The visit left an indelible impression on Izikel,
"Who were those men?" He asked Dremlin.
"They are Inquisitors from the Order of Final judgment, they serve the queen as a force against evil,"
"Like the police?" Izikel wondered.
Dremlin wore a confused expression, "police?"
'oh shit, they don't have police here,'
"I meant protectors of the kingdom and the enforcers of the law,"
"That is what the knights and saints are for, the Order of Final judgment hardly concern themselves with things like that, they hardly ever show their face in public," Dremlin explained.
Izikel wondered what kind of evil was he referring to.
Dremlin couldn't help but feel uneasy looking at the calm expression Izikel had. Since he returned from the other side he hadn't shed a single tear for his mother or his father. Can amnesia really make one forget their own parents, isn't that a fate just too cruel for a little child like Izikel.
He quickly wiped the tear drop from his face before Izikel would notice, thinking back to when last he cried. 'its been decades'
Izikel simply stared blankly at the body, he felt nothing in particular for the man but there was still a unending linger of sadness,
"How was he?"
"Your father? he was a good man, everybody in the village loved him especially you, and he loved you too, very much,"
'I don't know if I should feel guilty that his son isn't here or if that is even a good thing, that way he wouldn't have to bear the pain of his life falling apart in only one day… I know how much that sucks'
"Young master, we have to prepare the body for burial,"
"Don't worry you can go ahead, I think I'll stay here for a while,"
Dremlin nodded, then signaled and two men came in with a stretcher to take the body away.
Soon Izikel was left in the quiet of his office, he walked around for a while before carrying out his true intention.
The office had a bookshelf with lots of books and that was what he needed the most right now, information about his new world.
"History of the Lunar kingdom, perfect,"
He took out the dusty old book and opened it on the table.
"Page one, All hail the lunar moon, bright and beautiful, enchanting and wonderful. She gives us light and guides us through the darkness even in the darkness…."
As Izikel read further it felt like he was reading a religious book instead of a history book. It made him understand that this new world was built around the servitude of gods.
After a few minutes he could no more bring himself to continue reading poems about the moon, so he picked up another one, this time talking about the five great kingdoms. It was less about poems and more about a great war, so it was easier to read.
The five great kingdoms each believed in one of the five great gods.
The Lunar kingdom, the one he was currently in, believed in 'the Silver goddess of the enchanting night', represented by the lunar moon.
The Bloodmoon kingdom, worshiped 'the veinless mother of life', represented by the blood moon, one of the three moons he had seen in the sky last night.
The Beltri Valley, believed in 'the Order of Nature', represented by the sky and sea, but according to the map Izikel couldn't find any water body big enough to be called a sea.
'maybe it's outside the continent,'
In the map the Beltri valley was surrounded by a mountain, with no sea around.
The white kingdom were believers of 'the Princess of frozen waters', represented by the white moon.
And finally The sun kingdom of Sol, worshiped 'the First Light that burns for all of existence', represented by the sun.
Izikel read the true name of the sun god over and over again, trying to remember why it felt so familiar until he remembered where he had seen that name. In the letter.
It was the god that had summoned him before discarding him from existence.
"The First Light"
The name reminded Izikel of unpleasant memories, but he had to stomach it. He silently made a vow to prove everything this god had said about him to be wrong. In this new world he would live the life of someone worthy enough to be called a hero.
A thought suddenly popped up in his head,
'If Oroborn really did plan everything from the start why did he send me to the First Light instead of just summoning me himself. The only reason would be that he could not do it himself, but why?'
Another mystery to add to the already long list. He believed if he continued brainstorming like this, he might discover clues about Oroborn.
The Kingdoms shared a similar hierarchy structure. The Lunar Kingdom was ruled by a Queen, she was considered the Archbishop, then there were the heads of the four noble bloodline acting as Bishops, with the head of sub families acting as Priests and high priests.
These bishops managed the governmental affairs of their region, with the help of the priests and high priests.
Izikel's family wasn't nobility but they were still given a region to lord over as Priests because of their contributions during the Great war.
There were other gods like the Verdant mother of Life and the Order of Final Judgment with believers, but they were not one of the Great gods.
The Order of Final Judgment or the church of death as they were normally called, were allowed to have altars in the Beltri, Sol and Lunar kingdom after the great war, to serve as a special force against evil. Izikel suspected that altars were a big deal since they were serving gods in this world, but it seemed like it meant a whole lot more.
He picked up another book to shed more light, but this one spoke about terms Izikel could hardly understand. He continued reading for a while before giving up and searching for another book.
In his search he found a small circle dent on the wall beside the bookshelf, upon close inspection he discovered that it had the same symbol as the insignia on the ring he had collected from his father and the circle looked like the ring could fit it.
Izikel took off the ring and tested it, and it was perfect fit, staying firm even without Izikel's support.
Suddenly there was a creak, and the bookshelf began to slide out to the other side, revealing a dark staircase going down.
"A secret passage," Izikel's eyes widened, "I wonder where it leads,"
He knew there was only one way to find out. There were fire torches hanging on the walls leading down the stairs, their dancing flames casting eerie shadows in the already ominous path leading downwards.
With a big gulp, he took one brave step after another, slowly descending into the unknown structure.