A king who kills others, a god who kills himself – 16
Hilde tried to stop Peru, but I stopped her with a wink. The human mind is like a boiling pot, and in times like this, you have to let the steam out once to calm down quickly.
I can’t help it. The country looks ruined. Well, I’ll welcome it with open arms when rumors spread that the military is doomed.
I said with parched lips.
“I didn’t expect this result either. I didn’t even know it would turn out like this. But….”
Looking at the golden palace disappearing in the distance, he chose his words with the most sorrowful expression on his face.
“The golden mirror wanted this result. He was not a ruler of nations, but a rebuilder of gold. To him, he was one of those nations that also had to destroy nations. The problem is that they have the strength and the will to actually destroy them. Well, that would also be the dignity of the golden mirror.”
No matter what I do, I cannot force the golden mirror to do anything. This is the will of the golden gyeong himself.
Peru, realizing that, gnawed his teeth and shook my collar. My strength wasn’t superhuman, so I balanced easily. Peru, who glared at me resentfully, turned her back and muttered self-mockingly.
“… I wasn’t helping you.”
“Help? There is a misunderstanding, Peru.”
Even if I admit everything else, it’s a bit unfair.
“I didn’t bring Peru to serve our purpose. It’s helped quite a bit, but similar results would have been achieved without Peru.”
Peru’s juggernaut, Golden Ship guaranteed a pleasant trip. That’s definitely true.
In other words, that’s all.
Even if there was no golden box, we would have found the golden palace far away, met the golden mirror, and would have run amok like now. It’s a matter of whether it takes more time or less, and it’s decided that far. The regressor and I had the will to do so, and the obstacles were insignificant.
Rather, what has changed.
“The reason I came with Peru is to help Peru.”
“… Are you helping me?”
Even without Peru, this journey that has taken place so far still happens. Even if you are not a prophet, you know that much.
However, it is different from this point on.
“Without you, all nations would perish. After hearing my words, Hwang Geum-gyeong would have made the same choice. But, of course, you are here right now. A Hoeju with the power of Jannok that makes all alchemy powerless and useless.”
Jannokhoe Ju Peru’s unique magic is the natural enemy of alchemy. Her power not only blocks alchemy, but also denies the underlying power. She doesn’t even have a homunculus.
That’s why Peru is on the opposite side of the golden age.
People of all nations need the Golden Sutra, but they cannot be by their side. The golden mirror makes necessary things out of everything that is not needed, and that is why others are not needed in his world. Even access is not allowed unless you are at the level of Hoeju, who can ‘communicate’ with Hwang Geum-gyeong.
On the other hand, people of the nations don’t need Peru… She has no hesitation in approaching her. With her own magic, she doesn’t harm others because she needs them on the contrary. She is safe to keep by her side, and even calls for help in times of need.
Does that kind of power create personality? Did he gain strength because of his personality? I’m not sure about that cause either.
“Peru. Have you always wanted to use your abilities for something worthwhile? But Jannok’s power wipes out the alchemy value. In the first place, your wish could not come true. As long as the value you think is ‘annuity value’.”
If a person who can live alone puts no value on other human beings. So if you’re trying to get rid of everyone else.
That is the moment when Peru’s wishes come true.
“However, the scale that measures the world is not a two-armed scale. Annuity value is not the only scale. The ‘nations’ that the golden mirror is trying to destroy are places of no value to him, but they will be valuable to you. Should I stop it somehow?”
“… You.”
“This is the first and possibly the last opportunity. This is your chance to defend the country you were born in and prevent the veneration of the golden mirror from becoming a disaster.”
The unique magic of Jannokhoeju. It is not the embodiment of an image, or the desired ability. The power of Jannok has only a negative value in the nations.
She wanted to help the nations. So she did some farming, and she also chased enemies. She will not become rich if she is taken care of, but she is not in danger of being plundered. She tried to attack because she had nothing to lose.
Peru always hoped for a chance to help someone.
Then the opportunity came. Peru, realizing that fact, answered in a small, trembling voice.
“… I didn’t want this.”
I’m serious. Well, the opportunity to make your wish come true doesn’t come only at the right time. Rather, it will appear only at the moment when the deficiency is at its peak.
It doesn’t matter if you didn’t want it. I can give up an opportunity, but I can’t afford to miss it. I stretched out my finger. In the distance, he pointed to the back of the invisible golden mirror and urged Peru.
“Go. To make your wishes come true.”
There is no more time. Fearing that he might miss the Golden Sutra, Peru ran with his fists clenched.
The tents built for war also disappeared. The soldiers also withdrew. All that is left now is the road where the royal road of the golden landscape begins.
“Ehh, it’s hard.”
I’ve been suffering from the world of images until a while ago. My body is fine, but my mind is a little tired.
Hilde approached me as I sat down at the beginning of the road. Hilde was curious and asked me.
“Father, was it for this that you brought Peru?”
‘Did you choose Peru as the antithesis of the golden age from the beginning? To heighten the story of the nations with the conflict between the two?’
What are you talking about? The world is not a story, and I am not a writer. And much less a prophet.
What the Golden Goals are, how they will react, and what choices Peru will make. I don’t know anything in advance. I don’t even think about making a story. But.
“Hilde. Have you played poker?”
“Yes. Not as good as my father.”
“It would be easier to explain if you knew. When Hilde keeps her cards, she knows what they will be made of and doesn’t keep them. Be it a pair, a straight, a flush, or a full house. Or it will just be a meaningless hand.”
It can help or hinder. It could have attacked us as a subordinate of the Golden Circle, or it could have protected us from the rampaging Golden Circle.
I don’t know how it will be made. One thing is certain though.
Peru must have acted to make her wishes come true. I had enough of that.
Hilde looked at me gently. Eyes closer to observation than gaze. Nara is the eyes of the performer trying to interpret the character.
‘I don’t know. Other people understand to a certain extent, but only my father has no confidence to find out. I want to know. If I get the human king right, she might be able to play all the other humans.’
However, Hilde, who had been thinking about it for a long time, suddenly said, as if she was still not satisfied with the interpretation.
“My father is trying to make my wish come true. Whatever it is.”
“Well?”
Because the wind depends on the wind. I can’t just listen
Hilde pondered over and over again, and then she suddenly said something out of the ordinary.
“Father. That is ‘me’. She received a revelation from heaven. She should become the Master of the Holy Sword of Far-sightedness. It is the only way given to you. In the middle of living without any purpose and without even myself. Above all, the revelation clearly and definitely clarified the way for ‘me’ to go. Even though I was treated as a sharp knife, that was the only path given to ‘me’. At that moment, ‘I’ became the sword of Seonghwangcheong that protects the saintess.”
“Wow. Incredible.”
“By the way, is it a trick of fate? Or is such salvation a luxury for ‘me’? The saintess who sang ‘that’ must be the so-called fallen saint who was excommunicated from the Holy Hwangcheong. ‘I’ became the sword that protects her kingdom instead of the saintess. A heartless sword that cuts through the opponent no matter who it is or what the circumstances are, if it is to protect the country.”
He puts his hand on her chest and monologues with a pitiful face. Her appealing voice was slightly wet, so it seemed that it would permeate even a person with a lack of emotion.
What is it? Why are you trying to interpret my character and then all of a sudden explaining your own character?
“I, who is a succulent, must stop Peru. Either assassinate him or keep him locked up for a while. So that…. Because the golden scenery destroys nations, and as a result, the military nations benefit. So, father. ‘My’ wish is….”
“I heard the character called well.”
It’s a wind that shouldn’t be blown.
Is it true or false? It doesn’t matter. For Hilde, lies are truth and truth is lies. The moment you truly believe in her acting, it is meaningless to separate the two. Already she can ‘act’ even her faith.
Of course, Hilde, she always wanted someone to find her. It followed me as I penetrated her identity and anchored her existence as a point of reference.
But it’s not because I want to quit acting. It’s not even because I want to take off the mask and regain my true self.
“It’s a novel idea. Assassination of the only opponent who came to mind at the crucial moment, further confusion. A military country that benefits from that gap. Oh oh The confrontation between the good and the bad broke down in an instant and turned into an epic. Interesting. I’ll clap my hands for now.”
Because I needed an audience.
And the audience can only be someone outside her stage. Like me.
After clapping my hands for a while, I changed my attitude and asked with a disappointed look.
“But, are you really going to do that? Is that for the best?”
Hilde, who was crying and crying, changed her expression in an instant. His watery eyes sparkled with playfulness, and his slightly raised voice seemed to be from excitement, not from crying. As if she insisted that all of her appearances shown so far were acting, she said Hilde more playfully.
“Instead of being dramatic, it lacks reality, right? Lol. That’s right! A runaway golden goblet will be many times more terrifying than a suppressed golden goblet! If ‘I’ really think of military power, I’d rather make Peru, who has limited abilities, win! Because the odds of winning are many times higher than the golden mirror!”
After that, Hilde asked back like a child waiting for praise.
“How is it, Father? Are your thoughts the same as your father’s?”
“No? I was simply wondering who would win. The two who are completely opposite to each other compete for each other’s will. It’s only natural that you want to watch, right?”
Hilde made an expression as if she had been betrayed. It’s because my answer was too far from expectations. Hilde muttered to herself as she looked back at what I had done so far.
‘I’m not sure about my father’s personality. But, I feel like I know a little bit about what it is. Why does Seonghwangcheong define my father as a barbarian?’
A sharp insight is read. Umm, did you give me a lot of room to dig in? Maybe I underestimated Hilde too much.
‘The human king affirms everything human. Whether it be good or evil Whether it’s a nasty desire or a noble mission. Even if two completely different people fight to the death, like the golden mirror and Peru.’
It’s okay. Just as Hilde understood me, I also understood Hilde to some extent.
It was then. The Regressor and Tyr approached from the other side, wary of the surroundings. The regressor who was looking around found me and Hilde lying on the side of the road and approached at once.
“During the battle, the Homunculus of the Golden Temple retreated all at once. Are you successful?”
Ah, that’s it. I have to explain one more time. It’s a little annoying, but right now there’s no Peru to catch. Let’s be honest.
“Mr. Shay. I have good news and I have bad news.”
“… Something is ominous when you say bad news. Did you have any accident?”
How did you know?
I read the surprised heart, and I delivered the good news and the bad news more easily than before.
It’s insult to real barbarians to call mc a barbarian.