172. Greetings
The reason Margan sent separate invitations to the banquet to Deius Verdi and Northweden, who had already died, was a kind of warning and entertainment.
It is a warning to bring back the left hand of the former saint Stella, which is her own, and at the same time, she is unaware of the death of Deus Verdi.
It was part of a bizarre joke that only demons would laugh at.
“Am I seeing it right now?”
Leaning on her balcony, Margan kept her eyes on Deius as he got off her carriage.
The street itself is so far away that normal people can’t see it, but Margan asked as if it were natural.
Next to him, the secretary with emerald green hair kept her mouth shut, unable to say anything.
She was also not an ordinary person, so she could see Deius, but she couldn’t explain why the person she thought was dead was still alive.
Her role is to assist Margan as much as possible and to give him the food and answers he wants, but she has no choice but to keep her mouth shut this time.
“Ha, when it comes to a memorial service, do humans have two lives?”
“… ….”
“Huh? Say it. It’s because I’m not human and I don’t know. If you accumulate enough karma, will you get another life? One coin?”
“No.”
“Isn’t it? Isn’t it?”
Margan burst out laughing so hard that her chin shook. She still hasn’t fully recovered from the damage done by the remegeton that exploded in her stomach.
The moment I see Dayus, I realize that my stomach hurts, and no matter how much I eat, this pain does not naturally recover.
“Yes, Deus Verdi.”
Haljjak.
Magan’s tongue glided past his thick lips. It was the first time I felt like this since seeing her Saint Stella.
An existence that wants to eat but cannot.
A man who can’t reach out his hand even though he’s standing on the land of the Republic, which is like his table.
I impulsively step on the balcony railing right away and forcibly resist the urge to run towards Deius.
“In the end, it will be served as food in front of Magan.”
“Yes, I guess. It will require a little modification from the existing plan.”
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Even though he took a deep breath at the secretary’s words, Margan didn’t stop looking at Deius.
“It feels like that man’s right hand is still in my stomach.”
I had to admit that it was indeed a delicacy. It was because the tongue was delighted with the sweetness of being a perfected human being, carrying countless karma and resentment and overcoming many hardships.
“Ah.”
In the low-pitched voice of Margan, there was a feeling of genuine regret.
“It looks really good.”
* * *
The moment Deus slams the warp marker on the ground, a huge pillar of light begins to descend from the sky.
Since it was a sight they had seen before, Findeneye and Arya were calm, but along with the others, some of the soldiers of the Republic looked up with their mouths open.
The golden pillar soon became a human figure, and the one standing in front of it was a blonde girl.
Eleanor Luden Griffin.
The number was greater than the number of people who came to save Finden Eye at the time. The sorcerer’s referee, Tyrin All Velocus, was also with him, and not only the referee but also many knights joined.
No matter how much it was, it was dangerous for King Orpheus to come in person, and it was not very good for the people of the kingdom to see the king himself.
Because a king always had to be serious and serious. He can’t show the appearance of throwing his butt lightly at the call from the Republic, which is waging a war of nerves right now.
Still, her royal family, Eleanor, came to pay the minimum amount of courtesy, and this happened because she actively wanted it.
“Princess.”
Deius slowly kneels in front of her. I tried to kiss her palm, but Eleanor said it was okay and gave her a caring smile.
“I have heard the story.”
I don’t know if it’s Kim Shin-woo, but I didn’t want to get it from Deus.
“You worked hard, please work hard.”
“Yes, I understand.”
As before, Darius also showed outstanding performances against the priests.
Deius also seemed quite talented as an actor, but I felt that he was lacking somewhere in the eyes of those who worked with Kim Shin-woo.
“Can you show me your hand for a second?”
She is then She is a woman wearing a white priestly robe who appeared in the midst of a group of Warp.
Saint Lucia Saint.
Since it was confirmed that the great evil Magan was ruling the Republic, the saintess personally accompanied it to contain it.
Lucia’s expression darkened as she checked Deius’ now empty right hand.
“Ah, Youstia.”
Lucia takes a moment to pray for Deius as she sighs toward her goddess whom she serves.
When her prayers were over and she slowly opened her eyes, Deius gave thanks with a gulp.
“I will serve you this way, kinsman of the great gryphon.”
The man who met Eleanor.
Although he treats them as politely as possible, it is evident from his gestures and tone that men are also of a high rank.
As Eleanor glanced at her, Deius stood on Eleanor’s left, as Deia had told him.
On the right side stood the saintess Lucia, and right behind the sorcerer’s judge Tyrin, who created the majesty of a griffin.
“Stretch your shoulders.”
When Dei gives attention to Dei, who follows him, Deus naturally leans on his shoulder and looks around him.
The hospitality shown by the soldiers of the listed republics was a grandeur that Deius had never seen before in his lifetime.
“Don’t look around too much.”
“… ….”
Can’t even watch it?
Anyway, Deius ignores the ear-piercing march, the exploding cheers of the citizens, and the angular escort of the soldiers, only looking at the hard tiled road ahead.
The end of a long march.
His big feet and thick thighs catch his eye. A presence that shows off even when you are far away.
Is it because it is rather a straight road? The pressure he exudes hits the whole body without any hindrance.
It was far from speculation.
The one who understood that best was the sorcerer’s judge, Tyrin Ol Velochus.
Since he had been directly confronted with numerous fighting spirits and deaths, it was clear that the emotions that the great demon Ma Gan was exuding from afar were different from those of warlike ones.
However, Eleanor reveals its identity instead of Tyrin, who knows that there is a difference but cannot come up with a further answer.
“Appetite.”
A primitive yet extremely universal desire. Looking at Deius, the man was feeling the appetite that everyone takes for granted, called the three major desires.
Thinking that she has become a piece of food, Eleanor frowns and steps to her left.
She naturally sends Deus behind and accepts the greedy gazes pouring down on him instead.
“Huh, ugh.”
Deius, who was unable to breathe even with the pressure of the great devil, manages to catch his breath with the help of Eleanor.
At the same time, I had to keep managing my expression, so it was a pretty tough time.
“This, this, I’m really thrilled that the princess came in person.”
Margan, who extends his hand, shows a kind smile. A good impression that someone might say is warm.
Eleanor also responds with a smile as she makes eye contact with him, who has changed into the same atmosphere as her neighbor who has gained a lot of weight.
“Thank you for providing a venue for peace between the two countries.”
“hahahaha, I am really happy to be the first to jump into the cause of the continent!”
Margan greets her saintess after Eleanor, with the words on her lips.
“Saint, the sun of the continent. Thanks to that, the continent is so bright.”
“…… It is too much praise.”
Lucia never imagined that she would have a conversation like this with the Archdemon, so she couldn’t hide her uneasy feeling.
She hides her aura neatly enough to not be seen as a demon at all.
If you hadn’t heard about it beforehand, you probably wouldn’t have guessed that he was the Prime Evil.
It was Lucia who still thought she was lacking compared to the saintess of the past.
And next.
Magan approached Deius, the memorial serviceman.
Deius feels like he’s about to be crushed at any moment, perhaps because of his large flesh and size.
“It’s been a while since the memorial service.”
Margan quietly held out her right hand. Then he pats his forehead and laughs.
“Oops! You didn’t have hands!”
“… ….”
“I was inconsiderate. Now, here is your left hand.”
Magan’s eyes shone with horror as he quietly held out his left hand.
He saw that Dayus Verdi was dead. Are you really the Deus I know or a fake.
Magan was in the middle of testing.
Recognizing that, Deia’s back breaks into cold sweat, and she nervously watches what Deia will do next.
If you smile and shake hands casually here, Margan will be convinced that Deius is fake.
What Deus chose in the short but threatening psychological warfare.
Hook.
It was the act of putting a hand in her pocket.
A clear intention not to shake hands with you. It may seem very rude when you see it around.
It was not a strange response because Magan had already taken insulting words with his right hand.
“Huh… ….”
Margan licks her lips with her tongue, barely curbing her appetite.
‘Is it real? He came back alive in that state?’
Margan, who had an ambiguous expression on her face, turned her body around without saying anything, while Dayus slowly took her hand out of her pocket again, unable to breathe properly.
“Good job.”
Deia whispers cautiously, and Deus gently turns his head.
An expression that makes you feel like you’re going to cry right away.
“That, I just didn’t want to shake hands because I was scared.”
“Yes, yes. I caught a pig while walking backwards.”
From Deus’ point of view, the moment he was caught by his hand, he just ran away in fear that he would be eaten at any moment.
Since his facial muscles were stiff from tension, he was able to fool the Great Devil thanks to his ability to maintain his facial expression.
Of course, doubts haven’t completely disappeared yet.
“Haa, long way to go.”
Knowing that the banquet had just begun, Deia glared at Margan’s back without relaxing.
But vice versa.
That moment when his eyes were focused on Deius.
She did not know that Magan’s eyes reached Deia beyond Deius.
Oh right, I thought Deius hand was restored 🤔 Seems like it didn’t.