Chapter 137: No Reservations
Early the next morning, Richard was woken up from his bed by a blank face of Miss Real Name. The young man yawned and rubbed his eyes as he sat up from the bed.
"What's going on today?"
"Willet Edward is here."
"Huh? Why did you come so early......"
Richard scratched the back of his head and began to think seriously about how he could verbally suggest that the other party should not be so diligent. Perhaps, it would be better to throw down the phrase "don't bother yourself if you don't have something important" in a cold tone?
......
Dressed in robes and masks, Richard regained his wizarding leader's style, sat on the Iron Throne, and lifted the constant spell on the door.
When the door opened, it was the blonde girl with a shallow smile on her pretty face.
β¦β¦ But for some reason, in her hand, there was still a little red man.
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β...... What the hell is that? β
Under the mask, Richard opened his mouth wide in astonishment, looked at the ancient monster body in Willett's hand in surprise, and didn't know what to say for a while.
At first, Richard thought it was a puppet or a puppet, but this idea was soon shattered by reality: because the little man, who looked like a normal person more than ten times smaller, was obviously not a toy, but a living thingβhe was even struggling with vigor in the hands of the witch, wiggling his little hands and feet desperately.
...... It feels a bit like a ginseng doll that I used to watch in cartoons.
"Good morning, teacher."
As she spoke, she had to squeeze one of the villain's legs, for the villain was not only writhing and struggling, but also squeaking and screaming.
Richard listened carefully for a while, only to realize that the other party was scolding. The fact that the villain speaks human language suggests that he has the intelligence to communicate with humans.
"You idiot! Hopelessly stupid! Idiot Witch! - How dare you betray me! β
"Do you think you're going to end well?"
"Stupid! Stupid! I've never met a Covenant Keeper with a brain problem like you! β
"Do you know what you're doing? Do you know you're giving up the most precious thing in the world? β
"Are you really a wizard? Even the village girl who has never studied is smarter than you! Princesses who grew up in castles and don't know anything about the world are more self-aware than you! β
"You're going to pay for it! - Those who break the contract will not end well! β
β¦β¦
Beneath the mask, Richard's expression became more and more eccentric.
He listened intently with his magic, and in the long and unscrupulous invectives of the little man, a lot of information had actually been revealed.
It seems that the other party has signed some kind of contract with the witch, and Willett Edward has obtained some kind of extremely precious inheritance, so that "it" can descend into the real world in this way-
But it was supposed to be a secret that had to be kept strictly, but the witch didn't keep it.
Moreover, Violet even broke the agreement the next morning, indicating that she never took the "contract" to heart from the beginning.
The more Richard listened, the more he felt that the other party's tone was not just a simple betrayal of anger, but also seemed to be mixed with ingredients similar to "disbelief" and "hatred is not steel".
He thought about the secret of Villette's body, and the connection between her and the Starfire Furnace, and had a vague guess.
......
The curse of the Blazing Sun Demon King, who had shrunk to the size of a doll and had completely lost his former majesty, was like a breeze in her ears to Willett, without stirring up a wave.
The girl walked to the center of the hall without squinting, and bowed meticulously before speaking.
"Teacher, this is ......"
However, Villeret, who had only reached the front of her seat, had just spoken half a sentence when she stopped. She seemed hesitant to describe what she was carrying.
Richard's eyes flickered slightly.
ββ¦β¦ Edward, you have some kind of spirit in your hands, right? β
"Yes. However, unlike ordinary spirits, he has his own body in reality, like-"
"Just like a human being, it's just that it's not flesh and blood that makes up its body, it's the ether, or magic. In ancient times, this phenomenon was called 'materialization'. β
Richard bowed slightly.
Just now he had discovered that the state of this villain was very similar to that of the Spell Spirit Lord.
"Materialization" is clearly not an ability unique to the Enchanted Spirit Lord, but rather a technique used by highly intelligent AIs - in today's parlance, "spirit magic", magic that only spirits can use.
"As a teacher, your depth is astonishing."
Villerlett genuinely admired.
β¦β¦
After coming to the legendary wizard's seat with the witch, the little man who was struggling and screaming finally fell silent.
His golden pupils, like flowing lava, narrowed slightly, and he looked up at the masked man on the Iron Throne, looking up and down at Rasputchin.
The "villain" was silent for a moment, and then snorted coldly.
"Pretending to be a ghost......
"Smack."
Before he could finish his words, he was grabbed by the witch and grabbed most of his body.
"Wait...... Wait a minute! Don't push! Wow wow! It hurts, it hurts! I know, I know, this king shut up! β
The blonde girl no longer looked at him, but also looked at the wizard leader on the throne.
"Who is he?"
Richard asked.
"He claims to be the first person of the Sun God 'Tyrant of the Sun' who fell at the end of the 'Eternal War', and the last Pope of the Sun Cult, the Blazing Sun Demon King, who formed after the death of the Blazing Sun Demon King......"
Then, Violet told all the experiences of the past two days, including the contents of the dream, and the speculation about the sΓ©ance ritual that had happened to her.
Richard flexed his fingers and tapped them lightly on the armrest of the throne.
"War for Eternity" ...... Tyrant of the Sun...... ...... of the Sun Salutation Beelzebub......
One noun after another came out of the witch's mouth, and Richard searched Raspuchin's knowledge base for what they meant while squeezing the emotions that surged in his heart.
It wasn't until the witch had finished speaking that he let out a long breath in an imperceptible voice.
Although Richard is not a native of this world, he can still feel the weight of these terms.
Each of them has a cruel and heavy history behind it; The fonts and syllables seem to have been soaked in endless blood.
"No one can resist the temptation of God," is a well-known saying that was passed down in the Black Iron Age; The reason why it is rarely heard of after a thousand years is not because people's ultimate desires have disappeared, but because the secret of the "path to godhood" has gradually disappeared from people's vision.
As for the allure of the legacy left by the gods, even if it is a clue, not to mention - after all, even himself, who has only been in this world for a year, has begun to fight the idea of "divine power".
If the secret of Villerett is exposed, for example, if the hanged man or the preacher hears the news, I am afraid that he will go to the tower without heeding; Not only those who have ulterior motives in the first place, but everyone on the magic tower, including the wizard leader, will become her enemies; The Holy See, the Kingdom, and the entire mystical world will swim like sharks smelling blood, and everything that happened 2,000 years ago will repeat itself.
The witch herself is well aware of this.
β¦β¦ However, she is willing to hold back on herself.
Richard Derma clutched his snake staff, feeling a toothache.