Odyssey of the Blind God

Ophelia was quiet for a while as she read through the plans and ideas Nial and the others had come up with. She squinted her golden reptilian eyes every now and then just to resume reading everything down to the finest detail.

Her mouth opened every few seconds, and it took her a while to divert her attention from the papers that lay in her hands seeking her attention.

"You want the Elves to take care of nature to create the best possible environment for Faes, and to make sure that the…Fragment of Yggdrasil's branch can grow unhindered…" Ophelia looked at Nial and Master Crevian blankly for a few seconds which caused her to stop speaking. She was too stunned to even think about multitasking as she realized how high the Elves regarded Nial as she continued reading through the files.

"The Elves will also join the…Shelturion…in the creation of a perfect location for Alchemists…At the same time, the Shelturion will implement, update and configure the perfect system to manage the shelter. Everything will be highly efficient and easy to understand even for newcomers as the instruction manual of the system in the shelter will be in various languages…And Yggdrasil's branch will be able to control the managing system once it attains sentience and grows enough to hold and sort all information that enters the sentients… Just what the hell did you plan? Where did you even get your hands on Shelturions, to begin with?!?" Ophelia was now staring with a flabbergasted look at Nial.

She couldn't help but wonder how much someone could change within a decade. Less than 15 years had passed since they last met, yet Nial seemed to have adventured far more than her, and he was much stronger as well.

For now, Ophelia couldn't be certain whether he was a better Runicier than her as well, or he only appeared to have superior skills due to to the memories he had received from the Late God of Darkness but that bothered her as well. Her confidence was slowly crumbling while facing Nial and she didn't like that feeling, at all!

The only comfort was that Nial had received unwavering support from one of the strongest existences that had ever existed in the Universe. That was certainly reassuring even if Nial's teacher was also considered one of the cruelest existences in the Universe.

Her superior had also advised Ophelia to keep a distance from Nial since he might turn into the incarnation of the Late God of Darkness one day. But even if he wouldn't turn into Damian's Incarnation, many races were bound to attack him in the future, just because he was in possession of dark energy, the power that belonged to the Late God of Darkness.

However, Ophelia was also told to take a look at Nial for herself. She shouldn't judge others just from the way they perceived someone. The Universe didn't discriminate amongst its dwellers and even if it looked like that sometimes. It was just a matter of what people did with the gifts they had received. If they gave up on themselves even before trying, it was not the Universe's fault.

Saint Runicier Siegfried was the one who told Ophelia to visit Nial and take a proper look at him after they met once half a lifetime ago. It was only obvious that many things had changed but it was uncertain whether it was a good or a bad change.

And from what Ophelia saw right in front of her, she couldn't help but feel amazed and a little bit jealous at his progress!

"You want to have the best possible smithy in the shelter, using the Dragon Crystal as the core of the forge? That's pretty dangerous if we're not careful…" Ophelia mumbled when she read the next parts of the plan Nial and the others had come up with. These parts were about the tasks that would be given to the Army of Dracos, including her and the others who had just arrived in the Halheim shelter.

"I believe in your capabilities," Nial responded calmly when he heard her mumbling which caused Ophelia to look up for a moment.

She stared at Nial whose expression was eerily calm and let out a sigh.

"Don't you think it's foolish to believe in us like that?" Ophelia inquired but Nial shook his head.

"I think your people would hate it if someone like me were to hate them for blindly believing in your capabilities. I chose to trust you, Michael and the other Dracos because of your talent and skills. I also got to know their talent as blacksmiths is exceptional.

The expansion of the Halheim shelter was completed very quickly but it is highly durable and very well organized. The forging chambers are also pretty impressive," Nial said as he commended them for a job well done.

Ophelia continued to stare at him just to lower her head slightly to return back to reading.

'He figured that the higher-ups said that nobody should offend him in any way, or did anyone tell him that?' She wondered while clearly recalling how many times she had been told that someone like Nial shouldn't be offended.

They couldn't be certain that Nial wouldn't go berserk and turn into a second God of Darkness, after all!

However, looking at Nial as he was right now, it was pretty obvious that it would require some extreme act to actually offend him. If anyone were to kill the people he loved, Nial might turn into a monster that could wreak havoc. But other than that, Ophelia was not sure how someone like Nial could turn into a bad person.

He was way too kind and explained the things she didn't fully understand calmly and repeated over and over that he trusted the experience and knowledge of the Shelturion, Elves, and Dracos.

Nial didn't even doubt for a second that they could betray him, which was foolish on one side but also a clear indicator that he was not worried at all.

Was Nial too confident in his strength and the belief that nobody would ever dare to betray him, or did he have another plan? What would happen if anyone were to betray him?

Ophelia was curious about that but she was not actually willing to test it out. She didn't even feel like betraying him, to begin with, and it was just her curiosity that turned Nial into a great target.

However, when she was just about to reach the last few pages of the plan Nial had in mind.

"You want to accept War refugees after interrogating them to make sure that they're not some psychopaths or mass murderers? Doing that you will use 'Dominion', whatever that may be…are you sure that this will work?" Ophelia asked, not quite understanding why someone would accept war refugees in testing times like these.

It was simply too dangerous to accept war refugees since all of them were likely to have murdered members of other races which could then turn into a conflict once opposing races were to seek asylum in Nial's new shelter.

She appreciated Nial's generosity of giving importance to the weak when creating the shelter but it was not always a good decision to help out everyone. It might turn into a big mistake which was better to be avoided until one was strong enough to deflect any kind of force by merely mentioning your title.

Nial was far from attaining such strength for the time being and it would take a while until he would become that powerful!

"It will be fine, don't you worry!"