Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Son of the Demon King
As Canta said, two days later, the exact news came back from the capital.
"Hmm...... In fact, the message from the capital was very concise. Wokan clutched the piece of paper that had just been sent from the Liaison Department, "Actually, they don't have any arrangements for anyone to support......
"What the hell is written on it?" Impatiently, Lanoda glared at Wokan, "If you don't pronounce it well." β
"There's only one name written on it." Knowing that he no longer sold the papers, he obediently held up the piece of paper and read word by word to it, "'Figilio'." β
After a brief silence, a gust of wind blew in through the crack in the window, and the white-haired deity, which had disappeared for days, appeared before their eyes and yawned lazily.
"Ohβthat's too lazy." He grumbled, "Fatherβdoesn't Avos just want to find anyone to come over again?" β
Although he complained, he still moved his muscles in place for a moment, looking around at the people around him.
"Since this is already the arrangement, what are you waiting for?" Figilio shrugged, "Let's go, oh, by the way, I'll have to call Uncle Valuto." β
Figilio disappeared from the room again, and judging by what he said, he should have gone to another room to find the Grim Reaper.
"This is a wayward god." Wokan sighed, "But I've been concerned about one thing for a long time, about this deity...... Talking habits? β
"You mean...... Letty touched her chin thoughtfully, "is that unnatural turn every time you call the Demon King?" β
"You don't have to be so subtle, Letty." Kryd sneered, he had never had a good impression of Figilio, "He clearly pronounced the full syllables very clearly. I can't think of any other meaning to 'Father'. β
"Maybe it's 'husband'?" Wokan whimsically joked, "Say, 'Husband' - okay, I know, this guess is stupid. β
"If one day you die at someone's hands because of your mouth, I will never be surprised." Kyild resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "But...... Oh, does that one have any heirs? β
"According to the available, published records, no." Lanoda grimaced, "To the extent that my father knew, the relationship history of the Demon King was a blank slate, and he was very clean before falling into a thousand-year slumber, and he did not form a partnership with any living beings. β
"Of course, this has been answered from the book that Ogani gave us, and his partner should be ......," Rosette took the name of the goddess in his mouth, "I don't think that the heir was born in this thousand years, and given the scale of the war of those years, it is impossible for the two to fight at the same time...... So, it should only be before the war. β
"If that's the case, they're hiding it too well." Wokan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, "Even the other gods don't know he exists...... Except for the Grim Reaper. β
"It's not easy to completely hide the existence of a deity in that environment." "The number of gods is very scarce compared to humans...... If there was an extra unfamiliar aura in their plane, the other gods would not be unaware. Even if it only appears for a moment, it can be captured by those gods who are good at detecting breath. β
"Well, because my aura doesn't actually belong to the ranks of 'strangers'." Figilio appeared at the door of the room, nonchalantly discussing his origins with them, "If anything, my mother doesn't know that I really exist. Her father had been hiding from her and wanted to surprise her. β
He dragged a chair in front of him, straddled it, and rested his arms on the back of the chair. Valuto quietly closed the door and quietly walked to the wall, not making any sense of his presence.
ββ¦β¦ Your mother doesn't know? Kyild looked at him suspiciously, "Even if a god has offspring, it is viviparous, and there is no mother who does not know that her child is born." Either they are not related by blood, or they are ...... You're taking a different approach. β
Figilio grinned.
"You guys found out about this too slowly, I obviously missed it several times, but I only remembered to ask now." He plucked out his ears with a big prick in his heart, "Since you are talking about this, then I will also briefly talk about it." Anyway, my father and mother used their hair, blood, and magic to create me, but at that time I was just a small ball of light, unformed. A few days after I took shape, my mother suddenly fell under the spell and stabbed my father, and the matter was delayed. β
ββ¦β¦ Therefore, the aura on your body can be said to be a fusion of the goddess and the demon king, and although new souls will be generated, the essence can still be attributed to the two gods. Letty looked at Figilio inquiringly, "Coupled with the outbreak of war, no god has had time to discern the difference between you and the two of them. β
Figilio snapped his fingers and grinned as he rested his chin on the back of his chair.
"What questions do you have? How about asking all at once? He said lazily, "I won't necessarily be willing to answer you after that." β
"How did you and Bianko's mother meet?" Kayld asked coldly and on a completely unrelated topic, "You are also a god who has lived for at least a thousand years, and you are also the son of the Demon King. Why did you meet a human with a lifespan of only a few decades and become good friends? As far as I know, neither the social circles of the nobles nor the line-up of the gods have the name 'Linpersa'. β
Figilio stiffened suspiciously for a moment, then twisted his head away seemingly nonchalantly.
"Then you should know, Sha...... Linposa's ancestors were related to her father, and it was not surprising that I knew her. And she looked a lot like my aunt, which even my father would admit. So I went to meet her and became her friend, what's wrong with that? β
"Oh-" Lanoda uttered a long, unincomprehensible sound, "according to my father...... Although Biya's mother is a descendant of nobles, and even a relative of the Demon King, she never uses this as a basis to seek help from other nobles or gods. It's better to say, sometimes she even dislikes associating with those people and gods, and I'm quite curious, how do you make her not reject you? β
Figilio looked like he had been stabbed by something, and he shrank his head in fear.
"I don't think that's important, is it? You should pack your things and get ready to go back to the capital......"
"But we didn't really know who you really were." "Even if you say that you are the son of the Demon King, and the Grim Reaper can testify for you, we are still not sure if we can really trust you, and not trusting you enough will cause great trouble for our return. Again...... While it may not matter to us how you and Biya's mom met, it's important to Biya β she's never heard anything about her mom. β
Nothing Laorda had said before was as heavy as the last sentence, and Figilio looked so shocked that he almost fell out of his chair.
"Biya has never heard of Sasha?" Figilio's shock at this fact made him unable to hide his intimacy with the woman, "Hey, that's not rightβdidn't Ligella and Padron tell Bia?" β
Kyild frowned slightly, then let go of his brow again.
"They think Bianko should have a basic understanding of the world before they can have the ability to understand what happened back then." He said dryly, "Actually, I think it's too early to let her know." In that brief conversation you had just now, Bianko was probably the only thing she could understand was that her mother was related to the Demon King. β
"Are you looking down on her?" Figilio glared at Kyird, "That kid just doesn't know much, but you're describing her as a foolβ"
"But what the young master said is right." Biancole cowered behind Kyild and whispered, "I really don't understand what you're talking about...... Why did your aunt want to make friends with your aunt who looked like you? Why doesn't mom like to socialize with her family? β
Figilio was deflated as if he had been pinched in the throat, and no matter how much he hated Kryd, he would not be angry with Bianco.
"Uh......" Figilio hesitated and skipped the girl's first question, "Linpertha didn't care so much about her standard of living, of course, I'm not saying that she didn't have a good life at that time, it's just that for a nobleman, that kind of life is too poor." But she felt that she was able to live a good life at that time, no different from other people. She didn't want to ask for help for things that weren't necessary. β
Biancole poked her head out from behind Kyild's back and looked at Figilio with some confusion.
"Then why would you want to be friends with your mother?"
"You see, I've never seen my aunt, I can only see it from the portraits they keep...... When I suddenly saw someone who had been commented by others to look like my aunt, I would certainly like to check it out. Figilio coughed twice, "and ...... Linposha has a very interesting personality, and I think she's a nice person, so I wanted to be friends with her......"
Figilio may be a god with great powers and status, but it's clear that he's not good at hiding anything, at least everyone can see that he's trying to hide something.
Having seen enough of the joke, Kyild stopped the girl who wanted to continue asking questions, and although the deity didn't seem to be angry with her for now, no one knew if he would be annoyed.
"We should be ready to go." "Go check that you have your things with you," said Bianco, "for I don't want to wait until you reach the capital to hear you crying that you forgot something and didn't take it." β
The words effectively diverted Bianko's attention, and she wrinkled her nose at Kyelde and ran to the side angrily to collect her backpack.