The Siltair Kingdom was no different from being destroyed.
The king vanished, and his body couldn’t be found, and the only sword master in the kingdom was killed.
Soldiers died, and captain-level figures fled or died. Still, the other people weren’t touched.
The collapse of the infrastructure was unavoidable.
[I didn’t know that the Siltair Kingdom would end up like this.]
Jamie chuckled at the voice in his head.
“As I thought, you are alive.”
[I told you. I saw tomorrow.]
Setiros VI, the King of Siltair Kingdom, was able to survive in the form of an ego because his soul was tied to God Killer.
Simply put, he was currently within Jamie’s consciousness. If he wanted to, the voice would die.
[Do you think you can do such a tough thing?]
“Vanish if you don’t like it.”
[… no.]
Jamie had given him one mission.
It was the detailed adjustment of the artifacts called Trinity, which were newly created with fusion.
Embracing all the powers of the three items that merged into Jamie’s body, and just like that, the Black Suit got taken as a medium.
So that it could be used whenever he wanted to.
And Setiros VI survived with only his mind dependent on Trinity.
[Still, with the ability of Trinity being this vast, I wonder if it can be done…]
“Humans are creatures that constantly learn. Experts aren’t born overnight. After a lot of trial and error, you can be one too.”
[Can’t you do this yourself? With your level of skills, I think you can handle even the greatest weapons with ease.]
“It is possible. However, I will not be able to pay attention to two things, and if I am unlucky, it might end up turning into a snowball of bad events.”
[You speak like a wise man.]
“I transcended the level of a sage.”
[I don’t really think so.]
At any rate, he didn’t have the right to refuse.
“Rather than that, isn’t your name too long?”
[I agree.]
“You are Seti in the future.”
[… you shrunk it too much.]
Of course, this was impossible to refuse too. Seti, who had been reduced to four letters, sighed.
Even so, when the unnecessary response of the VI was taken down, it felt less annoying.
Who would call a name with a number?
‘I’d rather take Seti.’
The king’s identity was lost anyway.
Now it was just a mental body living as a parasite on a man named Jamie Welton. When he thought of it that way, everything seemed better.
Seti was a man who thought positively, so he forgot his irrationality and asked in curiosity,
[Rather. Why did you let him live?]
“Prometheus?”
[Yes, it didn’t seem like you needed him.]
Prometheus was poison.
Jamie hoped for the best for him, but Seti had witnessed so many humans being kind.
And he knew them.
[People don’t change.]
People never do. They just pretend to change.
No matter how hard they try, it would be just for a moment, and they would return to their original nature.
And he was sure of it.
[He will try to kill you again. Do you still believe him?]
“You are misunderstanding something here.”
[Um?]
Jamie said with a frown on his face,
“When did I ever say anything about believing him?”
[You didn’t kill him but embraced him.]
“Me? When I saw him, I just said he was better in a group than alone, but I never accepted him.”
[No, you pointed to your subordinate and said to believe her…]
“Why does that mean I trust him?”
Seti was at a loss for words.
Like Jamie said, there was nothing mentioned about believing in him. He briefly just told him what he felt.
“It is a different matter when Prometheus bows his head and comes under me. I don’t think he will ever make that choice, but it’s not like I care if he becomes an enemy, either.”
[He might stab you in the back at an important time.]
“If he did that in front of a common enemy we have, then he must be insane. But even if I think rationally about this, I know that he isn’t the kind to do that. Moreover…”
Jamie cut out his playful tone and said,
“If he has anything called shame, he will know what to do from now on.”
[You are such a big-hearted person.]
“Well, from the moment I didn’t kill Prometheus, the matter is already out of my hands. From now on, it is between him and Jor.”
Even if he just thought of it and stated it out of the blue, he meant for Prometheus to have more faith in Jor.
In Jamie’s eyes, the bond between those two was clearly stronger than he thought, so it turned into a kind of inseparable relationship, even if they didn’t like it.
Whether good or bad, he didn’t know what kind of relationship they had.
“Rather, prepare to be hit.”
[Suddenly? And how would I be hit when I am a mental body?]
“There are ways.”
[… looks like someone wants to hit me bad.]
“I want to kill you.”
At those words, Seti gulped.
Prometheus was dumbfounded.
Just like a person who lost everything, he looked dead in the eyes.
Jormungand approached him when he almost fell down.
“What are you doing?”
Prometheus didn’t answer her. He couldn’t hear anything.
The things that happened a couple of moments ago were going around in his head like a nightmare.
Even if he tried, he couldn’t get rid of the thoughts about it.
Jormungand sneered at him and kicked him in the shoulder.
“…”
Prometheus rolled on the ground like a helpless doll.
“You pitiful bastard”
She looked at him like he was a bug and said,
“That was unlike you. Why did you do that to my Lord?”
“…I don’t know.”
She thought he wouldn’t answer, but he began speaking.
“I just… I wanted to go past him.”
Realistically, he knew what his current strength was and that he couldn’t win over Jamie.
Why did he do that, then?
He wasn’t sure, but it seemed like he was trying to deny reality, and his envy and inferiority had made that happen. His desire to kill the 12 Gods was combined with his emotions right then.
Normally, he would have thoroughly planned things and spent around 20,000 years doing so, so a couple of years shouldn’t matter.
‘But I didn’t think I could collapse by just a few words.’
It meant that the tragedy in Garmon hadn’t faded from his mind and was still shackling him. So he was furious when Jamie mentioned it.
The familiar expression and the advice he gave were a reality he didn’t want to think about just yet.
“Foolish one.”
Jormungand clicked her tongue.
“I knew right off the bat that you had other ideas.”
“Then why did you take me?”
“Because I believed in you.”
Prometheus’s eyes trembled at this.
“I knew you were the shady kind, but still, during the years we have been together, I have watched you put in the effort, and I believed that you are as stubborn and passionate as me, and I watched you.”
“…”
“But, what is all this? Was the man I knew someone like this?”
Jormungand seemed upset.
The first time she met him was 4,000 years ago.
When she first met him, he didn’t look like a child. He was a middle-aged man covered in mud.
‘Why are you there looking like you are dying?’
‘Get lost.’
At that time, Prometheus was a man who had given up everything. Originally, Jormungand would never pay attention to such people, but for some reason, this person piqued her curiosity.
Also, she felt like she was looking at a subject.
A test subject to get her holy power.
And she thought that if he was a man who had given up, then he could be used as the best test subject.
‘You seem frustrated. Tell me what is bothering you.’
‘I told you to leave.’
‘I might give you a new chance.’
At the words ‘new chance,’ Prometheus flinched and stared at her for a long time.
‘And what I want can…’
‘Whatever you wish for. All of it.’
After that, Prometheus was able to come back to life with her help. And before long, the two realized their meeting was destiny.
Because they knew their goals were the same. The problem was Prometheus.
‘Terrible.’
He was truly an utter disappointment.
After living for over 10,000 years and training for another 6,000 years, the level he achieved felt rather average. It wasn’t even on par with the top three races.
But in the far eastern nations, he learned strange things like sorcery, which was quite unusual.
‘It will be a very painful time with you not having a talent.’
’If only I could kill them….!
A hard time.
Jormungand struggled and worked to create the 13th holy power.
Prometheus never groaned or cried out in pain.
It is because he was born with overwhelming mental strength, at least after the long life he had.
And that was his only talent.
He always did.
While receiving many lessons from Jormungand, he conducted research on black mana.
The two never became close, despite the long time they spent together. They lived by depending on each other.
No matter how much she hid, their faith in each other was strong.
… at least, Jormungand believed so.
“What am I to you?”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Can you really not have trust in me?”
“… is it because of what he said?”
“Prometheus.”
He struggled to raise his upper body and leaned against the wall.
“What to do in the future, what all the things we have to build, and……”
He still had dead eyes.
“To look at you.”
“Are you going to give up?”
“Give up… I did. As you can see, my existence is quite insignificant. As long as he is there, I am not needed. You don’t need me. So maybe that is what he also wants.”
The fact that he repeated that he was different from Diablo Volfir and the fact that he had the ambition to surpass the original in terms of power.
‘I wished for it despite never being able to be on par with him.’
He didn’t realize it before, but now that he saw the difference in power, it struck him.
He wanted to become Diablo Volfir.
Right.
The existence that Jormungand had wanted.
But he failed at it. He failed at everything he did.
The long life he lived has ended in vain.
“So pathetic.”
It was Behemoth, who was seated like a cat and eating an apple.
“You are a pathetic one.”
“Behemoth, when did you come?”
Jormungand was surprised at this, too. Whether they were scared or not, Behemoth just bit into the apple.
Chew!
“Nom-nom, you chase after other people all your life, and the moment you get denied, you are stuck in a place with a crying face. Such a pathetic one you are.”
“… what are you saying?”
“You still don’t understand what the Lord said.”
“What he said to me?”
“Why don’t you trust Jor? Can you not do it? If you think so, then dying might be better for you, get it? I am holding back because my Lord said those words, but I really want to kill you.”
“Words don’t mean much.”
“You are twisted to the core. Do you think I cannot deal with you?”
“Behemoth. What are you doing again? This doesn’t fit you.”
Behemoth glanced at Jormungand.
“You too, Jor,”
“Why do you keep calling me Jor? Are you the Lord?”
“Stop caring about the little things. Anyway, you made him that way. If you needed him, you should have handled it well. What is that thing?”
He looked at Prometheus and said,
“The first thing you need to do is apologize. You bow your head to Jor and apologize to her.”
“…”
“Huh. Personally, I have no desire to even see you, but if you want to remain with Jor, do what you must do. If you don’t like to, then get the hell out of my sight before I kill you.”
Apologize.
Prometheus’s eyes trembled at it.
He looked at Jormungand.
She was holding her forehead with a face that said she hated this, and then her eyes met with his.
“Right. Behemoth is right. I do deserve the apology. How dare you attack my Lord? Don’t you know that I gave you power for other purposes? You need to remember the content of our contract, right?”
“…… all the power is for the same goal.”
“Then what you did is a breach of our contract. Even if I take all of your power right away, you have no say.”
Like it or not, Jormungand and Prometheus were destined to meet.
It was entirely up to her if she wanted to continue or drop this, but canceling this would be a blow to her.
“However…”
She sighed and said,
“…I want you to apologize to the Lord and not me.”
“…”
“Trust me. I will trust you and go back to the old days.”
“Jormungand…”
Prometheus’s tears dried up.
That was why he couldn’t cry, but his expression felt like that of a guilty person.
“Sorry… sorry. I am really sorry for doing that.”
“Huh!”
Behemoth snorted and pushed the apple to the side, and the apple rolled onto Prometheus’s head.
“I have no intention of forgiving you. Still, if the Lord accepts you, then I will say nothing about it. But if the same thing happens next time……”
His eyes turned red with the most chaotic aura.
-Then I will kill you myself, Prometheus.
Having said that, Behemoth vanished.
Prometheus caught the apple on the floor.
It was time to meet Jamie.
