A king who kills others, a god who kills himself – 12
Everyone was for the gold country.
It was all for Your Majesty.
Everyone… It was for that beautiful smile that the iron-blooded king gave awkwardly.
But how did it happen?
He wore a knife around his neck and shackled his feet. The heavy iron ball hanging from the tip of the knife was a pain in itself. The arm holding the ball seemed to fall off, but I couldn’t let it go. If he did, the weight of tearing off his arm would shift to his neck.
A sharp needle pierces the back. The body reacts before the pain. Even in the midst of exhaustion, Demo took a step to avoid the pain. Then, a beat later, the thorn chased after Demo and stabbed him again.
Demonstration walked barefoot in the land of the Forbidden Country, hanging tools meant only to inflict pain and despair on humans.
I heard swear words. Stones flew They cursed and rushed at them, brandishing daggers and attacking them. The soldiers escorting him watched and watched, pretending to block him, and the wounds gradually increased, making Demo a living corpse.
Cries out in pain for a while. He too, after five hours, was now unable to distinguish him from the pain. Maybe he has been with pain since he was born.
I want to be comfortable. I want to be free from all this pain. I’d rather die and be free.
However, the demo can’t even turn a blind eye to it.
Because he was the one who brought the golden country to this point.
He says money can’t buy happiness, but without money he can’t be happy. In order to be happy, you need a little bit of space. Money is the only means to create that composure in the scene of intense life.
Demo made gold for a country where everyone is happy. To make the whole country happy.
I have to.
According to his common sense, that’s right.
Demo looked around him with his dark eyes. Collapsed wall. Burning house. Screams and cries are pouring out everywhere. An old farmer with an old hoe is working hard on a field that was once overturned by the value of gold. However, the soil soaked in iron poison has already reached its end, and even if it is carefully cultivated, it does not respond.
The beggars on the street were no better compared to the demo. He holds out an empty bowl with his cracked neck, begging for some mercy. The bowl was made of gold, but it did not promise a single meal. A grain of rice would be more precious than a piece of gold.
The weeping mother holding the corpse of her dead child, is she loving it as an existence that was once her child, or is she loving it as food for several meals?
Golden Poverty. The most terrible thing in the history of the kingdom had happened. The bigger problem is that I can’t even come up with a solution.
There is no future. The past has also been erased. After making a contract with the devil, he sold eternity in exchange for a brilliant moment.
The kingdom of gold has become a hell made of gold.
And, what made this hell… Alchemy to create gold.
If he hadn’t invented alchemy. A tragedy like this would never have happened. The bitter truth that his own great discovery was the devil’s knowledge made even his heart ache.
Puck.
Something lodged in Demo’s temple. For an instant, his head throbs. It doesn’t hurt. The body, already exhausted, accepted even the pain chronically.
Demo looked at the object that had hit him with unfocused eyes. It is quite small compared to its weight, but the brilliantly sparkling light inflates its value to the fullest.
It is golden. It was difficult to contain the light with any other name, so the golden coin, named after its color, rolled across the dirt floor.
A woman with skin and bones approached him and shouted at him as he stared at him in despair.
“It’s because of you… ! If only it weren’t for you!”
Was gold so unnecessary? They couldn’t even eat a meal at that starving woman and were thrown instead of stones. Even more so, it’s not very useful for throwing it at someone. It would have been more painful if it had been an angular stone.
Gold that cannot be eaten or used. I was once blinded by the light… Now it is no different from the garbage that eats away at the ground.
Then, what has the man who produced gold made so far? He wasn’t making everyone rich, he was making everyone poor.
“Give it back! Give it back!”
The woman’s cry was a meaningless resentment. What happened once, can’t be undone no matter how much she screams and howls.
However.
A memory of her flashed through Demo’s mind like a kaleidoscope.
‘Return it with the gold you spent on it.’
The second task of the golden mirror. The ordeal that made alchemy.
The only thing more difficult than making something is putting it back the way it was. The king’s words of admiration are deeply engraved in his heart. A last breath of vitality dwelt in his dying body. In his fading mind, Demo repeated what he had to do.
… Let’s get it back gold country. For our king.
Nothing difficult. It has already been done once.
Alchemy was created to bring you back from scratch.
However, can he really turn back? Can this hell be returned to the original beautiful and rich gold country? Can we return to a land of artisans and technology where everyone works together under a great king?
Now he is tied up like this, suffering until the very moment of his death.
The time allowed for the demo is short. He is dying now Even if I spend all the remaining time, even if I squeeze with all my might, I can only make one thing.
Then. If you can only make one. Shouldn’t it be possible to pension ‘something’ that will restore this country to its original state?
Demo stopped walking and closed his eyes. Now that death is imminent, the remaining time is running out. Demo drew an image with him on his knees.
All things are made of small blocks. Whether it’s gold, steel, or sand crumbs. All blocks are of the same type. It just depends on how you build it.
Stacked, stacked, and stacked differently like that. The world is full of various objects. None of them look the same, but if you look closely, they all have the same beginning.
That house, the land, the lonely tree, and the stream flowing beneath it. Even wild animals that drink it.
Let alone a person.
I don’t even know what form it will be. However, it will forever wander the forbidden land and restore this cursed land to its original state. I will make a beautiful country again and present it to my king.
Become the king’s servant, the golden mirror.
The image swells like a monster. The power to change all things now extends its power toward the owner. To grant the dying master’s last wish.
Unique Mado. Elixir.
When I came to my senses, I was in a small workshop.
Once upon a time, Elric, the king of the Golden Kingdom, had several disciples. She had space within her palace and cared for her pupils. In a room with a small workshop, her disciples honed their skills.
In many ways, it is a room full of memories for Hwang Geum-gyeong. Above all, this is the room that was filled with a piece of gold.
In the middle of it, a young man was sitting in front of a golden bell.
It is a golden mirror slightly older than it looks from the outside. He has a knife around his neck and his shackles hanging, just as he did at his death. Considering that this is the space in the image, even after he dies… He seems to consider himself a sinner.
“… Who are you.”
Geumgyeong didn’t even raise his head and spoke slowly. I shrugged and sat down in front of him.
“An ordinary thief. He came to steal a keepsake. Are there no trials or tests here?”
“… There is no such thing. Because I have no regrets.”
Even in the midst of talking, the golden mirror was still staring at the golden bell. A steel bell turned into gold as it is. An object that symbolizes his most brilliant memories.
Her first gin product that connected her with her innocence.
I can’t believe my lingering feelings are dripping down. Seriously, you have to lie to the fullest.
“If it wasn’t really there, there wouldn’t be any thoughts left. Why don’t you just confide in me?”
“Wrong explanation. No one can solve my regrets. Even if you bring a fake resemblance to His Majesty, the same is true. Because the real Majesty can’t come back.”
I’m talking about it well. Well, there’s no way I won’t say it because someone wants to know about it.
It just takes time, and if you’ve made it this far, you’ll read them all anyway. I calmly thought over the image and continued talking.
“I know you can’t come back, but why are you guarding this palace? Is there any reason to protect a palace without an owner?”
“Because I have to make amends for all my sins.”
“Sin?”
“Yes. Crime. The sin of leading a brilliant country into war and creating a golden poverty that made everyone suffer.”
Hwang Keum-gyeong spoke as if penitent.
“Forbidden country was paradise. Under the reign of the great King Elric, a country of steel where outstanding artisans are active all over the country. I am the one who threw that vibrant and bright country into the pit. If it wasn’t for me, it wouldn’t have happened.”
“By printing gold?”
“… That’s right. Gold is valuable simply because it is precious. But I made gold without even knowing the simple truth. Continue, continue. Even with my own hands, it wasn’t enough, even while raising other alchemists.”
The situation might not have grown so big if it had been one person. However, Hwanggeumgyeong sincerely believed that gold enriched the country. That is why he generously gave his valuable knowledge.
Even he may have copied Elric, but unlike the king’s authority, which is limited to individuals, alchemy is a demon. Gold spread out of control.
Golden Jing stared at the golden bell with a haggard face and said.
“I am the great sinner who led the country to its downfall. Even in order to pay for this sin, I must remember the golden country. Have to make I have to give it back. Even if it is only a memorandum.”
So the golden gyeong made a golden kingdom within reach. He reproduced the golden country of the most brilliant moment he thought of.
A majestic castle. Prosperous city. To fertile fields. Even if the golden kingdom disappeared into the dark side of history, there was always a golden kingdom within the golden palace. Even though it was a country made by only one person, there were all sorts of flaws.
I see. Golden mirror. Your wish was to recreate the golden kingdom. All good, all good….
Hmm. Is it just that much? Is this your best?
First of all, before we get to the main topic, let’s make the conversation a little more friendly.
“It’s not your fault. No one knew that if you had more gold, you would become poorer.”
“Get rid of comfort that is not even in your heart. Not knowing is not a sin. I deserve resentment.”
Consolation without heart? What do you say I may bluff, but I don’t say anything I don’t mean. I am a person who is honest with myself.
“Does it sound like I’m talking nonsense? No. At all. I don’t resent you Rather, I am grateful.”
Seriously. It’s much better this way. The Golden Goblet is hundreds, no, thousands of times better than the great master of the abyss who lost his life vainly after worrying for nothing.
Because, I did. It’s different from the Demon God who hesitated and was deprived of the right to choose and only had regrets. After all, it was achieved through human achievement!
“Because you minted gold, there is one more thing humans can do!”