Lord Of Doom!Reincarnated Into a Novel as the Strongest Side Character-Chapter 69: The Fujiwara clan

Of course, just as Gojin had concluded, the Emperor was a member of the Fujiwara clan. This clan was known for its practitioners of dark magic, believing in Divinity rather than Mysticism.

Mysticism involves the pursuit of understanding the hidden truths of the universe through personal experience and insight. It often focuses on the connection between the individual and the cosmos, exploring the spiritual aspects of existence beyond the physical realm. Mystics seek to experience the divine directly, often through meditation, rituals, or altered states of consciousness. Mysticism values intuition and personal revelation, suggesting that ultimate truths can be discovered within oneself.

Divinity, on the other hand, refers to the nature of gods or the divine, often associated with religious beliefs and doctrines. It encompasses the worship of deities, adherence to sacred texts, and the moral codes that arise from these beliefs. Divinity is typically seen as external, involving a relationship between humans and a higher power that dictates the moral order of the universe.

According to some records, the clans had managed to seize power about a hundred years ago. They were even thought to have links with demons, and many theories supported this notion, though not all evidence was straightforward.

The Fujiwara clan was widespread, with each member harbouring their own dark ambitions. Samurai, who were traditionally against demons and integral to their existence, were prevalent around the Palace, and some families resided in the city.

Samurai despised demons and trained rigorously to kill them, boasting superior martial arts skills and the ability to eliminate these threats. Other details about the Fujiwara clan remained unknown in the records, leaving only a scant amount of information available.

The clan head was a young lady, whose appearance was a mystery to everyone, known only by her gender. She was considered both young and ancient, leading to various interpretations among the people. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

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Arriving at the Palace was a sight worthy of praise. Guards moved about, and servants and eunuchs bustled around.

Yes, eunuchs were often castrated to ensure they could serve in the palace without the distractions of familial ties or sexual relationships. This practice was believed to make them more loyal and focused on their duties, particularly in royal households where women were often secluded.

The Samurai were out of sight, yet surely present at every corner of the Palace. When comparing an Exorcist or Reaper to a Samurai in terms of martial prowess, the latter would undoubtedly prevail.

However, Gojin had different thoughts. He wondered how his little foxy was faring, likely concocting schemes and accumulating dirty money, hoarding it to buy useless things. For the thousandth time, she wasn’t little; being over three hundred years old was no joke. That was three damn centuries—a whole revelation of the human experience with countless lessons learned.

The trio were currently seated on the clean tatami mat in the vast Grand Hall, where the Emperor typically held meetings with his officials and nobles. They had removed their shoes outside. The tatami mat was large, covering most of the space, about the size of three large libraries. The room was illuminated by multiple lanterns, while sunlight streamed through the white shojis that surrounded the hall. In front of them, a considerable gap of meters away, was the Grand Throne, where the Emperor, who had yet to arrive, mostly sat. Expectedly, a few but highly trained guards surrounded the hall, hiding behind the large red-painted pillars.

After a short while, with Gojin already getting restless, the grand doors of the hall opened wide, pouring in enough sunlight for two long shadows to enter before the door closed again. These shadows belonged to the Emperor and his Heavenly Trained Private Guard—a young man in his mid-twenties, said to have been trained by a God from the Heavens after nearly dying in the Mortal realm. This was no mere rumor. The young man wielded a Heavenly Great Sword, a magnificent weapon forged from celestial materials, shimmering with an ethereal glow. Its blade was impossibly sharp, capable of slicing through the air with a sound like thunder. The sword was said to hold the power to wipe out three hundred men with one swift move, the wind force it generated equal to that of an EF2 tornado. Gojin knew that in a hand-to-hand battle, he stood no chance against him, but with techniques, he believed he could turn the tide. This thought was shared secretly with Kenji, while Sakura preferred to admire the warrior’s beauty instead.

The young man had flowing white hair that fell below his shoulders, framing a diamond-shaped face. His nut-brown eyes were captivating, drawing attention with their intensity. He was athletic, clad in knight-like armor that glimmered subtly in the light. The armor was intricately designed, combining both elegance and functionality, with layered plates that offered protection while allowing for fluid movement. Each piece was adorned with celestial motifs, hinting at his divine enhancements. Standing at 6’4", he exuded an aura of strength and grace, his expressionless face betraying little of the power that lay within.

As the Emperor passed the trio with a wide grin plastered on his face, his royal red and purple robe flowed elegantly behind him, hands crossed at his back as he made his way to his throne.

Agnis, the Heavenly Warrior known by his foreign name, stood beside the throne, a wooden staircase with six steps leading up to the high seat. Agnis remained at the bottom, his gaze fixed on the trio.

Kenji and Gojin were both captivated by the thought of an epic hand battle with Agnis, their imaginations running wild. Meanwhile, Sakura found herself lost in dreams of a life spent together, chasing rainbows in her mind, utterly enchanted by the warrior’s presence.

"Did you feel his aura?" Gojin whispered to Kenji without letting his mouth move.

Doing the same, Kenji replied, "Obviously, but it’s not as draining as yours. Yours can make a God tremble on their seat; only mere humans are safe from your type."

Gojin smiled at these words; it was the most intelligent thing Kenji had ever said since he had known him, undeniably his best. Kenji now looked different to him after this compliment.

This was true, though: Gojin’s aura was far more sinister than Agnis’s. Even the Heavenly Warrior seemed to have felt it but managed not to react, pondering how this was possible in his mind, which was previously filled with wars and blood.

The trio quickly greeted the Emperor, bowing their heads and avoiding eye contact. They were merely following tradition and culture, showing little concern for how high the Emperor stood, the greatest man of this era.

"Please, my good subjects. Raise your head," the Emperor said in a soft and gentle tone. The trio didn’t even pretend to be reluctant; they instantly complied and looked back at the Emperor, which made the High Human chuckle with a richness and royalty in his voice.

"I see you are all straightforward. What’s your favorite food?"

Eh? Food?

Gojin and Kenji’s eyes lit up, and instantly a list began to arrange itself in their heads. They were ready to unleash their Supreme List!