crystal encrusted in your grimoire.”
Silk instantly tensed up. “You are quite the greedy fiend.”
“I offer much, so I expect just payment,” Simon replied with a smirk, knowing starting with an unreasonable demand would force her to negotiate down to something that would still be useful to him. “As for you, Miss Kano, I want you to cooperate with my followers to ensure your customers do not disturb me. I can crush unwelcome guests easily enough, but I have better things to do than to personally squash bugs all day. You will share information on them to my thralls to ensure they can be quietly dispatched.”
“This sabotage would cause a scandal and ruin my business if it comes to light,” Odette protested.
“Only if they survive to tell the tale,” Simon replied. “You are not liable for their safety, are you?”
Silk and Kano exchanged a glance. While Odette remained wary and cautious, a nod from her Cobweb associate tentatively reassured her. She wanted to make a deal, but feared doing so without any backup.
“Very well,” Odette decided. “A partnership it is.”
And so, Simon ‘Belias’ Magnos negotiated a devil’s joint venture contract with the Cobweb and Odette Kano’s Midnight Market.
They spent most of the evening discussing all the finer details of their new partnership, and Simon got most of what he wanted. Odette Kano refused to sell cursed items to customers out of fear of threatening her business when he proposed it, but agreed to provide information on adventurer parties attempting to explore the Darkwood, and she tentatively agreed to receive the Brand of Greed in the future after confirming its effects on Cassandra. Silk also agreed to supply his agents with whatever supplies they needed in return for custom orders, though she refused to provide information on her Crab crystal or any other without consulting the Prince of Spiders first. She also insisted that he sign a magical version of the final contract that would punish a breach with immediate damage, which Simon agreed to easily since his Treacherous Title would protect him from any penalty anyway.
All in all, Simon walked out of that meeting with allies in Whispermire’s key power structures and ensured the town would be under his sway from now on. He could feel the rush of experience filling his soul when he signed the contract. It wasn’t enough to gain a full level yet, but he knew it was just around the corner.
He thought his mood couldn’t get any better, until his connection with Belzemine snapped without warning.
It struck him in a flash, like a tense string binding him being cut and sending all the accumulated force back to him. He nearly stumbled in surprise as if he had been hit in the back of the head.
“Is something wrong?” Cassandra asked with concern once they walked out of the office.
“I…” Simon held his head as he suddenly struggled with a feeling of nausea and weakness. “I’m… not sure.”
He immediately feared Belzemine had been slain, but he didn’t sense her death or any pain through the bond the way Shabram’s demise had echoed through their bond. It was as if he had removed the brand himself, with a void replacing the previous connection.
Simon grit his teeth and focused on another agent. “Shabram?!”
“Your Majesty,” his spymaster answered instantly, her voice betraying a hint of unease. “Agnes Firewand has just murdered the Malphas’.”
Events had played out as Simon had suspected. “What happened?”
“The Malphas encountered Agnes Firewand in her quarters, with one of my spies listening from inside the chimney. He’s giving me his report as we speak. They spoke in the elvish language, and though I haven’t translated the full conversation yet, Illusea was clearly mentioned. According to my spy, they did something that caused her to lash out and incinerate them both before running away. “
“Run away?” Simon’s eyes widened in surprise. “She is alive? Are you sure?”
“Yes, she left the castle in a hurry. I’m having her followed as we speak, though I cannot say where she’s going yet.”
Belzemine was alive, but her connection with Simon had been cut off. He couldn’t sense the Brand of Sloth on her anymore, nor track her down, and he knew for certain she would never do that herself even if that was within her power, which could only mean one thing.
The elves had found a method of disabling Devil Brands.
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A/N: Happy Turkey Slaughter day to my American readers from across the Atlantic ;)
Otherwise, no chapter tomorrow as usual since gonna write next B&C so next one should be on Saturday. Peace.
Comments
Federico
Ok, obviously Void is a time traveler who spent all his life writing this story, just to go back in time and flooda us with goodness.
Myrdin
Laurianne and Hector must have been very close for her to give him a crestone (because I bet it was a gift from her).
Void Herald
Edited, thanks
Void Herald
I mean it was supposed to look like a monster that would be the equivalent of a level 75 foe, but saying that... well it would probably be better off without giving a level at all XD rewritten to something better.
Taylor
Re: him appearing as a Level 75 Archfiend. Doesn't this imply the existence of an archfiend crestone, not sure if this is an oversight? Or does the concept of levels exist outside the crestone system?
A Reader
I have a plan to tighten the nose on Whispermire’s heart, but I require your entire cooperation,” Simon inquired Did you mean noose?
Sly Bayesian Fox
I do love chapters where so much is happening... I would be expecting a lot of time skips since it looks like Simon will get plenty of time to level up, BUT we all know the world ain't that kind
locky
That feels like the in character thing for her to do. But I don’t know if she knows where he is.
locky
His mother and childhood most likely. Probably why he was so keen to just leave at the start of the story.
George R
Amazing chapter
Val
We don't even know if the oracle is aware of the reigns
Gardor
Why is Simon a good guy? Like, where does he get his morality from?
Black Rose
Tftc
Black Rose
Tftc
C. Adkins
He was killed (most likely by Agnes) in multiple previous reigns. Plus Agnes is insanely powerful.
Andy
I'm not sure Malphas getting murdered here make sense, surely they had some kind of anti fire contingencies when talking to agnes
Roden
He got it in the reign were he got Thalas killed because he betrayed each side he joined
A Reader
How did he get his treacherous title again?
Jasus
Let the civil war run its course.
Publius Decius Mus
Simon brewing slimes? Will there be a certain non-eucledian intellect among them of which he will be inordinately proud? Maybe so proud, he will name it after himself? Void, you sly dog, this is a setup to an homage to B&C, isnt't it?
Pradian
Let the elves blast the capital, set up a ambush to take out Euphemia while she is weakened!
CentaureHeart
They carry everytime, which is insanely powerful.
CentaureHeart
Belzemine is bolting towards Simon right now.
Tate Browder
Do the titles carry over from reign to reign? I thought it was just one per, and he currently had “the embraced”
Joseph
There’s the possibility that the oracle can “suspect” when the overlord is on their last reign as it becomes more auspicious to try to remove them making it harder to counter. As Balzam would have tried to refine his path as his loops came to an end and died early.
alejandrox
Thanks for the chapter!!!!
Antony444
Well...that's absolutely not good (from Simon's perspective). The Elves have really done their best in the last decades to go after every Perk and advantage the Overlord does have... Did Balzam know? I suspect now strongly he did...there is only one Brand of Sloth active when Simon does begin his reign, and one Brand of Pride (Agnes). The others, like the Generals, have something else...damn. This changes a lot of things...
GloryHound
Happy Thanksgiving! I am thankful for the new chapter 🥺
