Limitless The Strongest Revenant

"They didn't come to me when I was a Reaper Limitless, they came to me when I was human," Connie suddenly added.

"Eh?"

Connie, freed from her silence, suddenly blurted out something that made no sense. Why the hell would someone connected to the reapers go after a human?

"The Graveyard People do not go into the battlefronts, my lord. They only walk in the sun. Aside from liquidating souls, the only function of the Graveyard Network was to allow communication. All other functions were added by the respective Administration groups of each battlefront."

"Fuck! Why are there so many things I cannot understand? Then why are you writing the articles for the newspaper?"

Suddenly, Connie stopped speaking again. More than frustrated by her silence, I slammed my hand down on the kitchen counter. The force of my outburst cracked the wood. A loud noise also traveled through the house.

She closed her eyes and flinched. It was as if she accepted that I was going to beat her. Seeing her reaction quickly cooled me. I brushed my hair back and apologized.

"Sorry Connie. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just that I find working around gag orders like this incredibly frustrating."

"It's okay Limitless, this job was one of the reasons the other professions would not allow me to join their ranks. Being associated with the Graveyard made most of them wary. After all, who would trust someone like me, right?" Connie explained, holding back tears.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"..."

The other girls and Philip said nothing and waited. Their reactions were similar to those of vassals waiting for their king's judgment.

'Fuck, I have to control my anger. I am not only responsible for myself anymore.'

As I tried to regain my composure, I remembered that I was in the same situation not long ago. After my wedding, the Sirens exchanged information and came up with a complete picture of the chains from the Seeker's Vow.

Fearing for their safety, I could not tell them, even though I had promised them the truth. My reaction now and theirs then could not have been more different.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I cannot tell you," I remember saying, dejected.

"..." x7

At that time, I felt really guilty for keeping the girls in the dark. Keeping secrets was the fastest way to break up a marriage. It took incredible strength to be completely honest with your partner. Many rationalize their weakness by making tons of excuses.

'I'm keeping it a secret so she won't get hurt.' 'This will keep our marriage in one piece.' 'It's been so long it doesn't matter.' 'It's stupid to be completely honest.'

Such excuses were repulsive to me. These same people would blow a gasket if they were the ones being lied to. I saw many relationships crumble from such poison.

Unwilling to do the same, I informed my girls that I had a secret but could not tell them. I half expected them to be angry, or at least hurt. But their responses surprised me.

"If you say you cannot, my love, then we will drop the matter. Every Siren knows that you would never act in anything but our best interests."

"How could anyone think otherwise after he threatened to murder the entire North American Battlefront? I agree, dearest only goes against our wishes for one reason."

"It means those fucking chains will endanger the Sirens. Otherwise, Possum wouldn't clam up like this."

"When I find the fucking piece of shit who owns these chains, I will fucking gut him for what he did to Darling!"

"So, it seems that the Seeker's Vows have a hidden danger related to us. Or was it because Honey's vow affected us that we are in danger?"

"The seven of us have neither taken nor participated in a Seeker's Vow. We only created them and bound other people. The danger must only affect those who are directly related. Husband must be unique. As we didn't notice anything with the others."

"Not that it matters in the least. I will believe whatever Shujin tells me. And since he has bound himself, the Seeker's Vow is out of the question for us. Do not worry, Anata, we will become stronger and rip those detestable things away from you."

Trust. Overwhelming trust in my love. Trust in my judgment and my character. None of them even worried that I was lying or keeping a secret. And that was even before I became their {Kindred}.

This was what was missing between Connie and me. I didn't trust her. And I was angry with her for not putting my needs before her own.

'If I want to be trusted by others, I guess I should learn to trust others first.'

In a way, my life as a human turned me into the worst kind of pessimist. Apart from Red during the enlistment, the people around me were quite loyal. Most of Hellsend even fought a demon on my behalf.

Continuing to doubt the goodness of others would never allow us to truly connect.

"I will leave Hellsend Limitless. For what it was worth, thank you for having me. It was fun."

"Stop. Where are you going? I never said you had to leave."

"Eh? But I am connected to the Graveyard. Aren't you afraid of what they could do through me?"

"If I were a normal reaper, maybe. But I am not. I know too little, having someone connected to the Graveyard would help me in the long run. In order to close Hellsgate, I will use everything at my disposal. Including you and Graveyard. Unless you want to leave for some other reason?"

"NO! I DON'T! I FINALLY DON'T NEED TO BE ALONE! PLEASE LET ME STAY!" Connie shouted at full volume.

Amused by her reaction, I gestured for her to join us again. She quickly hopped back between Yvonne and Cynthia. The two of them hugged her like big sisters as she smiled goofily.

Phillip wiped his monocle and admired the three of them.

"Phillip, all these tangents have wasted our time. I have only one more thing to ask. One you have yet to discuss. The third component in the creation of a battlefront. The willing group of people worth the cost of the sacrifice."

My former exclusive clerk began to laugh like a madman. The rest of us were startled and took steps away from him. However, when his hearty laughter ended, Phillip had a face that looked absolutely deranged.

"I apologize, my lord. It is just that I cannot wait to see the insanity you bring to the battlefront. From what I know of you, I am sure you will not disappoint."

"What the hell are you talking about, you monocled bastard?"

"My lord, the six battle fronts that belong to Earth actually use a very outdated method. But unfortunately, no one can question the words of a Revenant. The Seven Majesties are all quite archaic in their thinking and disposition."

"Point," I ordered impatiently.

"My lord, there is only one rule. The human must choose to become a reaper. Everything else depends on our decision. Throughout history, what instances come to mind when you hear the world reaper?"

"The hooded skulls with a scythe. They come when people are about to die."

"Correct."

"Wait. Are you saying that the hooded skulls are actually reapers?"

Phillip smiled smugly as he nodded. "Correct, which is why the symbol for a reaper varies little across cultures and eras. Whenever humans have been present, reapers have always been just a few steps behind."

"Then the reapers come to every dying person and ask them if they want to join the reapers?"

"Yes, much like the Valkyries of Valhalla. The only difference is that for reapers, their desire to return must be strong enough to give birth to their fate. If not, the reaper simply allows the human to die."

"Fucking hell. More bullshit!"