Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Contemplating the stupid dilemma, I watched my {Vassal} stuff her face without a care in the world. I then remembered Pixie's request when we first met.

"Mr. Limitless, what I want is in floor 19. I cannot go there alone, and as I have no handler or sponsor, I barely managed to survive here. I wish to leave this place and join you as you pass by the 19th floor."

The 19th floor. Much like my other Vassal Eva, Pixie wanted me to take her there. I was so caught up in so many things I hadn't gotten back to her. We even dove past the place she wanted and headed here.

'Fuck, I completely forgot about it. Just what kind of guardian am I?' I rebuked myself inwardly.

They often said integrity could never be bought. Much like honor it was impossible to expect them from cheap people. Only men of impeccable caliber placed importance in such things.
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I have long learned from Earl that I wanted to be such a man. Between my adopted father and my real one, the one I wished to follow was the former. Unable to stop myself, I ground my teeth at the realization that I was becoming like Frank Smith.

One of the things I hated about him was that he never remembered the things he said. He broke every promise he told me and everyone else. I saw firsthand how the worth of his words dropped every time he did.

Until eventually his words no longer had any value. By that point no one spared any time or attention to anything he said. It was a slippery slope, and just saying I forgot was nothing more than an excuse.

Pixie stopped eating and asked anxiously, "My lord? Are you okay? D-Did you want chicken by any chance?"

Hearing the worries she had in her mind, I ended up laughing out loud.

"Pfft! Hahahaha! No Pixie. You can eat that bucket as many times as you want. When you finish, I will rewind it and give it to you. Add It to you {Auto} and you can keep eating it forever," I explained.

"OH! You're right! It's like the bullets from our guns! WOW! So I really can keep eating this forever? We will never ever have to worry about food again!

My lord! Your {fate} is amazing!"

Her praise made me feel awkward. I placed my hand on her head and brushed it tenderly.

"I find you more amazing Pixie. I actually wanted to apologize to you."

"Eh? What for, my lord?" she asked wide-eyed.

"For not being able to take you to the 19th floor. I promised you I would do so but kind of forgot about it. I am sorry. You must have been disappointed that I didn't do my part."

"AH!"

Startled Pixie dropped the food in her hands and quickly took mine. Her fingers were slimy as fuck from gravy, grease and saliva but I didn't mind. The young reaper raised my hand as she passionately replied.

"My lord! I am not! I don't mind! You have already given me so much! I would still be a slave if not for you! I know how hard you live my lord!

I do not expect you to drop everything for my requests! I asked you to teach me how to fight and you did!"

"Technically I didn't. Robyn, Joshua and Claire were the ones who did."

My {Vassal} fiercely shook her head before emotionally refuting.

"NO, MY LORD! They only did because of your name. Everything I have right now was because I am the {Vassal} of the one and only {Limitless}. Even if someone else bought me, none of them would treat me more than a pet or a sex slave.

"My lord, you were the only one who saw potential in me. And you were gracious enough to buy even D for my sake. This will be a favor I could never repay. My mother's {fate} may have been the cause, but you could have just as easily stole if from me. After all everything a slave owned belongs to her master!"

What Pixie just shared now was true. I remember saying as such to her when I was about to buy her. If I told Carlyle all I wanted was Pixie's soulgear, the ugly bastard would have simply taken it from her.

Unknowingly I took the high road without meaning to. Objectively speaking it would have been easier to scare Pixie by mugging her with a gun.

"My lord, I owe you more than you will ever know. Thus, no matter what you need, say or do, I will serve only you. As for going to the 19th floor. I am willing to wait. {Compass} has never been wrong.

"It was what led me to D, and it also led me to you. I also asked it every day if I should go to the 19th floor, and up until today the {Compass} told me no."

"Huh? It said no?"

Nodding Pixie stretched out her hand to manifest her {Fate}. It was only now she noticed how dirty her fingers were. She quickly brought out alcohol and tissue and washed her fingers.

She then did the same with my hands. I noticed the brands and recognized that these were the items I bought on my date with the Sirens. The young girl tried to answer me while she panicked at dirtying my hand.

"Yes. I normally ask {Compass} a question. And if it wishes to, it points me into a direction. The number of times it answered my questions are far and few in between. I am getting better but big sis Claire says I needed more training."

"Ho? So, Claire is the one training you on using your {Fate}?" I asked in curiosity.

While I was the reason my people came together, they had their own lives. They were not NPC's nor side characters. They were living and breathing people. Hearing how they help one another made me fuzzy inside.

"Yes! Big sis Claire is the strongest Manifested reaper among the Wolves! I am part of her fan clubs the Knights of Azure! Basically, she told me that {fates} were quite grumpy. If you ordered them to do something they would never agree.

"Instead, you have to nurture your relationship and to talk to them like a friend. The more you talk the more they will follow. Even lady Rhiannon said the same thing. And it works! I sometimes feel my soulgem heat up for no reason!"

"…"

Pixie's explanation caused me to stop. It seems like I wasn't the only one who noticed. The Sirens told me my belief and understanding was eccentric. Thus, I never tried to teach anyone else.

Claire may have been the baby of the 2nd Amendment. She might have been a weak Saint of Golden Wick disillusioned with honor and reality. But much like Pixie, right now, Claire Knight was already considered a powerhouse by the rest of Hellsend.

The only Saint that serves as a Squad leader for the Blue squad and Vela's Wolves. Her words carried with them a weight not many could disregard. As the first among the Saints who braved the front lines she has since then become an idol to many.

Robyn was even more an icon. The Sirens were already as famous as super stars in Hellsgate. They were a group of beautiful women that willingly took on a Mercenary army for their {Kindred}. It was hard not to fall in love with them.

I see. Even though the girls didn't believe me originally, they already began to teach their subordinates about my own learnings. That must mean that Jo was the one who thought Claire, and most probably the Wolves.

And once those they taught showed results even more would learn it to be true. I wonder why none of the Sirens ever told me though.

Before I could probe further, Pixie added on as she resumed eating chicken.

"Anyway, {Compass} has always done its best for me. She is like my older sibling! So I will listen to her. When she tells me I can go to the 19th floor, then I will go."

"Is that so. But Pixie. You haven't told me yet what it was you wanted to find on the 19th floor."

"Oh? I didn't? It's nothing much, my lord. I just asked {Compass} to show me my mom."

"PFHFFFT! WHAT?!" spitting out my drink I asked in disbelief.