Chapter 841 – Hyeonae Salsu (6)
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After explaining the roughness of my dentures to the nogo duo, I brought up another topic.
“So, where did the Emperor go?”
Judging from the fact that Odelia didn’t appear in the middle, I guessed.
Sure enough, Odelia narrowed her eyes a little. Her pride seemed to be hurt.
“I tried to stop it, but I missed it with the captain of the guards. She must have run away with that idiot.”
As if she hadn’t healed to show us, Odelia showed the knife marks left on her forearm. She scarred her arm as a true-sword master, albeit with a shallow wound?
The captain of the guards also meant that he was a worthy warrior.
“When you competed against me, you weren’t that strong. At that time, I was definitely not a master by touch. Wasn’t it that you arrogantly hid your skills?”
“It must have been the influence of the children of the stars. I couldn’t help but hide it.”
Anyway, the emperor and the bodyguards are also a problem.
Whether it was finding and capturing them or making them pay for their crimes, they couldn’t be left unattended.
“Older? Would you like to convey my message to Mr. Optum and the others instead?”
“It is. I will have you find out the whereabouts of the emperor.”
Alright, that’s it.
We had the bartender strictly control our mouths, and while doing so, we also bought drinks and left.
‘I should have a drink before going to bed when I get back.’
After rolling hard yesterday and today and staying up all night, I feel like I’m going to die of exhaustion.
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Next day.
As the morning sun rose, I told the sleeping beauties who had just woken up that the emperor’s head beheading had been upgraded to the rank of Cyrano’s enthronement crew.
Then, Tirsi, who stayed up all night drinking caffeine potions, and Veronica, who woke up after a good night’s sleep, called me. What’s going on
“Don’t tell me in advance. At least among us there is no human who fits the aptitude for the throne of Vesta.”
While bringing up the topic of going over the major premise, Veronica said so… Det?
No, what did the vicorn who is faithful to this desire say?
“You say you can’t write? Why not? It’s a big fish that our Brunak caught with a nice shot!”
I patted the cute bruenak—cleaning it—and screamed out loud.
Isn’t it? I thought I might try something with this since I’ve been building a new seat, but you’re saying that it’s something that can’t be used after all?
“Veronica you bastard! Apologize to Vesta! Even to Brunak!”
“Why is my love kind to God?”
It’s because it’s an artificial throne left by humans and because Vesta’s portrait is my taste.
A short, dark-haired, busty goddess. There is also something that reminds me of a half dwarf. Of course, she’s natural, but I wasn’t so hot-headed enough to tell her about it.
“It’s an artificial throne that I got at best, but there’s nothing good about it if I look at it badly.”
“I agree with you on that point, but somehow I’m not very sure… Well, okay.”
Veronica, who was keeping an eye on me. Tirsi, who was analyzing with her, said.
“It’s because there is no one with the same lineage, life history, and aptitude. There is no definite record, but the artificial throne is not a throne to pass on to others.”
“Write… They are part of the social system and powers that will make the country prosper.”
Of course, no one would have made it easy to carry and carry.
In fact, Arma Chunath, a prototype of such a structure and artificial god seat, was acquired by Tirsi, and because of that, wasn’t it not acquired even with the
… No Wait a minute?
“Isn’t it possible to draw power without succeeding?”
That was the mechanism of
The probability that all seven Constellations, from Clian to Amelia to Henir, have aptitudes, converges to 0%. Where is that? The results of analysis with Odin’s Eye remain clear in my head.
“That’s the point.”
“As expected, Nord. I can speak.”
The magical idiot wives wrote down their spells on pieces of paper that were huddled together.
“Listen. Even if one of us becomes Vesta’s heir, he won’t be able to handle all the prayers of the followers. To be honest, I have no obligation to do that.”
“There are an estimated 200,000 followers of the God of Lightning in Romania alone. If you say it’s reliable, it’s reliable, but if you look at the values of the master, it’s probably too many to be responsible.”
“Dog shit, RealLuda.”
200,000 believers in me? If it were me, I would set a date for my retirement concert right away.
There would be no one with the ability to take charge of 200,000 people around me, not just 6 guards.
If you look at it like this, you can see how absurd and arduous it is to be a god.
“Now that the system that has not changed for a long time has collapsed, I think what will happen to Romania after this is still beyond the scope of what we can discuss among ourselves.”
“Can the artificial throne be recovered? Again, it is a question of what to do if we get it back.”
“I roughly understand.”
The Bronze Throne was destroyed by Henir.
Even if it remained, it is unclear whether it is possible to return the heads of the artificial god thrones once extracted from the underworld, but since the thrones were destroyed, it is a headache.
“Maybe it will change its name to Holy Empire Romania and become a country without gods.”
But isn’t Tyrsi looking at me with a strange expression after saying that?
“Anyway, really… What do you have to eat to get the idea of impersonating a god?”
“It’s not an impersonation. I’m just acting as a full power agent for a while.”
If you evolve from a monkey, it is a way of thinking that anyone can do without any problems.
Of course, I have to jump on my feet for this complicated thing, but isn’t it a problem that I can solve gradually? I tapped the bruenak lightly.
─Pig support.
Then, the throne of Vesta appeared.
It pops out like a hologram. What do you do when you suffer from this in your later years?
“Master analyzed the structure of
Veronica leaned back slightly, as if afraid of being burned by the lightning.
“Doesn’t that mean that you know the magic to obtain only power and mana from the artificial throne?”
“It may need to be tweaked a bit, though.”
Since there was no throne as a medium, it was necessary to redo the design.
I don’t know exactly because I’m not good at it, but it’s roughly different from an external hard drive and a CPU.
“This work progresses gradually. As long as we have Nord eyes, time will be over soon.”
“There are mages of our clan, too.”
We briefly interrupted the research while discussing the Vesta Bone Marrow Stealing Project. It was because Tyrsi was called by the elder, but Veronica stayed.
“… Well? My dear?”
Veronica, who had been fiddling with Brynarch, called me, and her hand stopped as she was sorting out her papers.
“Why are you calling me?”
“… Hmm. No, I’m sorry. What I’m saying is a little rude. Let’s talk about something else.”
What is that When I looked up after receiving the spear, our goddess touched my neck.
– Stutter.
No, I thought after touching it, but it wasn’t my neck, it was touching the leash around my neck.
Veronica said it wasn’t her leash, but she fits her leash just by looking at her arm.
“I’ve been thinking about this and that, but I have something I want to ask of you.”
“Good. Especially the fact that she said it without looking at it.”
It was better to do this than to say it with difficulty as if I had committed some crime.
To be honest, if you give me a big request for sex, it will be enough to repay you.
“While fighting the offspring of the star, I suddenly recognized it again. The fact that my growth is quite slow.”
Veronica’s eyes are a bit mysterious. Is it because she is different from her origin? She was an intelligent iris that seemed like she would be sucked in if she looked at it.
“I have no intention of complaining. Compared to the time I lived, the time she met you was intense but short. It would be hard to expect that there will be a big enough change that she will notice.”
“Even if I said it was okay, wouldn’t it be comforting?”
“Nothing. I’m in a position where I can’t even receive a throne.”
It was worth it.
I’ve never really thought about it, but one person can’t inherit more than two thrones. The Artificial God Seat and
And Veronica is a goddess from her birth.
She is the one in whom Loki and Sleipnir’s blood flows. It is impossible for her to receive a new throne.
In other words, if she’s going to be as strong as me, she has no choice but to become her master class on her own. I know very well how hard it can be.
“She will soon be fighting Henir, who is sealing off her throne that does not belong to her,” She says. It is self-evident that we will not be able to use the throne of Arma Shunas, so our strength becomes more important.”
After finishing her introduction, Veronica looked into my eyes and said,
“Therefore, I will propose.”
She pulled out her leash, identical to the one I had on.
I took my hand and lifted the leash and lifted her chin like her dog was submissive and petting. Veronica’s sleek, slender neckline caught her eye.
“My dear… No, master.”
She laughed as she rubbed her cheek against her hand that held her leash.
“Will you be a god just for me?”
To be sure, it was a proposal I had never thought of.
