Chapter 158
throne (2)
Corridor of the Palace of Greed.
The soft moonlight through the windows along the long corridor creates a dark shadow on the face of a man walking down the corridor.
-Jerbuck. that buck that buck
‘Pride’ moved his feet down the hallway.
It’s fast, but not frivolous, that kind of speed.
The gray stone floor and the occasional moonlight through the window stepped on his feet.
Although he was walking down a dark hallway, his mind was buried in memories of the corridor.
The new ‘greed’ was unusual in terms of [Pandemonium].
This would be a strangeness common to all prophets, not just him.
It was not unusual for someone who was not from the [Pandemonium] to rise to the position of prophet.
It wasn’t just ‘greed’ right away, but lust and gluttony were also from the other world.
The problem is that they are of ‘human’ origin.
Human emotions, history, and magical powers were the best dinner for the prophets.
Imagine the sight of ingredients that should be on the table sitting together at the table. Isn’t it strange?
“A prophet of human origin… … . It’s ridiculous, it’s not even funny.”
When I suddenly thought of the tanned skin and unpleasant blond hair of the new ‘greed’, wrinkles formed between the eyebrows of ‘pride’.
This bizarre [food], no, what one should call a colleague, made a very bizarre opinion as soon as he sat on the throne.
Since the content was a spectacle, it could not be erased from memory, so it can be said to be the best speech in terms of imprinting one’s existence in everyone’s mind.
‘Pride’ recalled what had happened a while ago.
In the darkness of the corridor, the guy leaning on the second throne obliquely opens his mouth to ‘jealousy’.
[Are you dissatisfied?]
[…] … what? Are you saying that now?]
The throne of ‘jealousy’ shook as if it was absurd.
A new ‘greed’ rises from the throne where it sits at best.
A smile spread across his lips.
He rose from his seat and looked around at the other throne.
“A mediocre person asked me if I was dissatisfied with sitting in the same seat as you.”
[…] … Then what do you mean?]
At the word ‘jealousy’, the corners of ‘greed”s mouth go up.
It contained obvious ridicule, and the chair of ‘jealousy’ moved.
[You bastard… … !]
“Since when—!”
The words of jealousy were cut off by greed, no, a person called Golden Sun.
“Since when did the throne hide its owner?”
[…] … .]
The other thrones, except Jealousy, listen to what the hell he has to say.
It was the same with ‘Pride’.
he speaks out loud
“Since when did this world start looking at people’s origins? Is it even written in your law that those who are not from the demon realm cannot sit on the throne? Say ‘jealousy’, no, comrade.”
[…] … .]
“It’s not just ‘jealousy’! Certainly some of you are dissatisfied with me sitting here.”
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Jealousy has no answer.
The thrones were also silent.
Looking at the Seven Deadly Sins, Golden Sun is cynical.
“Even though it is my first day sitting in this chair, I can assure you, the reaction of jealousy and your feelings right now is not a good sign.”
The tone of the guy who continued talking was strange.
It was a way of speaking as if a mediocre person knew this world well.
“The reason why [Demon World] could be [Demon World] was that it could trample other worlds with its overwhelming power. Because I was able to reap the groans of other races under your feet.”
The fourth chair shakes at his words.
[There’s something wrong with your words, it sounds like we’re weak. Countless worlds are still under our feet. We are still strong.]
“That’s right, the Demon Realm is still mighty… … .”
Golden Sun nodded. At the same time, the corner of the boy’s right mouth twisted.
“But I don’t think that might last long.”
[Nonsense… … .]
[This is absurd!]
[Where is the basis for that statement?!]
Thrones perched on lofty podiums murmur.
It was tantamount to denying the basis of the world they belonged to, so this agitation was not simple.
Golden Sun hit the armrest of the chair.
The muffled noise of ‘Tung!’ ate up the murmur. In an instant, silence came to the corridor.
“reason? Didn’t you even feel it?! I can no longer see your fierceness!”
A gasp was heard.
Only Geumtaeyang spoke passionately, and the son-in-law was silent.
Golden Sun, who turned around, stepped from the high platform where the chair was placed to the center of the corridor.
“Looking at it now, it is! The harshness of the past had disappeared. The struggle to live has disappeared. The background and composition in your hearts began to take the place of your skills. This means that the era when everything was determined by skill and strength, whatever its origin, is over, and politics is beginning.”
end of the stage.
His appearance on the corner felt precarious.
“You started politics not to fight for the world, but for the place you are sitting in.”
Geumtaeyang, who was standing on the edge, stepped into the air when he finally lifted his right foot.
fall soon
He jumped off the podium and landed lightly on the floor of the corridor. He straightened his back and stood up, continuing his words.
“Comfort is better than shortness of breath in life, and I seek a leisurely yawn sitting on a comfortable throne rather than exhaling exhaled breath. They mean only one thing.”
The golden sun walks toward the center of the corridor. He moved toward the center where ten lines crossed in a circle.
“The foundations of [Pandemonium] are shaking.”
Standing at the crossroads, he raised his arms and said, ‘Chuck!’ unfolded
“Prophets, do not take my words lightly. Open those proud eyes and look at me. The mediocre person whom you considered so insignificant has succeeded in sitting in the same seat as you. This is only possible because the foundations of you, who made it possible for [Pandemonium] to maintain its name, have been shaken.”
[flaw… … .]
[Keep-.]
Turning around, he looked at the thrones.
“Now you, not the world, are giving up. Do not try to free yourself from the bonds of bondage, do not forget your source. The start must have been fiercer than anyone else’s.”
The face of the golden sun, who seemed to be talking right in front of him, moved away and the point of view of watching him returned to the throne on the podium.
‘Gluttony’, who had been listening quietly until now, opens his mouth.
[If that’s what you think, there must be a solution. I’d love to hear your opinion.]
so is there any solution?
“It is simple logic. Except for the first few times, you have found too easy prey. That too for hundreds of years. It’s enough time for the sharp teeth to wear out, so it needs to be sharpened again. To this I propose!”
He took his outstretched arms and brought them to his waist.
He drew the blue-black sword at once and stuck it into the ground.
“Rather than enemies who are so weak that they can’t even resist, let’s hunt strong prey that will shed fresh blood when bitten.”
[What prey are you talking about?]
The golden sun, who rested his arm on the handle of the sword stuck in the floor, flashed his eyes.
“[Heaven].”
‘Arrogant’, who saw those eyes shining blue, felt ‘terrifying’.
* * *
After coming back from [Pandemonium], nothing changed just because I sat in a high seat.
[Demon World] is strong. The current Museon will disappear without a trace once the full-scale invasion of the Demon Realm begins.
This is beyond dispute.
If I were to choose the strongest world in Museiion’s world view, it wasn’t for nothing that [Pandemonium], [Heaven], and [Forgotten Divine Realm] were chosen.
Earth needs time. So I turned the arrow to another world.
I just hope that the speech I preached to them went well.
I told you to send it to a meeting, so an answer will come soon.
“Most of the monsters that appear at the gate follow the ‘Law of Magic’ just like us. But there are always exceptions. Even if you just look at the Han River Gate 5 years ago, it appears there… … ”
A middle-aged man with a forehead twice as large as his face spoke passionately, pointing to a picture on the screen.
– Took. Took.
The pen handle spinning in my hand hit the bulging part of the open book.
I am sitting at my classroom desk now.
I am taking classes to fulfill my duty as a student. I emptied my thoughts and stared blankly at the screen.
“… … .”
I have no idea.
I have no idea.
Of course, it wasn’t that I was engrossed in class.
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Just saying I can’t change my habit, I’m just idly idly by.
Is it because you worked too hard last weekend? Why do you lose your energy so much… … . Surely, the seat I am sitting in is the seat of greed, right? Did I find the wrong seat for sloth?
“… … Most of the monsters followed the laws of magic, but the alpha entity that led them was different. It dealt with unusual ‘power’, not mana. This was impossible to defeat with the abilities of normal Awakeners.”
I’m sure the professor is talking about something, but is there any way to properly convey it to me, who is already engrossed in bruising? To my ears it just sounds like noise.
At the far right of the field of vision, Chevalier, sitting with Anya, is caught.
There were two blondes sandwiched between black hair, so it caught my eye.
You live hard I should imitate that too. There was still a lot to do in order to relax and live like this.
Leaving behind the girls who were absorbed in class, I turned my head to the other side this time.
Andrew is seen on the left.
Its shiny scalp reflects fluorescent light. For some reason, I admired the guy who was absorbed in taking classes normally.
However, I caught the sweat flowing down the subtly trembling guy’s shoulders and temples.
You only have to take classes, but what’s so hard about it?
My gaze followed the guy’s body and went down.
No matter where he had sold the chair, Andrew came into view as he took a horseback stance in the air.
My eyes widened as I witnessed the strange sight.
“Gee, crazy bald bastard… … !?”
I was so frightened that I muttered involuntarily.
I felt like my eyes would rot if I looked at the boy’s thick, muscular thighs, so I let go of my eyes again.
Yeah, let’s bruise more than see that stuff.
He took the elbows he was leaning on and fell face down on the desk.
I’m trying to bruise quietly with my face buried in a book.
“… … .”
For an instant, I felt the classroom become cramped.
I can’t hear the noise that my ears should hear.
The professor’s voice, which should have been the background music, disappeared.
This time, wanting to do something again, I lifted my head and looked around.
I felt a sense of alienation from the cold eyes piercing me from all sides.
And when I looked straight ahead, the professor was staring at me, frozen in the same posture as he was writing on the screen with his mouth wide open.
The professor’s forehead, extending all the way to the top of my head, entered my pupil.
* * *
Academy girls’ dormitory.
“Hmm~ Hmm~. Hmmm.”
Chevalier, who had just finished taking a shower, came out of the bathroom humming a song.
I felt that the air outside the bathroom was extremely cool, probably because I had been heated with hot water.
“This is the towel I used.”
She dragged the towel that was wrapped around her body and returned to her original form, and began putting on her underwear.
“… … Pajamas?”
After putting on all her underwear, she was looking for her pajamas, remembering that she had worn them out a while ago and turned to her suitcase in the corner of the closet.
“Sissha.”
– Boo-wook!
After opening the zipper of the suitcase and taking out the pajamas inside, Chevalier immediately put his head through the hole in the pajamas.
As she was about to close the lid of her suitcase, something caught her eye.
It’s all worn-out navy blue habit.
It was washed well and the time was not visible, but the holes in the middle of the fabric and the traces of patching up the tears stand out.
If there were only old and old traces, it could have been simply an old habit, but artificial traces were visible everywhere.
Originally, it must have been torn to pieces, but there were traces of connecting things that had been completely split in various parts of the habit, and there was a sharp torn hole in the abdomen.
Chevalier pulled it to his chest and muttered as he took a deep breath.
“Godfather. I will not forget you.”