Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

Chapter 1515 Order of the Faceless Magi

Lebu was so stunned that he didnʼt even know how to react.

All the grace, poise, and manners that he had learned over the course of his life were immediately thrown out of the window.

He stared at Nilremʼs figure in a daze.

The old man was half covered in shadows and half illuminated under the glow

of the hanging lamp. And yet, his face couldnʼt be seen at all. Just the outline of his figure and the gleaming mysteries in his pale blue eyes.

Lebuʼs mouth turned dry, and he kept swallowing, trying to chase the

discomfort away.

Nilrem waved a hand, and a waterskin appeared on the table. He gestured to the ginger-haired man to satiate his thirst.

But Lebu was seemingly oblivious to everything around him except the mysterious old man standing before him.

”Just...” he finally managed to muster out a word. ”Who are you people?” ”We are an ancient secret organization older than the Brotherhood,” Nilrem began in a dignified voice. ”We are older than even the Doom of Feypore.” ”The Doom of Feypore!” Lebu was stunned.

Lebu knew little about the era that predated the rise of the Haynam Empire, the Sovereign Union, or the Acadian Empire. But he knew one thing for certain: the cataclysmic event known as the Doom of Feypore was something that occurred over five thousand years ago.

And yet, Nilrem claimed that the Order of the Faceless Men was an

organization that predated even the Doom of Feypore!

No matter how much Lebu wanted to believe him, no matter how he tried to reason it out, the claim sounded utterly bogus.

”Yes,” Nilrem said with a faint smile. ”Our origins lie deep beneath the glory and splendor of Feypore, in the mines that fed the empireʼs endless greed. Our founders were slaves taken from countless lands, forced into labor.”

Lebu fell into a kind of trance as he listened to the origins of this secret order.

”Although they came from different cultures, they were bound by the same fate, Nilrem continued.

”They shared a single creed: all faces fade in time, and time fades all faces. When Feypore fell, the Order survived. The Faceless Magi vanished from history, resurfacing only when unrighteousness threatens to swallow the world.”

Lebu remained silent for a long time, trying to comprehend the weight of those words.

”Even if what you said is true,” he said. ”Your organization emerging now would mean...”

”Yes.” Nilrem nodded. ”The wicked have grown strong, and those meant to protect righteousness have chosen compromise. The Faceless Magi reveal themselves only when the world needs correction, when injustice must be dealt with.”

He paused, his lips curling into a knowing smile. ”You already know who Iʼm talking about, donʼt you?”

”The Cult of Bones...” Lebu murmured.

”Indeed.” The old man nodded. He deeply looked at the Agent and continued, ”I must commend your investigation and deduction capabilities. They are truly praiseworthy.”

”So, I... I was correct?” Lebu couldnʼt believe it himself.

Even he thought that his wild theories would never get him anywhere, that he was simply trying his luck as he made circles out of straight lines.

But to think that he had actually been right all along...

”We orchestrated the events that happened in Amberfall almost seven years ago,” Nilrem said in a dignified voice. ”We stopped the Mana Core Cultist, Osbert, who threatened to destroy the city by releasing a Rank 4 undead knight.”

He leaned over, pressing his fists against the table. His eyes narrowed, and he continued:

”And yes, it was we who assassinated Nyle Damon and Vaelor Voris. We have identified the traitors of the Twilight Brotherhood and are actively trying to get rid of them.”

”Why!” Lebu rose to his feet. ”Why are you meddling in our business?”

”Because this is the right thing to do,” Nilrem answered without hesitation. ”The Twilight Brotherhood was meant to be a righteous faction. It was your duty to maintain peace and protect the innocents, was it not?”

Lebu found himself at a loss for words. He hung his head in shame, gritting his teeth as anger welled up inside him.

”But instead, you became a proxy for that heinous cult,” Nilrem continued. ”So we have emerged from the shadows of history, not only to correct the balance of Tron, but also the Twilight Brotherhood.”

”By embedding spies in our organization?” Lebu sneered.

Nilrem sighed. ”You have the wrong idea, young man.”