Morrin stood in the training area shocked, it had only been a week but Dyre had almost mastered the spear techniques that Morrin had been using for almost a hundred years.
There Dyre stood surrounded by sand breathing heavily but smiling at his work.
"I wonder what we'll receive after mastering this one?" Behemoth said. The young man could only smile brighter at the thought.
"So much for 'it will take over a thousand years to learn half of my dune spearmanship', Huh. Mammon said, chastising her general.
Much to Behemoth's delight and Dyre's confusion. He had not taken part in Mammon's breakdown so his knowledge of what had happened was shaky at best.
Mammon had actually been with Morrin every time he was teaching Dyre. And she too saw the Young Beacon's incredible growth rate.
But decided to chastise her subordinate rather than compliment Dyre.
Dyre though only kept smiling now that he had full confirmation that he could learn anything if he and the one teaching him both wanted, there the sky was the limit for his potential.
"So after stealing from my general, what are you going to do next?" Mammon asked curiously, Dyre just smiled and nonchalantly said.
"Learn magic."
It wasn't the most shocking revelation for Mammon, many warriors picked up magic in various ways to become stronger. Even Morrin, her general, had done that to create his spearmanship.
But the intent behind those two words, no the greed behind them made the KIng of Greed smile widely.
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It had almost been a year since Tyren's disappearance and theft, Owen had already searched his province of Polance twice over, until deciding that the brat was already long gone.
And the angel Rapheal had not returned to him, much to his annoyance
He now sat in a chair across from an elderly woman whose eyes were coated in a golden glow, a training spear was held in her hand as her face went from confused to annoyed in a repetitive cycle.
"Have you found anything yet?" Owen asked the old woman, said old woman was the most powerful seer known to the holy kingdom.
Owen had come to the holy kingdom's capital, Vistras to seek her services in finding the bastard and the treasure he had stolen.
But sadly the seer Lucy had for the first time in her life had trouble finding the culprit.
"Nothing, all signs of the person you are searching for end at the border of the great plains. Lucy said solemnly she was quite excited to have been hired by the savior of the heavens himself, but the originally thought easy task was anything but.
"So you can do nothing?!" Owen said with clenched teeth, but Lucy only wagged her finger to this.
"Now, I have to get serious, who is it that you're looking for again?" Lucy asked with keen interest. Owen had never told her the apparent thief's name.
"Will it help you find him?" Owen asked, annoyed.
Lucy only smiled and responded with the time honored.
"Old age curiosity."
Owen sighed and then said in a low voice.
"A bastard that I should have cut down a long time ago." Owen said in a way that ended Lucy's 'curiosity'.
"Fine!" Lucy said while slamming down the training spear and when she did a swirl of holy swirled around her.
The holy power rose on to the ceiling and swirled into a golden vortex and after a flash of divine light.
It descended, a body of nine golden rings impossibly linked together, in its center a sphere of divine power that looked like a miniature sun, and on every ring was nine eyes.
This is the sub angel, Thrones and the reason that Lucy was the greatest seer in a hundred years.
Because no human could escape the eyes of Thrones.
And as Lucy lifted up her hands her eyes shifted from a humans to an angles golden pupil and black iris.
And as her body was covered in divine power, Thrones disappeared.
"Now let us find this thief of your's." Lucy said in an almost theatrical voice.
In Lucy's eyes there was everything, her connection to the sub angle allowed for truly omniscient sight.
She saw everything, the entire province of Polace, The buffalo that ran along the fields of the great plains, and most curiously of all the great mountain Everorta.
Yet nothing escaped her vision, she was closer than ever. She knew what to do, just start at the beginning.
It was like she was there, Lucy was in a hallway and she was trying to find her target. Her target ran past her.
The build of the body was that of a young boy who had barely reached teenage years. His face though was completely obscured by white fire.
'He's younger than I thought" she said to herself," than after him in the vision.
"I see him!" The seer shouted to the Paladin, Owen raised an eyebrow.
"And what do you see?" Owen said thinking to himself if she actually learns of the identity of the thief he could just kill her.
"I see a young man running through your home, He stops at a door!"
"What's behind the door!" Owen yelled, feeling that he finally had gotten somewhere.
"An office, it seems to be in disarray and he is looking for something in a bookshelf."
'Finally!' Owen thought to himself, He never told Lucy what was stolen so now he knew he was close to finding him.
"He's taking a small white book." Lucy was working the hardest she ever had even though she could she an outline of a young man whose defining features were a mystery to her.
"He's taken something out of a desk drawer, And has disappeared!" She said confused.
"Where did he go!?" Owen roared, which did not help Lucy with her concentration.
"He went to the border of the Great Plains." She said as she appeared next to the visage of the unknown thief.
She watched as the boy tore up the book and as the book fell it caught alight. But after that it became hazy once again.
"Well? What happened?" Owen was obviously annoyed at the lack of new information.
"It's foggy." Lucy said vaguely knowing that the book was what Owen was after and her not want to be the bearer of the news.
Knowing this was going to be the hardest part, Lucy brought her Holy power to its peak.
The vision gained clarity, and for the first time she saw a defining characteristic of the child.
White hair, not grey or of white, snow white hair that almost went to his shoulders. This was surprising for Lucy because the only person known for white hair is.
But before she could continue that thought, the white hair disappeared from her again.
She followed knowing that this place would be where had been hiding from Heaven's Saviour.
It was a dark and desolate land where no flora or fauna could be seen.
The only thing of interest was a black gate. Lucy stood in shock, of course she knew what this place was and what that gate led to.
But before she could say anything the vision stopped and deteriorated around her.
There Thrones was in the middle of the void with nothing around him still sharing his vision with Lucy.
There was nothing but a black void, until five large red pillars appeared from below.
And with the appearance of the pillar came two red massive balls of fire in the distance, like two suns set in the sky. Lucy was terrified, she didn't say a word out of fear.
Then a defining and deep voice spoke.
"Wow, and I thought the young Beacon overstepped!" The being said in a light tone that didn't fit his voice.
"Who's the young beacon?" The seer croaked out in front of Owen, her question brought a chill to the paladin much to his surprise.
There was no answer from the void, only a small laugh and then like a bear trap all five of the pillars bent in the direction of thrones and without any trouble crushed it.
From the outside Lucy just collapsed dead, Owen shook her trying to get more answers yet received nothing.
Owen sighed and left the mansion of the now dead seer. As he boarded his carriage, he could at least feel somewhat closer to his goal.
"Beacon." Owen said to himself. Not knowing the significance of that name until it was far too late.