Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Yellow Plains, Freedom Fighter's headquarters. "The Emissary of Light didn't need a reason," Sansa scoffed, shaking her head to answer Wyatt, "Gideon Grim was an idiot to think he could walk out of the Empire alive—let alone convince the Emissary to ally with him. As a devil worshipper, he was already as good as dead the moment he set foot there."
Her lips curled into a smirk, her tone laced with amusement despite the deep shit she was in before continuing, "The only reason the Emissary didn't kill him on sight and actually let him spread his 'Devil's Temptation' was because of his love for theatrics. He used Gideon as a prop—a spectacle to entertain his fanatic masses and strengthen their faith in him. But I guarantee you, he must be pissed that he couldn't finish Gideon and he escaped from right under his nose. Knowing him, he's just waiting for Gideon to return to the Card World so he can finish what he started. That man knows how to hold a grudge."
Wyatt let out a low hum, nodding. "Ah, demons," he muttered, recalling the Empire's deep-seated hatred for anything sentient that wasn't human. And even among humans, they only truly got along with a select few—the ones who fully embraced their doctrine or were open to it.
Now, it all made sense.
The reason the three mischiefs never joined hands with the Dark Races in Clown Mask's future vision? Religion. Though it was mainly the Emissary of Light. The other two had to follow for the sake of their feeble alliance. But now that Gideon promised to give them what they sought from the alliance things changed. However, born, raised, and ultimately crowned as the ruler of the Empire, the Emissary Of Light wasn't just a product of their belief system—he was its embodiment, his origin card was the proof of it. He shared their values, their ideologies, and most importantly… their deep, unwavering hatred for the Dark Races. From the very depths of his soul, he despised them.
Religion had never crossed Wyatt's mind as the answer because in this world there were no gods—not even in the way Earth did. Sure, monsters, demons, and devils were rampant here but it never gave birth to religious superstition. As for other superstitions like coincidental ones for example wearing the same socks to work every day for luck, there were more than plenty of those. The closest thing the people of the Five Regions had to a god was the Card World's Will. It didn't judge them based on their morals, beliefs, or deeds; it impartially rewarded their effort through baptism and provided realm suppression during demon invasions. Other than that, it stayed neutral—unless called on it to witness an oath.
Things here were straightforward. No divine intervention. No mystical prophecies. No room for superstitions. Unless, of course, you were from the Empire or worse… a demon worshipper.
As Sansa watched Wyatt nod in understanding, she felt her thoughts spiraling—bold, reckless thoughts. Maybe there was still hope for her and Wyatt, despite everything.
The Supreme Leader and the Emissary of Light scared her enough to force an alliance with them. But Wyatt? He terrified her enough to submit. She had never feared another being as much as she feared him. With her current strength, she could handle herself against the other two mischiefs, the top ten strongest, the Four Rulers, or even the Founders. If she couldn't defeat them, she could at least escape gracefully.
But facing Wyatt? She was only alive because he allowed it. And that was the terrifying part. It wasn't just his power that unnerved her—it was his methods, they were mysterious, unfathomable, and downright horrifying. She had no doubt in her mind that Wyatt could put her through a fate worse than death if he wished.
A chilling thought settled in her mind.
That, If she became useful to him… if she proved herself obedient… would he keep her around? Wyatt was an incredibly logical man. With his ambition, he was bound to make many powerful enemies. A tool like her could be useful. She could be valuable to him. And if she played her cards right… maybe she could survive and get to live her second start with her beloved. "There are a lot of rumors about the Emissary of Light," Sansa said, her voice taking on a conspiratorial edge hoping to establish herself in Wyatt's life using the small role he had given her to play, she continued, "For example—some say he can't die until his mission in this realm is complete. That he can't lose against evil-doers. That power will always be granted to him when he needs it. That he can cure any disease afflicted by a believer."
She scoffed adding, "And the crazy part? He's proven every single one of those rumors true on multiple occasions."
Sansa studied Wyatt's face for a reaction but found nothing. Still, she pressed on, hoping to hook his interest as her survival depended on it, "That's why you're seeing more and more people—powerful and influential people—defecting to the Empire. Betraying their families. Abandoning their regions. They believe in him. They believe he's divine, born to save humankind."
Sansa paused for a beat, gauging Wyatt's expression before continuing, her voice dropping slightly, "And now, after breaking through to the Card Demigod realm to defeat Gideon Grim—despite failing to kill him—his believers are going crazy. Their faith in him has skyrocketed. There's a new rumor spreading now—" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍
She leaned in slightly, voice hushed but laced with intrigue, "People are saying no one in the Card World can defeat him. That he is the true son of the Card World."
Sansa pulled back, shrugging, though the weight of her words lingered as she expressed her disbelief, "And honestly? I don't know how he's supposed to pull that off. A human becoming a Celestial Being's son? It makes no damn sense."
She sighed, watching Wyatt intently, hoping something—anything— she said would catch his interest. And then she saw it.
Wyatt's expression shifted. The moment she uttered those last two sentences, his face darkened—his eyes sharpened, grim and calculating.
Sansa felt a shiver crawl up her spine. Did I just say something important? She wrecked her brain to figure out what she said caught Wyatt's interest but all she did was talk about some rumors.