Chapter 200: Morrites
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"I won't bother with you anymore!" grumbled Knight Villaime.
True to his words, he focused on his lord and blocked out any words coming from Kimon.
Meanwhile, Kimon slowed his pace to join the Drateel. He kept giving them strange looks as if he was having degenerate thoughts.
However, the mask he wore made the twins a bit skeptical.
Why did he keep looking at them?
Was there something on their face?
Lyra couldn't keep those questions within for so long. She bit at him, "What is it?"
"Ohh…Nothing, Miss Lyra. It's just...I have only seen a handful of morrites. Adding you and your brother to that list is a weird process for me. Tell me, have you ever tapped into your morrite's trait before?"
"What do you mean?" asked Lyra while Ciaran simply paid attention to the conversation.
"Well, the morrites are an artificial race, but that doesn't stop them from possessing a few unique perks. If I recall correctly, each morrite would manifest an ability called Kyos when they come of age. Can I suppose you have acquired your Kyos?"
Lyra slightly frowned, "Noo….this is the first time I am hearing of this. I don't remember manifesting any strange ability."
Kimon turned to Ciaran, "What about you? Wiccans are most likely to manifest their Kyos earlier than witches."
"Nothing on my side, either," said Ciaran.
Kimon went silent for a few seconds before speaking up, "I see…your morrites' gene must still be dormant. Same with your father. I suppose this is for the best."
There was nothing like a half-morrite. One was either a morrite or not one. However, a third option existed. Since the morrites gene was hereditary, there was a possibility of the gene lying dormant in one's body for varying reasons.
This mostly occurred in the bodies of morrites that were the union of an adult morrite and another race, perhaps humans or elves.
"It appears that you are familiar with the makeup of morrites," cooly said Lyra.
"Well, I did meet a few morrites, dazzling ones at that," offered Kimon.
He lied smoothly.
Kimon had only met one morrite…and that was his teacher. However, he had not just met any witch. He had met the Immortal Witch, a witch that didn't gain her title by idling around.
Circe was one of the earliest morrites. He knew not what her Kyos was, but he reckoned it tied directly to the secrets of her immortality.
Occasionally, Circe would tell him the history of morrites. So, that was why he was confident in his knowledge about them, especially now when the lores surrounding witches were kept secret.
"Is that so…..?" wondered Lyra.
Kimon paused and directed his gaze at her, "You haven't met any morrites besides yourself and your brother?"
"Yes. I don't suppose I should have met one, should I?"
"But that makes little sense. Your grandmother's coven should have reached out to you. Maybe during your childhood and you forgot about it."
"I guess that is possible….." trailed Lyra.
The conversation with Kimon was confusing her and Ciaran. It was immensely embarrassing that they knew little about themselves and had to rely on a masked man to shed light on themselves.
"That should be the case. I'm sure they have been watching you and your brother for a while now," concluded Kimon.
Morrites were more than a race. They were a close-knitted family that had long ago escaped their destiny as the "evil of the world".
They were prone to building secluded homes they called covens and raising their young ones there. In some instances, a coven could have more than a millennial heritage. That was just how firm they were.
Anyway, Kimon knew it wouldn't do any good to keep on questioning the twins.
He concluded the conversation just in time as Lord Gawyne took them underground via a basement. They quickly exited the basement with a side door, entering a large cave filled with dim crystals.
The first thing Kimon noticed was the sharp air. There wasn't a particular aroma or strong scent. It was mainly the beaming energy in the vicinity affecting it.
The second thing he noticed shocked him utterly. All around the surfaces of the cave were two-dimensional complex geometrical shapes drawn on them. It gave the cave a mystical vibe. The shapes resembling magical circles were ritual circles. Each of them served a different purpose.
Kimon smiled at the sight of this, "Lord Gawyne, your mother must have had such a fine taste and talent. This room is beautiful to the extreme."
He looked up and discovered a large hole in it. The hole was covered with a thin magical glass that was angled perfectly to meet the blue moon.
Kimon could understand the logic behind this. Moon was a powerful ally for ritualists. The thin glass would attract the power of the moon and purify it. Then, it would direct it towards the altar that was beneath it.
"Brilliant….." commented Kimon.
He had studied ritual magic before so he could see the exquisiteness of such design and the sheer wealth poured in to make this cave. Most of the things that looked normal were far from that.
For instance, to draw the ritual circles, Lord Gawyne's mother most likely used the blood of a powerful creature. He could smell it.
The dim crystals were called Celenais. It was a type of gemstone that was found deep in the earth. Now, the practice of uprooting natural oddities from below the earth's surface was not popular since it damaged the earth.
It was more likely for one to find a pot of gold lying around than to find a chunk of Celenais.
Also, the cave was enchanted.
Kimon speculated, 'It should be a fourth circle enchantment. This enchantment spins the mana around and mixes it with ley energy, producing the violent, pure hybrid energy that is roaming here.'
Kimon walked up to the stone altar and touched the dry blood on it with his fingers, "All these efforts for a past-time hobby? I don't think so. Not even a noble lady would be willing to spend this much.. Lord Gawyne, it seems like your mother attempted to cure her curse here."
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"I won't bother with you anymore!" grumbled Knight Villaime.
True to his words, he focused on his lord and blocked out any words coming from Kimon.
Meanwhile, Kimon slowed his pace to join the Drateel. He kept giving them strange looks as if he was having degenerate thoughts.
However, the mask he wore made the twins a bit skeptical.
Why did he keep looking at them?
Was there something on their face?
Lyra couldn't keep those questions within for so long. She bit at him, "What is it?"
"Ohh…Nothing, Miss Lyra. It's just...I have only seen a handful of morrites. Adding you and your brother to that list is a weird process for me. Tell me, have you ever tapped into your morrite's trait before?"
"What do you mean?" asked Lyra while Ciaran simply paid attention to the conversation.
"Well, the morrites are an artificial race, but that doesn't stop them from possessing a few unique perks. If I recall correctly, each morrite would manifest an ability called Kyos when they come of age. Can I suppose you have acquired your Kyos?"
Lyra slightly frowned, "Noo….this is the first time I am hearing of this. I don't remember manifesting any strange ability."
Kimon turned to Ciaran, "What about you? Wiccans are most likely to manifest their Kyos earlier than witches."
"Nothing on my side, either," said Ciaran.
Kimon went silent for a few seconds before speaking up, "I see…your morrites' gene must still be dormant. Same with your father. I suppose this is for the best."
There was nothing like a half-morrite. One was either a morrite or not one. However, a third option existed. Since the morrites gene was hereditary, there was a possibility of the gene lying dormant in one's body for varying reasons.
This mostly occurred in the bodies of morrites that were the union of an adult morrite and another race, perhaps humans or elves.
"It appears that you are familiar with the makeup of morrites," cooly said Lyra.
"Well, I did meet a few morrites, dazzling ones at that," offered Kimon.
He lied smoothly.
Kimon had only met one morrite…and that was his teacher. However, he had not just met any witch. He had met the Immortal Witch, a witch that didn't gain her title by idling around.
Circe was one of the earliest morrites. He knew not what her Kyos was, but he reckoned it tied directly to the secrets of her immortality.
Occasionally, Circe would tell him the history of morrites. So, that was why he was confident in his knowledge about them, especially now when the lores surrounding witches were kept secret.
"Is that so…..?" wondered Lyra.
Kimon paused and directed his gaze at her, "You haven't met any morrites besides yourself and your brother?"
"Yes. I don't suppose I should have met one, should I?"
"But that makes little sense. Your grandmother's coven should have reached out to you. Maybe during your childhood and you forgot about it."
"I guess that is possible….." trailed Lyra.
The conversation with Kimon was confusing her and Ciaran. It was immensely embarrassing that they knew little about themselves and had to rely on a masked man to shed light on themselves.
"That should be the case. I'm sure they have been watching you and your brother for a while now," concluded Kimon.
Morrites were more than a race. They were a close-knitted family that had long ago escaped their destiny as the "evil of the world".
They were prone to building secluded homes they called covens and raising their young ones there. In some instances, a coven could have more than a millennial heritage. That was just how firm they were.
Anyway, Kimon knew it wouldn't do any good to keep on questioning the twins.
He concluded the conversation just in time as Lord Gawyne took them underground via a basement. They quickly exited the basement with a side door, entering a large cave filled with dim crystals.
The first thing Kimon noticed was the sharp air. There wasn't a particular aroma or strong scent. It was mainly the beaming energy in the vicinity affecting it.
The second thing he noticed shocked him utterly. All around the surfaces of the cave were two-dimensional complex geometrical shapes drawn on them. It gave the cave a mystical vibe. The shapes resembling magical circles were ritual circles. Each of them served a different purpose.
Kimon smiled at the sight of this, "Lord Gawyne, your mother must have had such a fine taste and talent. This room is beautiful to the extreme."
He looked up and discovered a large hole in it. The hole was covered with a thin magical glass that was angled perfectly to meet the blue moon.
Kimon could understand the logic behind this. Moon was a powerful ally for ritualists. The thin glass would attract the power of the moon and purify it. Then, it would direct it towards the altar that was beneath it.
"Brilliant….." commented Kimon.
He had studied ritual magic before so he could see the exquisiteness of such design and the sheer wealth poured in to make this cave. Most of the things that looked normal were far from that.
For instance, to draw the ritual circles, Lord Gawyne's mother most likely used the blood of a powerful creature. He could smell it.
The dim crystals were called Celenais. It was a type of gemstone that was found deep in the earth. Now, the practice of uprooting natural oddities from below the earth's surface was not popular since it damaged the earth.
It was more likely for one to find a pot of gold lying around than to find a chunk of Celenais.
Also, the cave was enchanted.
Kimon speculated, 'It should be a fourth circle enchantment. This enchantment spins the mana around and mixes it with ley energy, producing the violent, pure hybrid energy that is roaming here.'
Kimon walked up to the stone altar and touched the dry blood on it with his fingers, "All these efforts for a past-time hobby? I don't think so. Not even a noble lady would be willing to spend this much.. Lord Gawyne, it seems like your mother attempted to cure her curse here."
"I won't bother with you anymore!" grumbled Knight Villaime.True to his words, he focused on his lord and blocked out any words coming from Kimon. Meanwhile, Kimon slowed his pace to join the Drateel. He kept giving them strange looks as if he was having degenerate thoughts. However, the mask he wore made the twins a bit skeptical. Why did he keep looking at them?Was there something on their face?Lyra couldn't keep those questions within for so long. She bit at him, "What is it?""OhhNothing, Miss Lyra. It's just...I have only seen a handful of morrites. Adding you and your brother to that list is a weird process for me. Tell me, have you ever tapped into your morrite's trait before?""What do you mean?" asked Lyra while Ciaran simply paid attention to the conversation. "Well, the morrites are an artificial race, but that doesn't stop them from possessing a few unique perks. If I recall correctly, each morrite would manifest an ability called Kyos when they come of age. Can I suppose you have acquired your Kyos?"Lyra slightly frowned, "Noo.this is the first time I am hearing of this. I don't remember manifesting any strange ability."Kimon turned to Ciaran, "What about you? Wiccans are most likely to manifest their Kyos earlier than witches.""Nothing on my side, either," said Ciaran. Kimon went silent for a few seconds before speaking up, "I seeyour morrites' gene must still be dormant. Same with your father. I suppose this is for the best."There was nothing like a half-morrite. One was either a morrite or not one. However, a third option existed. Since the morrites gene was hereditary, there was a possibility of the gene lying dormant in one's body for varying reasons. This mostly occurred in the bodies of morrites that were the union of an adult morrite and another race, perhaps humans or elves."It appears that you are familiar with the makeup of morrites," cooly said Lyra. "Well, I did meet a few morrites, dazzling ones at that," offered Kimon. He lied smoothly. Kimon had only met one morriteand that was his teacher. However, he had not just met any witch. He had met the Immortal Witch, a witch that didn't gain her title by idling around. Circe was one of the earliest morrites. He knew not what her Kyos was, but he reckoned it tied directly to the secrets of her immortality.Occasionally, Circe would tell him the history of morrites. So, that was why he was confident in his knowledge about them, especially now when the lores surrounding witches were kept secret. "Is that so..?" wondered Lyra. Kimon paused and directed his gaze at her, "You haven't met any morrites besides yourself and your brother?""Yes. I don't suppose I should have met one, should I?""But that makes little sense. Your grandmother's coven should have reached out to you. Maybe during your childhood and you forgot about it.""I guess that is possible.." trailed Lyra.The conversation with Kimon was confusing her and Ciaran. It was immensely embarrassing that they knew little about themselves and had to rely on a masked man to shed light on themselves. "That should be the case. I'm sure they have been watching you and your brother for a while now," concluded Kimon. Morrites were more than a race. They were a close-knitted family that had long ago escaped their destiny as the "evil of the world".They were prone to building secluded homes they called covens and raising their young ones there. In some instances, a coven could have more than a millennial heritage. That was just how firm they were. Anyway, Kimon knew it wouldn't do any good to keep on questioning the twins.He concluded the conversation just in time as Lord Gawyne took them underground via a basement. They quickly exited the basement with a side door, entering a large cave filled with dim crystals. The first thing Kimon noticed was the sharp air. There wasn't a particular aroma or strong scent. It was mainly the beaming energy in the vicinity affecting it. The second thing he noticed shocked him utterly. All around the surfaces of the cave were two-dimensional complex geometrical shapes drawn on them. It gave the cave a mystical vibe. The shapes resembling magical circles were ritual circles. Each of them served a different purpose. Kimon smiled at the sight of this, "Lord Gawyne, your mother must have had such a fine taste and talent. This room is beautiful to the extreme."He looked up and discovered a large hole in it. The hole was covered with a thin magical glass that was angled perfectly to meet the blue moon.Kimon could understand the logic behind this. Moon was a powerful ally for ritualists. The thin glass would attract the power of the moon and purify it. Then, it would direct it towards the altar that was beneath it. "Brilliant.." commented Kimon. He had studied ritual magic before so he could see the exquisiteness of such design and the sheer wealth poured in to make this cave. Most of the things that looked normal were far from that.For instance, to draw the ritual circles, Lord Gawyne's mother most likely used the blood of a powerful creature. He could smell it. The dim crystals were called Celenais. It was a type of gemstone that was found deep in the earth. Now, the practice of uprooting natural oddities from below the earth's surface was not popular since it damaged the earth. It was more likely for one to find a pot of gold lying around than to find a chunk of Celenais.Also, the cave was enchanted. Kimon speculated, 'It should be a fourth circle enchantment. This enchantment spins the mana around and mixes it with ley energy, producing the violent, pure hybrid energy that is roaming here.' Kimon walked up to the stone altar and touched the dry blood on it with his fingers, "All these efforts for a past-time hobby? I don't think so. Not even a noble lady would be willing to spend this much.. Lord Gawyne, it seems like your mother attempted to cure her curse here."
