After his introduction the Varia household became far more alert, for the world to manifest your words without the speaker facing backlash was an unheard of phenomena which only meant one thing 'The man before them was an Unfathomable existence that their mere Earl Household could not dare to provoke.'
Marcus woke up half an hour after he was healed oblivious to all the pain he experienced, but hiss gaze always quivered when he looked at the man who drove him to near death with just a single attack that wasn't even meant for him entirely.
Ivarthen or as he preferred Ivan walked back to his ' resting place' where his belongings, or a portion of what remained was.
He looked at his heavy metal armor before waving his hand making it dissapear, he then walked towards the 8 Jade stones that stood in a corner of the room that resembled a small Altar.
On each was Engraved years in a range of half a Millenia each totalling to the 4 Millenia he had slept.
"From the Witch of Dusk, Albedo Mortiary," a book laid next to the stone was Titled.
Ivar picked it up before sitting on the smooth rock and begin reading.
"I'm assuming by the time you read this a few Millenia would have passed, I hope by then you've at least regained a sliver of your purpose. But that is beside what I want to tell you.
In the first two Millenia of you slumber, while I still personally cared for your Tomb, I discovered a way to kill you," Ivar paused raising an eyebrow, that found a method he couldn't despite the millenias that he lived, he chuckled finding her claims amusing before continuing.
"I know it might sound bizzare but we did stumble upon a way, and executed it, And you did die, but from you destroyed flesh, melted bones and shattered soul, you arose...No what you did was not simple Regeneration or resurrection, what happened what we witnessed was no different than rebirth."
"Rebirth, but in all the instances I've been at deaths door I would usually regenerate and thus only occured when the said weapon could actually breech the toughness of my skin?" he questioned intrigued by the witches philosophy.
"We watched as you were embrassed by green. good light filled with voracious Vitality. From the pits if death we watched as your Soul which had scattered into fragments was restored piece by piece, your body which was no longer present, reforged from the very same energy but with a slight difference.
You who at first glance appeared to be A veteran warrior in his 40's to Late 50's was now reduced to a baby who had just been born, Yet despite this change you remained in slumber.
A quarter century passed and you had grown into what appeared to be a 20yr old by human standards, but that was it. From then on your body no longer aged, yet your strength slowly and steadily returned to what was once it's peak and surpassed it.
Many tried various ways to End you but all failed not leaving even a single scar I cloaked your location once more and this time only my descendants knew, I gathered all the items and riches throughout Millenia that bore your name, one after the other every weapon, every armor, every gold, every gem and stashed it all. within your Tomb. You've suffered too much for this world Ivar, I hope when you awaken even without your purpose being found, I hope you can finally enjoy your life, I marked the rebirth of Your body and soul as your birthday may you start a new in
a clean slate away from the enemies of old and grudges forged in blood."
"I'm not sure if my descendants still live but if so do visit them, I have engraved it in my bloodline that you are our backer and we your supporters, I will never forget the favors of Goodwill you brought upon me, may you receive the little gratitude this Stone heart witch still has, With Love Albedo Mortiary."
The book lit up and folded into a map. "These are the locations of your Three General's Tombs, They wished for me to inform you if where they rest and of their descendants so you may be a little less heavy handed on their stupid future generations," a side note read .
Ivarthen let out a laughter one of nostalgia traced with a deep sadness, how could he have not prepared himself to awaken in an Era that no longer knew his name.
Yet the friends he forged in battle, the people he aides on his whims, where actually the only ones to honor his name and carry his legacy through their own descendants.
His heart set ablaze as he smiles warmly, I won't forget you five idiots, your family is my family, your ancestry is my ancestry, your enemies my own, your blood my blood, I will protect them as it they were my own blood to that I give my word," he vowed before breaking the Jade stones on the Altar.
A flood of memories flashed through his mind as he grasped the commonplace of the current era.
An era of scholarly work unlike his of wars and blood, the current era was one of relative peace with the only threats being human greed as always. The vast majority of races either extinct, forgotten or expelled from the current Continent which houses a majority of humans.
"It would seem their prowess in Mana arts, magic arts and weapon arts has degraded, that along with their technology, times of war is where things truly thrive, where creativity is like the grass on plain fields," he commented
He then picked up an odd cube immediately turned into a bracelet that latched on his arm, he scanned it's insides only to be stupified by it's Contents.
Silver coins, Gold Coins, Platinum Coins, Royal Gold Coins, Gems, Crystals, Ores, Natural treasures, Elemental Stones, Peak Mana shards, Stones and Crystals, Spirit shards, Stones and Crystals, Libraries of Griamores and Totems, Elixirs, potions and pills, An Armory of weapons, materials of beasts extinct or uncommon in the current era, Herbs, roots and leaves. It could be said the contents of the cube rivalled and surpassed the treasury of a medium sized kingdom. And this was without including Ivan's own storage space.
"Looks like she gathered all the waste that I had discarded, ohh well I'll just use it on these youngsters who don't know any better," he laughed heartily.
If people had his words and see the contents of the odd bracelet they'd stone him to death!
The materials he calls waste could be used to make Grade 8 at worst and 9nat beast positions or weapons and yet the guy called it waste?! Then what exactly was worthy in his eyes?!
Ivan stared at the Mana Vent he had been sleeping in all these Millenia's and smiled A few more decades and you would have birthed your first Aether fragment, too bad I woke up early," smiled as if not registering the the gravity of his words. He waved his hand and all his residual Mana was cleansed if the Vine leaving it pure and pristine
He wakes out and headed toward the Varia household he took a deep breath as calmed his thoughts.
This is a new. Era where I am unknown, without a name, without a people, I'll forget my own way as I come to terms with what the accursed gods did to me, yes that should be my purpose...my goal, and to do that I must take a first step regardless of how small it'll be I'll take it,' he resolved as he stopped infront of them.
"I will not apologize for what I've done, nor will I seek out your sympathy, pity or understanding," he begun unhurriedly as he addressed them all.
"But this is not my Era and I wish to start it with a blank state and so can we start over..." he proposed extending his hand.
"My name is Ivarthen but you can call Ivar or Ivan," he reintroduced erasing his past Monickers.
Getrude looked at the hand if the young man, who seemed no older than her grandkids she then stared at her old friend who shook his head with a defeated smile before sighing.
"My name is Getrude...Getrude Varia nice to meet you Ivar," she complied as she shook hus hand not noticing the childish grin on Ivar's face.
' Aren't you a lucky old geezer, to think I'd meet one of my Generals descendants so easily, I'll make sure they're safe Belian Varia."