Chapter. 16. Saint and Perfection (10)
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After the commotion in the basement-like King’s Secretariat, the place they headed to was the balcony. A place where you can get a clear view of the city from a high castle.
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Rattling, rattling!
“medicine! “Where did you put down the medicine!”
“Building materials come first before medicine! Part of the northeastern wall has been completely destroyed! If you don’t at least put up a fence-”
Hee hee hee! Purr!
“Isn’t that the sound of a horse neighing just now? If there are horses in the supplies, bring them out now! “I will take over from the Knights!”
“From the armory! “I don’t know what you’re lacking right now, so make a list of supplies!”
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Although the saint was quite far away, he climbed over the railing and entered the castle. The saint looked satisfied and gestured to the king hiding in the shadows.
“Why don’t you come out and get some fresh air?”
“That’s enough. “I like this place…”
“…If your highness says so. “Then, please step back a little.”
“What are you trying to do….”
Whoop! Sigh!
The king looked back and forth between Charlotte and the saint, who were standing at his feet, covering their ears and glaring at him. He was frightened by his fingers digging into the wall of the castle as if he were lying, and took a step back.
“No, whatever. “You said it was good there, so I’m going to let you see it there.”
“It contains Rodrik’s long history-”
“Hmm!”
Quad deud deuk! Wow! Crash-
….thud.
“-W: It’s a wall of the royal palace with history…”
“Well, aren’t there a lot of walls? It’s nice to have at least one area open like this. “It also faces south, so if the weather is nice, you can have tea time here.”
The young King Siod IV was shocked by the sight of the saint who had torn down the walls of the royal castle with all kinds of magical protection with his bare hands right before his eyes, and then hurriedly lowered his head at the open view and covered his head with the torn curtain.
Rattling rattling!
I couldn’t see clearly because my eyes were dazzled by the morning sunlight, but the afterimage left in the corner of my eyes was like this.
The moment I saw the sight of King’s Land, which had been beautiful and honorable in my memories, as if red paint had been sprinkled and trampled upon, the courage I had managed to muster up disappeared like dust, and my body trembled uncontrollably. The king can’t even stand properly because he can’t stop shaking. How shameful, unsightly, and disgraceful is this.
Siod IV swallowed his anger as he thought of the saint who would look down on him with his back to the fallen city.
‘As expected, the saint wanted to insult Jim. Oh, maybe Jim was dragged aside to assassinate the last king of this country! That’s why he took Charlotte away from me and asked for a private treat!’
Why did I believe what the author said? Saying it was the king’s words, you took away the power that shook the entire castle? Or is the bait offered by the saint too sweet?
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“Do you stand alone? “You and Jim?”
“Your Majesty, the reason I requested a private meeting is to protect the honor of the royal family and to avoid bringing in outsiders while discussing the country’s ambassadors. It won’t take long, and once I’ve finished speaking to you, I’ll never do it again! I won’t bother you, Your Highness!”
“…Can you swear!”
“The name of the saint of light! No, I will make a promise in the name of the revered and great Ro Haram! Then, Your Majesty can return to your peaceful and cozy abode!”
“Good Joe! “I can understand the need for confidentiality when discussing ambassadors between countries… I can understand that!”
“….majesty. At least just me-”
“Oh, I can’t talk if Charlotte is listening. “It’s such an important issue.”
“Stay far enough away that I can see you, and cover your ears. As the king, I will show you that my burden is relieved….”
“….I will follow your orders.”
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He must have lost his mind. He was deceived by the saint’s flashy words and friendly expressions and gave a ridiculous command! Isn’t it natural for such a person to refuse when asked to speak alone with the king in the first place?
‘stupid. ‘I am so foolish!’
In the end, all the environments the saint wanted were provided. King Rodrik was covered in dusty curtains, trembling like a fawn, and the saint looked down at his appearance exposed in the bright sunlight. What happens now? Will the same grip that crushes rocks like pudding catch his head and explode it? Should we torture them by repeatedly crushing them until the brain drains through their noses and then healing them with the holy power of the saint? Threatening to use the name of the king, who now only has a name, for the sake of light?
Should I scream for help right now?
The king thought of his knight, whose ears were closed but whose eyes were wide open towards this place, and of the confrontation between the saint and Charlotte that had occurred at the king’s quarters just a few minutes before. A saint famous for sounding victory signs wherever he goes. Charlotte, the loyal knight I have seen since I was young. And a demonstration of force unfolded before his eyes.
Instead of screaming in fear, Erwin covered his mouth and lowered his head.
Rustle tap.
Jump and jump –
instead of the obscured vision, the ears conveyed fear. Large feet stepped on the remains of the broken walls and walked down the once glorious corridors towards him.
“…Are you afraid of blood? Or are you afraid of bleeding?”
“….sigh.”
“Aren’t you a king? “We can’t stand on the battlefield with them, but can’t we at least take a look around the land they shed their blood to protect?”
“You must be afraid. It must be sad and frustrating! Who doesn’t know that! I understand everything! I understand! Still, you have to cheer up and get up! He’s a king! Instead of turning their heads to look at the sky, don’t people out there look at the royal castle where your majesty is?”
Contrary to expectations, the only thing that landed on his head was the saint’s serious voice, shaking off the lightness, but those words were as sharp as a sword and cut into the king’s heart. A sharp reprimand disguised as a request without consideration.
Ouch!
These are the words I thought of alone in a quiet corner of Beecher, exhausted, after consoling my mother who was losing her mind and running rampant for hours. It shouldn’t be like this. As I am also a member of the Roderick royal family, I should not remain hidden like this. The words that came to mind poured out of the saint’s mouth.
“What can someone like me do?…”
I’m crying!
Contrary to imagination, the words that came out of someone else’s mouth with substance were much more painful and sharp than I imagined. As a result, the feeling deep in my heart came out without my knowledge, as if I had been pricked by a needle.
“….majesty.”
“You are right. I am incompetent “Unlike my brothers, who were brave enough to be born to inherit the name of ‘King of Knights’ more than anyone else, I am weak and timid, and unlike them, I am just a child who cannot even hold a sword properly.”
“….”
“But…. I never ordered them to shed blood for me! “All I did was fall asleep and trust the nanny’s words that nothing would happen!”
A raw voice coming out of a cracked throat from crying too much. I know this is a lame excuse, and I know that nothing will change if I say it, but what someone who dared not even be in the same situation as me was giving advice, and what he said was enough to push away the thoughts that were wandering inside him.
“The news of Abamama’s death came like dawn! Before I could recover from the shock, the older brother followed him and the younger brother passed away right before my eyes! Even in this far away place, it was easy to distinguish them thanks to the armor passed down through the royal family! “The head was cut off and the body rolled down the wall and was never found!”
“The tragedy of the Roderick family is truly-”
“Everyone was unable to say one last goodbye! I still don’t understand all this, it feels like a nightmare that will wake me up in a cold sweat right now! Now, with only a crying mother left, the throne of kings has come to me on my own. As if I were next!”
“majesty!”
What does it mean to force me to fulfill my duties as a king just because I know something? The older brother, who had asked his mother, who was crying and clinging to him, not to go, was traversing the castle wall like a warrior from a legend, had his head fall off, his body falling, and only his head rolling like fruit on the castle wall. The scene was so vivid! They act as if they understand me with only the false name of being a saint, and yet they say that I must do my duty! dare! dare!!!!
“I never wanted to be king! How can someone like me rule and whom can I command? Not like me! I can’t even lift a sword! I don’t want them to die for me, the king of a ruined country, but I have already become their king! I, who am of no use to anyone, become ‘Siod IV’, the hope of all of them! I am so afraid of the envious looks of those who call me king that I am locked in the castle and cannot even raise my head! How can I become the king of them… of those who are more honorable than anyone else…” Heo, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he
, are… Like
the main character in a fairy tale confiding in a well his true feelings that he could not tell anywhere, the king crouched under the thick curtain listened. I confessed my true feelings as if I had lost all hope.
‘….It’s over.’
I couldn’t hold back my true feelings and it felt like vomit. A very weak and unsightly mind. These are words I would like to pick up and put back if I could.
When it becomes known that the person whom those honorable people swore to protect with their lives until the end is nothing more than an ordinary person, they say, ‘I never wanted to be a king!’ What kind of facial expressions will they make when they find out that it is the king who says this?
‘It’s a good thing I served alone. ‘Charlotte would still be covering her ears, so she wouldn’t have heard anything.’
This is Charlotte, who has seen him since childhood. Imagining her face contorting in contempt made me think that it would have been better if I had never existed in the first place. If that were the case, at least the Rodrik royal family would be remembered as honorable people until the end.
“Whoa.”
A deep, low sigh. You must have been disappointed. Whatever the saint had called him to say was now meaningless. I was embarrassed, but I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing helplessly. The tears that flowed down because I was ashamed of myself flowed again because I was ashamed of them.
“majesty.”
“…Ugh! Hmm….”
“…Hey. Erwin.”
“…Sigh?!”
“Anyway, there’s no one listening except the two of us, so you can talk more comfortably?”
Wow!
and. The thick curtain that Erwin was desperately clinging to was torn like paper, revealing his face covered in tears and snot.
“Wow, it really doesn’t suit my personality so I’m just going to throw it away. This is something I can’t do. Hey, are you okay? Was the stimulation too much?”
“Ugh… huh?”
“Hey, let’s wipe our face first. “I revealed everything behind the scenes, but if you show me this face once, my morale will be completely low.”
North boom, north, north, north!
“Ugh? uh?? Ugh ugh????”
The young king barely opened his eyes, unable to concentrate due to the sudden change in atmosphere and the curtains rubbing against his face.
The saint’s large face, revealed through the torn curtain, was frowning as if he had inhaled vinegar.
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‘Wow, I really can’t do this, Shiba.’
When you live in the wasteland, 90% of the people you meet are people who have closed their hearts for their own reasons. Right now, our chat room in District 47 is operating flawlessly, but even in the early days, if someone said something, they’d say, ‘Why are you stealing the coordinates of my house like that?’ Because there was a time when I sharpened my skills while doing this.
When you work with people like that, you naturally learn something. For example, this is how to deal with people with broken personalities who are self-centered.
‘I’ll just have to shake it all off first.’
Usually, these people’s situation and personal history are so intertwined that no matter how much you try and coax them, they keep their mouths shut like clams and don’t talk about themselves.
But as dear Metal Joe says. Isn’t it much easier to just explode a bomb than to defuse it?
‘When I scratched the inside, he confessed as if he had been waiting for a long time.’
These guys are already on the verge of bursting because they can’t keep it to themselves, so they throw a spark into that oil drum and make it vomit fire.
What if the lengthy personal history repertoire that starts with ‘What the fuck do you know-’ is over? The opponent, completely burned from head to toe, is drooping like a blow-up doll with a hole in it. When that time comes, you can start consulting or filling the empty space with something else.
What happened to Our Highness Erwin a little while ago is also part of that process.
‘If the Vex see this, they’ll try to skin me.’
It was an effective, but also harsh method. What happens to people whose brains and conscience have been worn out after years of living in the wasteland? A psychiatrist in his right mind wouldn’t have an 11-year-old pick up his scars with his own hands and expose them. When you are eleven years old, you are in the fourth grade of elementary school. Totally kid.
but. Regardless of what was necessary for clearing the course, this was also something that I had to do as a human being, Professor Park.
“Ervin. “You know what?”
“Shameless….shameless….”
“Shameless is something you can only say when you have any dignity left in you. Until 10 seconds ago, I was rolling on the floor, squeezing my snot, and I was freezing to death.”
“That’s-”
“….You don’t have many opportunities in your life to hear informal language like this.”
“Huh?”
“As the father of the nation to the people. For nobles, the highest ranking noble. A lord to a knight. To other kings, he is respected because he deserves to be respected because he is in the same position as them. “It means that there are very few people in the world who can speak informally to you anymore.”
“I see… I see. “I lost almost all of the people I could treat without thinking.”
“So what I’m saying is, keep a lot of it. “As promised, once this private meeting is over, I won’t have to see you again.”
There was something I had to tell you, so I pushed it like this.
Erwin’s blank, shocked face was very familiar. What thoughts are filled inside that soft head? scary? Kingsland? king? Things like that?
“…Why me?”
“Why did this happen? Why did my father have to embark on an unreasonable strategy and why did my brothers have to walk into that abyss of death? Why do I have to die? why. why. why? Is this right? Have you ever thought about this? No, are you still doing it? Ever since we lost them?”
“Ugh… uh…”
“Shall I teach you? Would you like to hear the authoritative words of this saint, who is called the representative of God?”
Erwin, who had turned his head to the side as if to deny it, stiffened and nodded slowly. okay. Why can’t I think of that? I literally woke up and my world was turned upside down.
why. Why on earth did my family have to die so vainly? So meaninglessly and vainly.
Hmm. This is an important topic, so take a breath.
“According to Professor Seongja’s conclusion obtained through personal research and years of self-inflicted accidents that border on self-injury-”
….gulp
“It just happened to be like that.”
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“….what?”
“There’s no particular reason. It’s just that everyone ended up dying like that.”
The young king, who had been waiting for some grand answer, had an indescribable expression on his face when the saint chuckled jokingly.
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