Chapter 209 – 208. Destroy and Rebuild (1)
Meeting time.
As for what kind of meeting it is, of course it’s Odyssey Ithaca, a new member scheduled to join. It will be time for her interrogation and interview.
This time, unlike before, Mira’s eyes were full of disbelief.
To be precise…
She inherently knows.
Now this woman is an excellent fraudster.
“No nonsense, just answer questions.”
“You’re saying too much. Even if you look like this, I-“
Kwasik!!
“I know you’ll die if you say anything more stupid than what I’m asking.”
“…First of all, this is a question. Does your husband know that you do this?”
Odyssey already knows what the relationship between Mira and Clark is like. The two are half-siblings, and are married at the same time. In the meantime, Liz is also involved, and they say women are attracted to good-looking people.
Not only these, but even a spider web-wielding woman, a dragon, an ogre, a dark elf, and a Kikimora have feelings for him.
…
What happened after the fight with the Demon King?
It’s not easy to be hated this much by the gods.
Not only the monsters mentioned above, but also Ilias.
She is the being who called herself the goddess of creation.
Even the goddess Arash Kamanga shows her reverence without a second thought, looking at her on guard.
All of them were glaring at her with eyes full of doubt and suspicion, and among them, the words were spoken towards Mira, who was her leader.
And to Mira, does your husband know that you are doing this? I asked a question-
“Ugh?!”
What came back was harsh punishment.
She didn’t really do anything to her.
Just increase the intensity of your own existence.
In other words, depending on how much you increase your influence in this world, the mortals around you will be affected by it.
“…Tsk.”
And Mira, who couldn’t bear to see that, eventually loses her strength. There’s no use in her trying to kill this thing here, and it’s causing major problems for Clark’s business. Right now, this alone is making me feel like I’m going to die, but only if I’m like Liz, who has already seen everything here, can I not go crazy and turn into a monster even if I see my true self.
“…It’s so funny. If you just do what you’re told, there won’t be any pain, but you’re the type of person who will always get a beating. I don’t care what you say. All you have to do is respond properly to what I say. And do you know… That’s what I do? “Do you know that it would be crueler to destroy Clark than to destroy him?”
Unlike himself, who can just kill something, Clark destroys and steals its insides, and kills it by collapsing it. The result was Medea, and it turned out to be her old colleague, Canfnyeon.
I can’t even remember the name anymore.
No, the correct answer is that there is no need to remember.
She served her purpose admirably.
And as a result, she was completely ruined and died.
Although Ilias did it, she ended up putting a curse on her, making her bald, stripping her of her powers, and completely destroying her and destroying her.
You might ask why there was a need to do that, but as a result, the negative emotions felt from the victim felt stronger than if they just killed them or drove them crazy, and they were able to absorb them more strongly.
Clark explained it in a way that if I’m a dick, you have to be a dick too, but you get the idea?
Putting that much effort into destroying it would be something only Nyarlathotep would do.
If not Nyarlathotep, who is thoroughly toying with his victims by torturing them with his own wishes, then what about the rest?
It’s bothering.
It’s just that kind of feeling.
No, rather than calling this an emotion, it is simply an action equivalent to swatting away a buzzing fly.
And they are lazy.
And the light that guides them is Clark.
It is he who lifts up the lazy selves.
And I move with the thought that I want to know at least what kind of fly is the one that catches the light. The shadow of the fly that blocks the light appears infinitely large when viewed from a distance.
That’s why it’s annoying. That’s it.
This also applies to those who want to bask in that light.
“Now, question. Who told you to approach Clark?”
“…No one ordered it. In the first place, do you even know how much malicious rumors those priests are spreading about Clark?”
“What do you know?”
…What do you know?
But considering that most of the things this woman called out were just…
Perhaps, for this woman, the fact that the gods are fighting is just an annoyance.
“Why did you approach me?”
“…I told you, I just don’t want my family to die here.”
Clark Dunn Bringer.
Marcus Dawn Bringer’s eldest son. And, he is a crazy person who took over everything from him, rejected the gods’ punishment, and made the gods kneel at his feet.
And, the information spread by the gods’ followers.
…
“…And this country is in anarchy right now. There are dukes left, but one has no interest in anything other than his territory, and one is trying to do his bit, but he’s so tired. And the other one, you know, right? I’m my family, too. “If we want to save, we have no choice but to do this.”
“Yes, then it would be better not to get off that ship until the country is stabilized. After the work is done, it will turn off on its own. Instead, if you block the way after that, you will die. Do you understand?”
With that, Mira said no more. And since it was the first time Liz had ever spoken to him like this, he could see how friendly she had always been to him. Above all, she was very friendly to Liz from beginning to end, and she also showed extreme favor and welcomed Weedy, the descendant of the demon god.
So from beginning to end.
The way she behaved was consistent.
This woman could be a danger to Clark.
That’s why Mira is wary of her recruitment.
Odyssey Ithaca.
From Liz’s perspective, she was just a tactician who knew how to use her head, and the same goes for her. She can solve most problems with her help, and when it comes to really dirty work, she has her own neat way of handling it.
Well, still, in aristocratic society, it wasn’t a comfortable place where you could just sit back and relax like you would in an expedition corps, and above all, if people who were jealous of you were plotting something behind your back, why not do it like Clark did? The person wasn’t good enough to look after me while I was doing it.
…Do you know?
They say you are prepared, but the really good prevention is to take action before it happens.
Saying that you didn’t do it so it will be overlooked is a weakness among nobles.
We eliminate the roots of those who were planning to do so.
That is the dirty lifestyle of nobles.
In Clark’s case, did you hit him? Okay, then let’s die now.
It ends up like this.
…
I don’t know.
Because Clark was good enough to kill someone just because he could.
Really, even the gods are good about the man who kneels.
As long as the gods are treated as the [Good] Of this world, he will reign as absolute evil.
It’s an ironic situation.
And after a while.
“Father?”
Clark comes out with his father. It must have been less than an hour since I left, but is the audience time already over?
And I look at Clark’s expression.
“…”
Scary.
For the first time in my life, his expression scared me.
And on the other hand –
You can tell that he is very displeased.
“Clarke-!”
“…Oh, Liz? Sorry, I just needed some time to think…Just a little bit.”
“Do you need help, Geumtaeyang? So I came here myself.”
“…?”
And here comes a voice that should not be heard. A man with golden hair and cloudy eyes. And, even the presence of his close friend with green hair next to him.
…
No, why are you here?
My father had already drawn his sword.
And as Clark’s eyes filled with despair, none other than the [Emperor] From far away, Uruk, came to offer help.
“Do you have any complaints about Jim coming here?”
And, Enkidu next to him sighed heavily.
“…Don’t pay too much attention to what this shameless guy says. Even though he told me that nothing good would happen if I went, he pushed me in like this and told me what to do.”
…You’re having a hard time too.
At the same time, Clark, who was looking a little annoyed, looks at Gilgamesh. And Gilgamesh said to Clark:
“Why are you doing this, Geumtaeyang? Could it be that the situation was worse than you thought? It was worse than you thought.”
“…”
I look at Eleuard for a moment, then look at Liz. And she, too, nodded her head and gave me permission to speak honestly. Only then did Clark respond to Gilgamesh.
“It’s just right for Freesia to fail.”
Now, why did I bring this up?
The question as to why Freesia is destined to fail is actually a simple question.
I go in with my father-in-law. A dark space. However, despite this, we arrived at the end, a place that possesses a dignity befitting the position of king, even in its poorest circumstances.
…I’ll skip the question of why something like this is needed.
At least there is something about maintaining dignity, and that is what being a king is all about.
I wondered if I really needed such a thing, but I can’t even force my thoughts on others, and I’m here to help him, so of course I don’t do anything unnecessary…
That would have been it.
However,
What was the reception you received as soon as you entered?
Whoa!!
“Whoa!?”
“What are you doing?”
What was waiting for me as soon as I entered?
It is a magic circuit suppression device that blatantly traps wizards. And these 10 knights, the king’s guards, with magic circuit suppression and magic backflow devices, were trying to surround and capture me, and in their hands were tools of oppression.
Okay.
It was a slave leash.
“…What are you doing?”
My father-in-law also looked at the articles about this.
The guards knights, and the appearance of a shabby old man standing there. Skinny and twisted, but with greed and ambition in his eyes.
At the same time, his appearance as a monarch is-
I could tell that he was the king, [Iolaus], The king of Phrygia.
The traces of a changed soul, a thread far away, show that his soul has changed and his body is in a completely different place.
Naturally, I asked them again.
“I’m asking what you’re doing, but are you all deaf? Or are you surprised that I broke your pot with one punch?”
I think it’s the latter. Was he seeing him as a wizard who could be easily suppressed, or was he just believing in the useless magic circuit suppressor and magic backflow device that was here right now? Anyway, how is it?
Now these things are trying to soak me.
Phew-
First, let’s start with a conversation.
I gathered magical power. A magic circuit suppressor, and a device that causes magic to flow back.
All of this doesn’t work for me anymore.
Even if it exists, I can clearly see who made it and where it was made, so it really has no effect on me.
Rather, it was more annoying to me that Tio Gransha, who was in the Demon King’s army, constantly activated the magic energy absorption device to keep me in check and interrupted me by firing a series of magic strikes and jabs.
Pakang!!!
Don’t miss it!!
The suppressors and backflow devices were broken so easily simply by gathering magical power and then detonating it by gathering that magic power. All of them are from Teiba.
The magicians belonging to Teiba are treated as nothing more than accessories to knights, made to deal with wizards, and even the magicians of Teiba look down on knights extremely much.
…
Ah, this is the example of people fighting among themselves.
Also, it is an example of people not working together and playing separately from each other. And again –
I don’t know how much the magicians belonging to Teiba have developed since coming out of Magia, but Teiba is, well, Teiba.
And my hands are filled with flame once again. If this fire explodes here and now, everyone here will die except for my father-in-law.
“This is the third time I’ve asked you what you are doing.”
“…How could you use magic in this situation?”
“Does that matter? Or is it because it is too dangerous an animal to be kept on a slave leash?”
“…Your Highness, what are you doing?”
Eleuard Pantalone. He says to the old man. Was he also quite angry about this situation? My father-in-law asks the old man once again.
“It is the being that will save Phrygia. What are you trying to do to such a being now?”
“Duke Pantalone, you must be [Jim]’S vassal. But why are you taking his side?”
“Other people may not know this, but he is the one who saved my daughter and my family. What is knightly and what is the ruling class if you cannot repay the favor to the person who saved your life and go out ungratefully? And, what are you doing now? “You don’t know what you did!”
“Duke Pantalone, you are blasphemous.”
“Lord of profanity? Did you just say blasphemy! I demand an explanation for your madness. This is my legitimate right. I will ask you again, Your Majesty, what on earth are you trying to do!!!”
It is loyalty itself to correct madness. If it were me, I would have broken that old man’s earthenware pot right now, and I would have ripped off the heads of all the knights of the royal guard who tried to dip me, the knights of the king’s guard, and their heads.
The reason I am silent here now is because Duke Pantalone, my father-in-law, has stepped forward and is angry, and about that, the old man, Iolaus, looked at me and spoke with eyes mixed with greed and ambition.
“He is the youngest consul in Magia and a promising next-generation talent as the youngest sorceress, but- he tried to arrest, bind, and tie a wizard who was hated and dismissed by Magia to the royal family of Phrygia. Is this even a problem?”
“…Are you crazy?”
“That’s disrespectful. The reason I’m not punishing the duke for disrespect right now is because of the loyalty and accomplishments you’ve inherited from your ancestors. So I’ll give you another chance to make up for it. Arrest him.”
“…I will return it to you in the same way. I will give you a chance to make up for it. The reason I am not taking out my sword at you right now is because of my ancestors and the loyalty they have shown me. It would be better for you to smite my head right now and ask my son-in-law for forgiveness. He “Because I am the final savior who will save Phrygia from crisis.”
Oh.
As expected, did Liz inherit this personality?
Naturally, knowing how to properly resist crazy acts and how to attack them shows that not everyone can run a country. As a bonus, most of the knights of the Royal Guard are far below Liz, but they are not even half as powerful as Hector, but even so, if pushed in numbers, it is at a dangerous level for an ordinary wizard.
Okay.
[Ordinary] If you are a magician.
I simply cannot tolerate these.
And they rejected it.
“Notice to everyone. Strip Eleuod Pantalone of his title. And, arrest him along with Clark Dawn Bringer…”
Cheeeeek-
My answer to that is to block access by spraying the hydra’s venom in front of it, which is dripping from my hands and starting to melt the floor.
“…That’s so fucking bad.”
“…This?!”
“I didn’t fight because I wanted to save anyone, I just did what I wanted and fought to save my students, my family, and my woman. Why on earth do I only meet with these things and why do I have to fill the stomachs of these bastards?”
“…Son-in-law.”
Eleuard, his sad voice calls me.
To be honest, I’m annoyed.
Every time I see things like this. After enduring all kinds of hardships, it was difficult to finally meet the king and even say that he would fight for you even if only for a short time, but now, as soon as we met face to face, they tried to drown me.
This shitty reality, where people only see my power and see that power as a tool to use for themselves, is so frustrating and driving me crazy.
I’m not destroying this.
Cannot be destroyed
I want to destroy it, it’s driving me crazy.
I’m really close to turning around.
I can barely quell the anger boiling inside my body.
Reminds me of Liz.
Elizabeth Pantalone.
I think of her now to suppress my feelings of wanting to destroy this piece of her.
This is the country that my woman, my Liz, and my wife loved and had to live in. It is a place she will have to return to, miss, and reminisce about one day.
If I were to destroy that place with my own hands, if I were to see her sad eyes, I wouldn’t be able to bear it.
I just can’t bear it.
Burning the place to go, you can’t go back.
Unlike me, who burned it because I didn’t want to go back, she is a woman who slept here and fought to protect this place. That’s why she tried to attract me, and then she truly loved me. I too gave her my heart.
At first it was for her own gain, for her own sake, for her country, but gradually she understood me and chose to walk through this world with me, and for such her-
Her her beloved her her her.
She didn’t want to let her choice go as far as destroying her house.
“…Hydra’s poison- you!?”
“You probably don’t care what happened outside, and even if it did, you wouldn’t have cared, wondering if it mattered. As for escaping to a safe place… That’s possible. Just not getting caught up in that madness would be a big help to me. Yes, That’s all.”
From the beginning, they saw me as a tool, treated me like a slave, and were only thinking about achieving their own great feats.
“…Clark Dawn Bringer. Think about it carefully. I apologize for trying to enslave you. However, I want revenge on Magia for abandoning you-“
“You say you are taking revenge on the mosquito that sucked your blood?”
“…What?”
“To me, that’s what Magia is now. Rather than going on a rampage killing mosquitoes one by one, they’re just bugs that I’ll kill when I see them. They’re talking about revenge and things like that, and you think you’ll be able to do something if you get me. ? I’m going to leave after this anyway, and you know that, so you tried to tie me up and tie me down, even by putting a slave leash on me. Isn’t that right?”
“…We cannot live forever oppressed by Uruk. That is why strength is indispensable. With these Phrygian knights and your strength – I, a descendant of the great Phrygian Alkeides, can help these Phrygian people. We can make them great!”
“Great? You?”
“Only the descendants and bloodlines of the ancestors who led Gigantomachia to victory, and the Phrygians who overcame Gigantomachia, are the true rulers of this continent. It is only for our people, our people, the Frisians, to overcome the unreasonable persecution-“
Oh, really.
Was there a story my adoptive father once told me?
A story about an art college entrance exam student with a mustache who failed the entrance exam.
He is obviously good at drawing, but he is suspiciously crazy, and quickly takes control of his defeated country in the Great War with wonderful speeches and propaganda, and persecutes a great nation and its people with an extreme nationalist perspective. He showed me the full text of a very impressive propaganda about a great nation fighting against the world.
Of course, it is true that it was a pretty great speech that even I, who was listening to it, instantly grew a mustache.
But the problem is inherently distorted.
In order to survive as a great nation, we are a nation that cannot advance without putting other nations at risk.
That’s really true Inferior RaceIsn’t this?
A people who cannot move forward without grabbing someone’s ankle, breaking it, and piling up the corpse.
Such Inferior RaceIf so, it’s right to just disappear.
This is especially true if you are a people who cannot live without destroying others, rather than necessarily competing and fighting.
I’m still talking very passionately, but…
In the end, it’s just bullshit that it’s fair for me to bow down to the great nation of Phrygia and its people.
“Think about it carefully, Golden Sun. Your dirty skin and veins will become the blade of the great people of Phrygia and threaten even Uruk-“
“Get rid of it.”
Naturally, my patience was not long enough to continue listening to this idiot’s lengthy speech.
I’m not even an art college entrance exam student with a mustache, so why is my tongue so long?
In the end, no matter what we do, you are going to be our slave, but there is no reason for me to listen to this nonsense, and even now, looking at my father-in-law’s devastated expression at the sight of his master’s madness, I have been saying Freesia from before. The expansionist moves must have come from this damn old man’s head.
Of course, since it was what the lord ordered, Pantalone would have complied, but even in the current situation, he showed such a devastated expression that my lord was such an asshole that he did not give up and continued to do crazy things and crazy ideas.
Plus, crucially, I haven’t defeated Gilgamesh yet.
Okay.
[Not yet].
And not only is there no reason to be enemies with him now, but he is a being who can weed out the buds of me if he wants to, but he is not weeding them out.
How dare you stick your neck out to a being like that to ask me to kill you.
I’m ordering something ridiculous, really.
“Did the emperor seem so easy that he fell to me? [I] Can’t defeat him now. Phrygia can defeat the emperor and the elite strong soldiers of Uruk under him, who are afraid of even the gods and avoid direct combat? You must be so mistaken. Or is that? “Have you become senile because of your old body, or have you always been mentally unstable?”
“You bastard!”
Get angry. Which one? Which part should you be angry about? The point of being senile? Did you say that you were out of your mind? Otherwise, what did he say was an illusion?
From my perspective, the Uruk Empire cannot be defeated by anyone.
It might be [Han] From the Chiu Continent across the sea.
Well, it’s an empire too, but I don’t know.
There is no reason for empires to fight against each other in the first place.
If we fight against each other, we will only die.
That’s what fights between the strong are like. If two people fight and both get hurt, the only people who will like it are the wildcats around them.
“I could kill you all here, but let’s stop here. And don’t come any closer. This is a poison made from my magic, so it doesn’t go that far, but it melts all those who come close.”
“…Kill that guy!!!”
Ah, this is it after all.
“It looks like Phrygia’s precious sons are going to die.”
I definitely warned you.
Naturally, this powerful poison.
In addition to Hydra’s poison, it is a magic poison that is amplified to match the strength of Hydra’s venom by adding a lot of corrosiveness and solubility.
And-
As soon as they pass over the place where the poison was sprayed –
Churrrr
I couldn’t even scream and just melted.
“…!!!”
Without leaving a single body behind, the iron helmets they were wearing were soaked in poison and melted, and it took less than 5 seconds for them to finally turn into liquid.
“Okay, then, shall I guess the next line? It’s treason, treason. Killing a knight of the royal guard who had received orders from the king would be considered treason, right? So, if you declare treason, do you have the power to deal with me now?”
“…Cough, ugh, this blasphemous one…Cough-“
It’s been a while since I heard this.
Ilias used to say that before.
And my father-in-law, who had already been stripped of his title, or was scheduled to give it up, also put up his sword.
“…Really, you have no intention of turning back, Your Highness.”
I will say it until the end-
Even as he vomited blood, he spoke to his father-in-law with his precarious body.
“If you want to prove your loyalty… Capture the Golden Sun and kneel before me, Eleuod Pantalone!”
“I see. But you can’t prove loyalty that way. And, and I’m only saying it now, fuck it. You’re not Alcaides the Great.”
“…Pantalone!!!”
Oh.
After leaving those words, my father-in-law looked at me and said.
To be honest, I can’t imagine how much entitlement he must have towards his ancestor, Alkeides, but wasn’t that a bit too strong of a statement?
Well, I feel sorry for you.
And…
“The guy who killed his father thinks he’ll save you… Wow!”
…
This old bastard.
“Son-in-law.”
“…All right.”
I was momentarily upset, but at least…
I’m not the kind of person who would just listen to something like this from that bastard.
“Phrygia is finished. In your generation, in your mistakes, and in your arrogance. And… You will die without being remembered by anyone.“
With those words out, I left there.
It was a curse, my declaration of the de facto end to the Phrygian dynasty.
“Your country, your dynasty, your name, all die nameless.“
