Most Powerful Entity in Academy-Chapter 66: Kynar Voss 1

Kynar Voss POV.

(flashback)

I was an orphan.

I never knew my dad or mom.

Those sons of bitch should have taken responsibility at least, but no.

They run away like what dark elf dad does to his child.

The only person I could trust was myself.

Thankfully, I was in an orphanage funded by the Church.

From a young age, I was fascinated by swords and magic.

My goal was to grow strong and have a family of my own.

"I swear I will protect my family," that’s what I was thinking when I was a child.

I was born around the year 1012 AA.

(AA=After Arthur)

I was born in ancient times.

An elf orphan...

It was a terrible experience.

Especially in the Valentine Empire.

Back then, racism was extreme.

They really knew how to do it well.

They called me most of the time: pointy ear, small dick, weed lover, etc...

Being an elf meant I matured slowly, so I started at a disadvantage.

But I didn’t care.

I trained.

Every day I prayed to God.

In the end, one day it happened—I could wield divine power.

A golden light radiated from me.

The Church took me in and began training me.

Because even them can’t close their eyes to my talent....

We went through brutal training.

Being chased naked through the mountains by hunting dogs.

Destroying demons.

Do training for a month without sleeping.

Secret operations.

Fuck, even thinking about that hell is painful.

Then I completed my training and became a full-time inquisitor.

Those were chaotic times.

Actually, there were hardly any proper, peaceful periods in the world.

In this goddamn world, dealing with monsters and even more monsters pouring out of dungeons...

This world can’t be cleansed unless it’s blown to pieces.

I mean, we need to reset for everything to be clean.

And monsters weren’t even the only problem—there were wars.

Every race attacking and plundering each other, endless suffering and its aftermath...

Mahakar Empire sells weapons, Sylvarion Empire attacks everyone while defending elf supremacy, Dragnar Empire is just pissed off, and demons want to take revenge because humans attacked them first for resources.

I mean complete mess.

The ages passed.

But the rulers also changed.

When you’re an inquisitor in the Submission faith, you face the dark side of life even more.

If you’re not 6th tier or above, it’s pure hell—and even people above 6th tier are rare.

Those old monsters... everyone above 6th tier has a slowed aging process, and their full lifespan is unknown because no one above 6th tier has ever died of old age.

They usually perished on battlefields.

Some fell ill.

Or some lived so long they committed suicide...

Almost all long-lived races end up choosing the last option.

Probably the oldest living being above the 6th tier is Iris von Dragnar.

Over 1000 years old.

Anyway, the Submission faith changed with history.

By the time I reached 150 years old, I was already at the top of the Inquisition.

For an elf, that was an incredible honor.

This shows there is no discrimination against certain races among religions because God forbids us this.

And I had met the love of my life, Samira—a succubus I saved in Nochtral.

I pitied her and saved her from a slave merchant.

I married her, but I knew our chances of having children were extremely low.

Saints came and went.

I saw great figures in history.

The names of territories also changed with time...

I started feeling like a relic of history.

Now, I know why there are so many who commit suicide in this world.

I loved my wife so much.

Samira was a loyal succubus to me.

Or at least I thought so... and I still don’t know.

I did tons of missions.

I was having a good comrade at that time.

My last mission was simple.

An ordinary village was said to be controlled by demon god worshippers.

In such cases, suspects are interrogated based on intelligence, and if found guilty, they’re tortured and killed.

Their families are interrogated too.

Because everyone is a potential criminal.

After all, almost everyone in our Inquisition thought the same way:

"Does God love you? I don’t know. But you’ll ask Him yourself soon enough."

It was madness, but when everyone around you is mad, it’s hard to notice.

My last mission was the usual simple stuff.

The village wasn’t very large.

But the main list of culprits was about the Adams family.

The Adams family was the ruling family of Imkansia village in the Sylvarion Empire.

Basically, the village chief.

The village population was 3000.

I gathered all my gear.

"Honey, when are you going to retire? You’re already more than 380 years old," Samira said, head bowed.

I sighed. "Samira! Our duty is to destroy all things related to enemies of the gods, and this will continue until I die!" I shouted without realizing.

"Honey, calm down! I just wanna inform you about something, "I cut off in the middle of our sentences.

"I’ve got a go, Cardinal Joshua waiting for me." And I took my sword and all things necessary.

"IDIOT! Cardinal Joshua is a demon god work—" My wife couldn’t finish her sentence; I had slapped her.

I could endure her insult.

I could even handle if she cut my dick.

But don’t touch my religion.

I was grateful to them since I was a child, because they fed me.

They gave me an opportunity nobody gave me.

A family....

I regretted it deeply that day.

That day was the first time I slapped my wife.

I don’t know why, but I couldn’t hold myself this time.

Maybe I am a hypocrite.

Because this was my dream to have a family, but now I don’t know what to do.

Please god show me the way.

But some things can’t be taken back, and I left for my mission.

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