A king who kills others, a god who kills himself – 5
“I admire your teachings! At first, I thought it was just to get rid of me, but…. I lacked faith! Forgive me for being disrespectful!”
At first I thought it was a bad prank. I thought she was trying to please her by using her wits in her own way. So, instead of shouting, I set the rhythm.
But… It wasn’t long before it became clear that the disciple’s discovery was the truth and that it was the truth.
“As your Majesty guessed, all things are in fact one. Even though our artisans alternate between different types of iron, just as iron is fundamentally one, so all things are made of one source! In some pure form of matter! Of course you can!”
The disciple firmly believed that Elric had already awakened to the truth, and that he had created a problem to share his understanding with others. So, whenever he saw Elric, he gave an incomprehensible explanation.
But Elric couldn’t understand what he was talking about.
Even common sense makes no sense. How do you turn iron into gold?
You can make weapons out of iron. But still, iron remains iron and becomes a weapon. Making an alloy by mixing different types of metal is also similar to mixing sesame into flour dough, not turning it into glutinous rice or buckwheat dough. When we call the latter, we call it by a different name than technology. It’s a scam
Elric, who possesses authority, clearly understood that. But what her disciple says is that she… No, it far surpassed the knowledge accumulated by humans until now.
“When I did not have faith, I did not dare to guess. One, Your Majesty told me, and my eyes were opened! Is it a very small lump that you can’t even see? Or whether it flows like water, I don’t know. Maybe it’s so small that it has nothing to do with the form we know. If the sand is very fine, it will flow like water through the crevices of stones!”
I don’t know.
An uninvited guest entered the world where everything was divided into possible and impossible. I don’t know. No matter what she knew, I couldn’t pick out the speck of what he was saying.
But to the woman who has reigned throughout her life… She didn’t have the guts to declare that she didn’t know what she didn’t know. That would mean denying the name Elric that had come down from ancient times and the authority it contained.
Yuria Elric said as she calmed down her face about to collapse.
“You got it right. I was guessing similarly. I didn’t go into detail like you did.”
“Your Majesty is busy with construction, so it can’t be helped. Just the fact that I am the first disciple to realize Your Majesty’s intentions makes me happy!”
Not at all. It wasn’t that kind of intention. The disciple just misunderstood.
“Could you show me the shape?”
“Uh, that…. I’ve been thinking about it too…. Just as a furnace is needed to melt pure steel, a blast furnace that is hundreds of times hotter than a furnace will be needed to separate the pure form…. In case your Majesty….”
Nothing to say. With the power of a king, she knew the answer.
Impossible. It is currently unattainable by human technology.
“It is impossible. Even if the desired temperature is reached, the blast furnace will melt.”
“Is that so…. If you do, you have no choice but to arrive at the unique magic. The only way to spread the principles Your Majesty has learned to the world is the unique magic.”
If the only way to reach it is through unique magic, Elric cannot follow it. Elric shook her head.
“I am impossible. It is almost impossible for a person with the power of a king to learn unique magic.”
It’s true. Those who had the power of the king had no talent for unique magic for generations. A power too powerful swallowed up the talent of embodying images.
One, that truth was used to cover up another truth.
The truth that Elric couldn’t even guess the principle, let alone imagine it.
It is said that the king does not know the hearts of the people, but the people also do not dare to guess the hearts of the king. The disciple who respected, worshiped, and longed for the great Elric endlessly shouted without knowing the meaning behind it.
“In that case, I will become Your Majesty’s own magician!”
“… Would you?”
“This is also a grace bestowed upon me by Your Majesty. Even to pay it off! I will use this power for you for the rest of my life!”
Elric laughed.
What she had never learned and never taught, the disciple arrived at on her own with a little misunderstanding. It surpasses even the authority of a king, to a state that no human being has yet reached.
Perhaps, boredom was a very luxurious feeling. Compared to this feeling of helplessness, inferiority, and low pleasure….
“I will allow it.”
“Thank you!”
“And forward… Make your discoveries more widely known, Demo.”
Recognized by the king he admired, Demo smiled brightly and bowed his head.
“I will serve you!”
A few years since then. In the forbidden country, people called alchemists appeared. A few technicians who have been taught by Demo have succeeded in turning steel into gold. Alchemists naturally enjoyed wealth and power and emerged as the real power of the kingdom.
Where there is light, there must also be shadow. With the rise of alchemists, the blacksmiths and technicians who formed the foundation of the golden kingdom had to endure hard times. Even if the gold country is proud of the technician, it is because they have lost their competitiveness in front of the alchemist who directly creates the gold.
It didn’t matter though. The gold of the gold country spread all over the world and returned to all kinds of wealth. Even if you just picked up the bean curd that the alchemists spilled, you enjoyed all kinds of luxury. Even the best artisans spent their years soaked in alcohol, forgetting even their skills.
Covering the growing crack with the splendor of gold and silk, the gold country indulged in luxury and pleasure.
Then one day.
“Well, from today we will not be accepting gold….”
The collapse came as quietly and surely as usual.
“You are too many. It means that the gold pieces outnumber the grains. I’d rather have something else….”
Who could have predicted that?
It is golden. A precious metal that has long been a symbol of wealth and used as money anywhere in the world. Since it was highly valued as a catalyst for magical power, everyone coveted gold.
However, when the gold that the alchemist produced outweighed the stones, humans began to see gold as stones. Economic logic has reversed values that have been passed down for thousands of years.
Since this happened for the first time in history, no one expected it, and no one was prepared for it. Of course, no one had the right solution. Confusion grew out of control.
“Please buy my gold!”
“I have this much gold, so why can’t I give it to you!”
“A raid by bandits? Get a mercenary! I promise to give you all the gold…. What? You don’t get it?”
The tower built of gold collapses in an instant. I just lost my trust in gold, but all the gold that existed in the gold country lost value in an instant and became a nuisance. This was a feat that no alchemist had ever accomplished.
Nothing has changed, but when everyone becomes poor at the same time, there is a commotion. People no longer tried to fight with golden logic. Instead, he picked up a weapon made of steel. Artisans, who had lost their wealth and power due to being pushed by the alchemist, regained their power with the advent of the Age of Steel.
The first action of those who took the weapon was to attack the alchemist. He killed the culprit of all this, the alchemist, and stole their property. Until then, alchemists were only technicians who turned steel into gold, and were unfamiliar with battles, so they were helpless in a series of attacks. Neither the gold they believed in so much nor the people who worked with it could save their lives.
Alchemists were hunted and executed nationwide. Bloodstained gold is scattered on the ground. A bloody wind came out of nowhere and swept across the Golden Kingdom.
“Listen to the high treason demo. It is difficult to forgive the sin of causing the country to collapse with your foolish actions.”
Even Demo, the first alchemist, could not escape the fire.
“Wear shackles around your neck and hang an iron ball. After that, beat him with a whip and let him roam the gold country. I will leave the judgment to the people of this kingdom.”
Now that the hatred of alchemists has reached the sky, the creator of alchemy will be stoned to death by the people.
The king of gold, Yuria Elric, looked down at the demo with her cold eyes and sentenced him to death.
***
Yes. Felt. This memory resembles the memory of the past seen in the basement of the abyss.
There is such a thing as residual thoughts. When human beings who have reached the state die, the magical power and energy they achieved in life continue to exist even after death. Occasionally, they forcefully move their bodies to recreate the habits of their previous lives.
Residual thoughts also disappear when a funeral is held, whether cremation or burial, or when the body is damaged and cannot maintain its shape, but if the original form is maintained by some means, it will continue to exist. Like the bottom of the abyss.
And… Like this golden palace.
If there’s any question, why do I feel King Elric’s evil thoughts instead of the golden goblet?
“Tir. How is it. Can you feel something…. Tyr?”
Oh. Where’s my bodyguard
He was definitely by my side and I walked with him, but he disappeared before I knew it. What is this. Reading my thoughts, it seems to be nearby.
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More than that… Something is strange.
Why is there a clearing after wading through cornfields?
No matter how tall the corn was, it was full of corn, but when I approached just a moment ago, there was no such wide open space. The only sight beyond the corn was the next corn. However, after overtaking the hot-poisoned wine and crossing just one corn, an empty lot suddenly appears.
It was an idyllic sight. You can see a large town hall that doubles as a warehouse. I didn’t do anything to dress up, but that’s why I was more affectionate. Behind it is a low hill, behind which a babbling stream flows. The sound of the spinning wheel is loud.
A rural landscape that can be found anywhere.
Of course, it was not visible from the outside. It’s like coming from another world.
As I looked around, farmers trudged out through the cornfields behind me.
Beautiful farmers with corn head to the warehouse. Without a word, he stuffs the corn into it and goes to pick the corn again. Like worker ants.
However, there was no sign of it. I can’t even read my thoughts
Because all of them working here are homunculus.
“Now, you! How to the Golden Palace!”
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Meanwhile, an old man wearing a straw hat was looking at me with a shocked expression. It was Hekto, the oppressive lord. As expected, only this person had anything to do with the Golden Palace.
‘How did we get here! You wouldn’t even be able to see it from the outside!’
Judging by the reading of his thoughts, that person is the original. I read your thoughts and came this far.
“Didn’t I say I would give you the end of the day! This is a breach of contract!”
“Yes? What do you say I came across this place by chance while looking at cornfields, but this is the Golden Palace?”
“What… !”
Hecto, who was flustered, immediately collected her thoughts and shouted.
“Don’t lie! Accurately finding the golden palace guarded by the Guardian in this vast cornfield, is it a coincidence? A nonsensical sound!”
As expected, the head works well. But so what are you going to do? What can you do other than whining about lies? If you can’t prove it, then it’s true.
“It’s a real coincidence. I was simply scouting and arrived here. If you had known the location of the Golden Palace, you wouldn’t have come here even by accident.”
“You were planning to come back during scouting!”
“Isn’t it? Did you get inside me or did you see me?”
Then you should be the king of humans. When I stretched out openly, Hector didn’t say anything and just sighed.
It was then.
“It has been done. Let them come.”
The door of the town hall opened, and a woman appeared.
She tied her hair in a ponytail as if she had melted real gold. The clothes that cling to her body seem to have been removed not to reveal her figure, but simply to prevent the long hem from interfering with her work. The woman in her leather gloves and her boots all up to her ankles dug into me with a piercing glance.
“Are you the golden mirror?”
“No. However, you will have something to say to Jim.”
“I came to propose peace to Hwanggeumgyeong? Do you know who he is?”
But the woman introduced herself by placing her hand on her chest.
“My name is Yuria Elric, Lord of Gold. The lord of understanding who rules the golden kingdom.”
The ruler of the Golden Kingdom and the ruler with the power to reproduce all the technologies in the world.
And the king ‘eaten’ by the monster of understanding.
“Also, ruling over the nations… It is a golden palace.”
King Elric’s homunculus spoke resolutely.