The Poet's System
Chapter 76: Divine Arches

Chapter 76: Divine Arches

The room was decorated with a massive bed—large enough for four—its golden frame filling the space with warmth. To its right was a window, and beside that, a door leading to the washroom.

On the left wall hung nothing but a portrait of the King. His eyes mirrored Astara’s—the same confident gaze—but his black hair differentiated them. The divine flag stood beside him.

Directly opposite the bed was a desk, adorned with his uniform, books, a small mirror, and a seat. To its right stood a wardrobe.

Medora’s room was right next to Daylan’s, on the right.

"You guys must rest—it’s a direct order from Captain Alucard. Since it’s almost nightfall, your meals will be brought to you," Rodger said, then excused himself.

Daylan and Medora stood at their entrance, shrugged at each other, and then headed into their rooms. The moment he stepped inside, Daylan shut the door behind him, placed the cat on the desk, and hurled himself onto the bed.

It didn’t take long before his expression turned cold. He rushed to the washroom immediately. He still wasn’t fully recovered from the seasickness—and he’d forgotten to ask Medora to heal him. He had been holding it in all this time, but at that moment, he couldn’t anymore.

By the time he returned from the washroom, he was the very definition of weak. The cat was resting on his bed, and the moment he joined it, he pulled it into a hug. What followed was a long, deep sleep.

He missed his meal, but that didn’t matter. The next time he woke up, it was to a strike from Medora—directly to his chin.

She was neatly dressed in her uniform but had refused to untie her ponytail. Instead, it was bound with a red banner—the one she’d gotten from Artist.

The moment she saw his face, she healed him without hesitation and told him to get ready to meet the Divine Arches.

He dragged himself to his feet, while Medora sat on his bed with the cat, stubbornly refusing to give him even a little space.

He hadn’t realized there was so much white in the uniform, but it was safe to say he owned it. The fabric rested gently on his body—in total submission. The whiteness complemented both his hair and eyes, making him stand out and easy to spot.

Daylan was in front of the mirror, teasing Medora with his incredible looks, when a knock came at the door—it was Rodger.

"I didn’t expect you two to look this good in uniform—especially you, Medora," he added, bowing with a smile.

Daylan opened his mouth in shock. "How?!"

No matter how many times he asked, Rodger ignored him—and then it was Medora’s turn to tease. They descended the stairs into the hall where they had seen the Divine Arches celebrating the day before.

This time, they were all gathered—on Captain Alucard’s orders. Fifteen Divine Arches stood in the hall, and before them was Captain Alucard.

The moment they arrived, everyone turned to look—not because of their appearance, but because of the white cat perched on Daylan’s shoulder.

Alucard seized the moment and drew their attention to himself. "These are Daylan Rhys and Medora Isla—your new potential members."

From the look on their faces, they weren’t surprised. It seemed many had been called potential members before—but few ever became one of them.

Turning to Daylan and Medora, he said, "Rodger will be introducing you to the most relevant members," before walking away.

The first person Rodger introduced was a brown-skinned guy with big braids that reached his chest. He seemed cheerful, a toffee tucked in his mouth.

"This is Callum—the Punisher." Callum smiled and waved at them. "His strongest ability is Divine Judgment."

Next came a girl with blue eyes and long blonde hair that reached past her knees. She looked fierce—like someone always ready for battle, a true warrior. Beside her stood her twin sister, who had a similar presence but wore her hair short.

"The one with long hair is Marina, and the short-haired one is Mira." Neither of them glanced their way, focused entirely on their wines. "Their strongest abilities are Divine Matter."

"Do they share the same ability?"

"No. It’s an armor artifact with the same name, but different aspects and appearance.

You’ll see it soon enough—since they’re two of the strongest Divine Arches, you’ll be bound to go on missions with them."

Both Daylan and Medora gave a firm nod.

The next was a man with glasses, white hair, and a calm demeanor. He stood apart, quietly reading a book.

"This is Devin—the Summoner." The moment Devin realized they were watching him, he left the hall. "His strongest ability is Pro Seed."

"Pro Seed? He plants stuff?" Medora asked, a confused expression on her face.

Rodger smiled. "No, the seed isn’t literal. It’s the book he holds—his worth artifact. When activated, it turns into a paper-like dragon that plants ideas, energy, and motivation.

That’s the positive side—the part he’s allowed to use to support each Divine Arch. The summoning side, however, is so demonic it’s been banned."

Someone immediately approached them—a girl with silver hair and blue eyes, bearing a strong resemblance to Astara.

"It isn’t very nice to describe someone’s abilities so thoroughly, is it, Rodger?"

She then turned to Daylan and Medora. "I am Milana Quincy, and yes, I am Asta’s older sister."

Both Daylan’s and Medora’s eyes widened as they stared at her. "She told me a lot about you, Daylan. I didn’t think I’d get to see you this soon, though."

She outstretched her hand to greet Daylan, who was still stunned—Astara had never mentioned her sister. The more he thought about it, the more he realized Astara hadn’t spoken much about her family at all.

"By the way, my strongest ability? I don’t really know, but light is my artifact’s aspect."

Milana paused for a moment. "Don’t worry—it’s an armor and a hammer, not as beautiful as Astara’s sword."

"See you around," she said, waving over her shoulder as she began to walk away.

"See you around," she said, waving over her shoulder as she began to walk away.

She was a tall woman with long grey hair, her pale face etched with a look that suggested she hadn’t smiled in years.

"This is Rebel. The Iron Storm."

A few wines were brought before them, but Daylan refused while Medora and Rodger each took some.

"Her strongest ability is Iron Storm—an armor and sword with a storm aspect."

The Divine Arches finally began moving. Rodger gestured for them to follow as he prepared to take them on a tour.

"Don’t be fooled—the others are just as strong as the ones I mentioned. It’s just that those play more significant roles. If you noticed, you couldn’t sense a single aura. That shows the gap between them isn’t that big."

"Okay... so are the Divine Arches the strongest in the whole world? Right after the Vital Five?" Medora asked, sounding a bit tipsy.

"Don’t be silly... many strong people don’t like the idea of titles. Divine Arches are no different from chivalries—they’re just on a different side.

As for the strongest, there are the royal knights, royal arches, judges, and even those Divine Academy students—the prospects—they all hold their own."

Daylan smirked at the mention of the Divine Academy—finally, he could visit Zira once he became an actual Divine Arch.

Not long into their tour, Medora’s movements grew sluggish. Apparently, alcohol was one thing her healing ability couldn’t fix.

Since they had a long day ahead, they took the opportunity to rest. Helping Medora with her steps, they escorted her to her room, and Daylan finally returned to his own.

He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what exactly Astara had told Milana about him. As far as he could remember, they didn’t share many memories together.

As he lay there, the cat walked over to him. "Watching you sleep is very exhausting."

Startled, Daylan instinctively flung the cat off his chest and sat upright.

"Calm down, it’s me—Pry."

His expression darkened. "Pry?"

Pry jumped back onto the bed. "Look at me—I’m a cat now."

"Why did it take you so long? And why are you a cat?"

"I told you I’d speak to you at the monastery. I think this is it."

"This is the monastery I was thinking of. I didn’t even know I’d become a Divine Arch."

"Well, you’re not becoming a Divine Arch anytime soon. It’ll take a while to get to the person you need to meet."

"Who’s this person?"

"What’s the fun in telling you? You’ll find out along the way."

Daylan lay back down on the bed, and soon a thought crossed his mind. "If Captain Alucard gave you to me, does that mean he knows about you?"

"Yes. You’ll learn a lot about him later on."

Daylan smirked. "Considering how cruel you are with me, I never thought you had friends."

"Don’t piss me off... I used to be human, you know? Had many friends back then—was even worshiped for my incredible prowess."

Daylan’s expression darkened. "You used to be human? I thought you said you were a protector or something."

"Yes, and I also told you Ascendants are humans who transcended mortal strength."

"I don’t remember that."

"Just so you know—you and your friend will go missing after tomorrow. I’ll tell you more after that."

Pry lay down on the bed and fell asleep, while Daylan continued staring at the ceiling, no longer troubled by her suspicious words.