Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-26517142-20160928001230

Jeiel continues his lengthy pause. He drinks water. "Sebyl said that Druella met her and the Paths, days after the battle we had with Alcamarie in Mahounia, west of Lescatie. On those days, I was badly wounded. I was sent to bed to treat my wounds. Her spies had gathered written data from the undertown itself.

According to her sources.... many years ago, there had been plans of countermeasures against the advances of the Maou. The J'el Project.. was the only one of its kind that thrived. It entailed the creation of a humanlike being able to resist Mamono charm, have an indefinite supply of SE in his veins and a magic potential big enough to dwarf the Demon Lord's. That someone.... was me. And as of what I heard.... I was the only survivor."

"I was to be the perfect plan... but something happened.. and... that's why I ended up in the Outlands where Praetor had hailed from. It explains why.. I have Resilience. Why I can practice Allegiance without ending up.. dead."

Jeiel looks at Doc. "Doesn't it ring to you, Doc? The uncanininess? That... there's no way they may seem wrong?