A king who kills others, a god who kills himself – 2
Golden Kyung has no artistic talent. This is what Hilde himself understood. Looking closer, it was clear that this city was using a few patterns.
Compared to that, that stone statue was very elaborate. From the wrinkles around the mouth to the finely sculpted beard and hair. There’s even a face full of liveliness. It is not the work of a human who turns and blocks patterns.
As if hardening a living person as it is.
Hilde nodded her head vigorously, her eyes twinkling.
‘As expected, father! You have eyes for art! After all, art is human. There’s no way the human king doesn’t know!’
To be honest, there are a few things I learned from reading your thoughts.
It’s scary anyway. To think that everyone else was looking at the stone statue alone when they thought about the meeting. What the hell are you like?
“… You guys I can’t stand it any longer. I was kind enough, but….”
Hekto’s body trembled with anger. Hot air spurted out violently from the piston. The pressure was converted to heat, heating the air.
No, all the important things were mentioned by the regressor, and I only finished it. Why are you staring at me like you’re going to kill me? Is it Jenga? Whoever dropped it last takes all the responsibility?
Hecto, literally feverish, spread his hands. Dozens of pistons gushed out of his body and aimed at me all at once. If I put my mind to it, the pistons will shoot out in an instant and hit my entire body.
“Are you trying to blackmail me?! This me!”
A taboo is a taboo.
No matter how many people in the world live like ephemera, they really don’t want to die tomorrow. But what if the fact that food from all over the world can cause deformities is not enough, and that it can even kill oneself?
They wouldn’t try to buy food from oppressive society. And I will try to live in Claudia.
One or two people are fine. A special being like Hui-ju can handle that demand. But.
If everyone tries to live in Claudia, society will collapse.
If everyone wants Claudia’s food, the economy is ruined.
This taboo must be hidden if the nations are to at least take shape. But to think that an outsider, and even an enemy country at war, found out the secret.
‘A life-and-death decision… ! If it’s not in my power Even by using the power of the golden palace!’
Hekto said with a resolution to die. You really can’t be faithful.
“No. I’m just asking just in case. Because we can’t make a mistake while guessing. If we wanted to blackmail you with this, would you have said what we guessed to your face?”
“… “
However, people are so nice. A suspicious person with a bad personality would not have listened to me out of displeasure. However, he listened carefully to me and understood that the question was purely out of curiosity.
‘Are you afraid of becoming a stone statue when you face the Golden Sutra? ? Kut. If you’ve guessed that far, it’s understandable to be afraid. I can’t just draw them together.’
Hector stared at me without saying a word, then took a deep breath and retracted the piston.
“… Resonating doesn’t turn it into gold or steel. I didn’t turn the stone statue into a living human being. It’s okay to be relieved.”
“Sure?”
“Ask no more. I can never teach you However, as outsiders, I guarantee that you are safe.”
That’s enough. As long as I can mentally picture the answer more clearly, my mind-reader can read it perfectly.
Even Hekto doesn’t know the exact details. Only the Golden Sutra will know how ‘resonance’ proceeds. Instead, he, who has been supporting the Golden Sutra for a long time, knew what was going on even if he didn’t know the principle.
The human who resonated with the golden mirror… Being ‘collected’. So that it can be ‘called up’ at any time.
Nice. I got one more clue. I nodded my head as if I was satisfied.
“If you don’t want to talk, it doesn’t matter if you don’t. I just want to make sure I’m safe.”
“… Thank you for your understanding.”
It’s not a very grateful expression. Well, that would be political rhetoric.
There was a little scuffle, but anyway. The Regressor accepted Hekto’s suggestion and decided to give him a day’s grace. Hecto, who had been sitting vacantly as if he had been stripped of his fur, called Peru separately without removing the steel cover. I’m thinking of digging up some information about us.
It’s not like a nation to be sincere to a good subject, but on the contrary, even nations look like nations when there are people like that.
The regressor who came out of the steel cover walked calmly and glanced back.
“You didn’t use a living person as a stone statue, did you? That is more surprising.”
“What is it? Shay knew that too.”
“It’s obvious. When you see an overly realistic statue, you have to first question whether it is human or not.”
Wow, well made. Isn’t it normal to think like this? What kind of life have you been living?
“By the way, did you manage to figure it out too?”
“I just picked up the words of the suppressor. When it comes to human resonance, something is unsettling. As Shay said, I did well not to eat foreign food.”
“It’s said that foreigners don’t care much, but that’s true.”
‘If I don’t just die in the nations and get resonated with the golden sutra, will I be able to return…? . Grunt I don’t really want to check.’
The regressor shook his head and said after getting ready.
“I’ll try to find where the golden mirror is. According to the oppressors, it will be in a place not far away. If you know the location in advance, you will have a wider range of choices. If things don’t go well, you can shun the suppressor and go meet them.”
Confidently declares that he has no intention of keeping promises. I guess you could call it a regressor.
Hilde also gave a compliment, not a compliment, with admiration.
“Wow~. It seems that he has no intention of keeping even the promise he made earlier! Great! Impressive!”
“Noisy. Then what are you going to do for the day?”
“‘Me’? ‘I’ collects information in disguise!”
“It’s the same!”
“It wasn’t Shay ‘me’ who accepted the offer! Besides, ‘I’ become a different person when I transform?”
“What about other people? Even if you transform, you are still you. It’s not about being someone else.”
The words thrown by the regressor accidentally touched Hilde’s wrath. Maybe she was just the horse she needed for her shapeshifter who had lost herself.
However, messages sometimes use messengers. Hilde erased her smile from the corners of her mouth, she said.
“You have no right to say that. Because you can’t find ‘me’.”
“Because you can notice it? You guessed it a few times.”
“Use ‘eye’? Pooh. Anyone in the world can do it based on doubt and notice. What’s more, you have to rely on the authority of light to confirm it, right? Cowardly What’s worse, he doesn’t even know he’s cowardly. The only person who recognized ‘me’ from the beginning was my father.”
Uh. Actually, I also used something similar to the power of mind reading. I’m very sorry if I raise it too much.
But I know that I am a coward, so I guess it’s okay.
“What happened all of a sudden?”
“It’s because your pride hurts when you gossip about ‘my’ Transfiguration. Then, ‘I’ have to go ahead and prepare to infiltrate~.”
Hilde shook her hand and headed towards her dark alley. Her regressor looked at Hilde’s back and put on her astonished expression.
“What is it? Him?”
“I don’t know what it is, but it looks like Mr. Shay hates you.”
“You mean it’s my fault?”
It’s not my fault. Guess she’s just not a good fit.
It was said that we should separate and gather information, but I had no intention of running around. It’s because I’m sick of what I do with my body.
Golden Sutra. Is he trying to become a king? Is he trying to become a god?
I can’t understand the intention at all. His behavior is inconsistent. Seeing how they produce food and build cities, they seem to be trying to save humans, but in the end, what they do by making so many humans is just collecting.
It is the king who kills others and lives on their blood and sweat.
It is God who divides himself and distributes the pieces to people.
However, Hwang Geum-gyeong’s behavior was somewhere between the two. He spreads his abilities and provides a place for others to live, but what the people who have lived like that reach is ‘collecting’. The people ultimately become part of the Golden Sutra. If you live, you are ‘collected’, and if you die, you are ‘decomposed’.
But… There’s no reason to collect things like humans.
Is that why you stick to the title of ‘Golden Scene’? Because he is neither a king nor a god?
“I really need to meet you.”
I was in the middle of walking back the way I had come, muttering to myself.
It was then. A murmur was heard in the street ahead. When I looked up, I saw that it was entangled with a carriage on a slightly steep road. Those who looked like the owners shouted with blood vessels in their necks.
“Who is this bastard who brought a wagon into the city?!”
“The other side made a sudden stop!”
“What does my pause have to do with you running into the wall!”
It’s a traffic accident. It’s common.
This city is temporarily inhabited by alchemists under the oppressive lord and wildcats targeting the corn fields. Public order is maintained by the power and popularity of oppressive society, but there is no way that there will be no problems with the wayward wild cats living together.
I can’t help it. Shall I go back to Bing? I don’t know the geography of the city, but if I have a sense of direction, I’ll eventually get to where I want to be.
What? Gilchi? I will not treat such fantasy creatures as human beings. It’s so disgraceful to have a human who has only intelligence to trust. You are human fallout.
I was about to pass through the side alley and head to the next alley.
“Oh. There is no road here.”
It’s strange. There must be a way to calculate it. Should I go a little further? Where, the next alley.
That’s right. If you pass this way, you will come to the next street. As I was about to enter the alley, I stopped in a hurry at the thought I heard from inside.
‘If you come, you’ll be fine. It’s about stabbing a guy who looks like he has a lot of money. All it takes is one room!’
What robbers are there? He holds a dagger with a clear intent to kill. Even a surprise attack won’t work on such a person. Because if you talk to me, they’ll stab you right away.
Run away. Let’s take a natural turn to the right here.
I am not lost yet. He knows the direction the sun rises and clearly grasps the north, south, east, and west. If that doesn’t work, it’s enough to climb on the roof and run around. ‘Cause I’m not gullible
That’s why it’s even more strange.
I didn’t even mean it, but I made my choice at that time without much worry, and it seems that I was automatically driven to a certain path. It’s definitely the right way, but it’s a bit obscure and it’s not strange if someone jumps out.
It’s strange. How can I explain this? My choice had no meaning, and I felt like a puppet moving as someone predicted. In the hands of a chess player who looks ahead to move 10, I feel a sense of displeasure as if dancing.
But that can’t be. I am a mind reader. He is a psychological warfare swindler who can read the thoughts of players looking ahead and set traps. I didn’t feel anything in my mind reading.
The wildcats that blocked the road, the would-be robbers, and the blocked walls. I didn’t intentionally block the road. If I had known, I would have read and dealt with it in advance. Even if someone designed it, how did they know that I would walk that distance in that time and prepare such a device?
It must have been pure coincidence that I ended up on this path….
“I will warn you. You savage.”
… No, there is one more possibility.
Seonghwangcheong speaks of ‘fate’.
A woman wearing a deep robe was standing blocking the narrow alleyway. The only visible parts of her body were the narrow corners of her mouth, her gray hair, and her hardened fists poking through her sleeves.
Should I say that?
I read my thoughts, but since I’ve already come this far, I can’t escape. From the moment I changed direction on the first street, this encounter was already ‘scheduled’.
By the saintess of Seonghwangcheong.
Standing in this place as planned, she glared at me as planned. Hostile, but unwilling to attack. She’s here just to warn you.
“If you want to stop the war, I will leave it alone. Rather, there will be blessings ahead of you. However, if you intend to pursue another mess. If you try to reduce humans back to wild beasts.”
The Saint of Steel. Ferel.
Among the saints who are the pinnacle of the Seonghwangcheong, she is the only one with pure power.
The Saint of Steel pointed at me with her tightly held hand. She created the fist that pulverizes heresy in one blow and covered it with captivity not to protect her fist, but to protect the person she would hit. However, it is said that no one was protected in spite of that tearful consideration.
Everything the saintess’ fist touched was shattered.
“Accept the will of the first saint who blessed this maidservant and cursed barbarism.”
I admit that I came alone without a sense of danger, but it wouldn’t have been safer to have come with someone. Because the steel saint cannot be stopped. Literally.
Fer El warned me by pointing her finger at me.
“With these fists, I will personally punish you!”
No, not me, but towards the human king.