Chapter 207 – Apostle (2)

Alon felt dizzy at the situation that was completely reversed from common sense.

He, a nobleman of another country, was sitting on the throne.

While King Pamilono, the owner of this throne, was bowing his waist deeply down there.

If someone were to ask if this was a normal situation.

It was a situation where one would have no choice but to shake their head without a moment’s hesitation.

Naturally, Alon did not want to sit on the throne either.

He had nothing to gain, and he even had something to ask for, so pulling the King down?

Rather, he wanted to stop it if he could.

Nevertheless, the reason he was sitting in this seat.

It was because of the persistent King Pamilono.

‘……I am fine, but.’

‘I am also fine. Please, I beg of you.’

‘No, that… is there a reason I must sit…’

‘No. You must sit, Marquis.’

……To be precise, while standing behind his back.

It would be more correct to say it was because of Zenira and Sirkal, who seemed to be threatening anyone who saw them.

“Whew.”

Alon looked down.

Evan, who was standing next to the King and laughing heartily, as if it were not even surprising anymore.

He tried to ignore that expression and asked the King.

“……That, first, there is something I would like to ask of you.”

“Please say anything.”

The King bowed his head politely.

Alon felt uncomfortable once again.

A nobleman sitting on the throne.

A King standing below and bowing his waist.

No matter how one looked at it, it was abnormal itself.

However, since he had roughly grasped how the situation was going.

Alon decided to finish the request as quickly as possible.

“Hmm.”

“Yes.”

“That, the statue…”

“If it is the statue, are you speaking of the statue of Lord Kalanon the Receiver of Lightning…?”

“That is right.”

“Ah, yes, the Marquis’s statue… no, is there some problem with the statue of Lord Kalanon the Receiver of Lightning?”

“No, it is not that there is a problem. But…”

Alon, who was speaking up to that point, closed his mouth without realizing it.

Of course he knew.

That the moment he asked for anything, the King would grant it.

In other words, the burden of the request had disappeared at least.

However, the reason Alon stopped speaking nonetheless.

‘……It is harder to say than I thought.’

Because it was embarrassing.

To say that he wanted them to attach horns to Kalanon’s statue…

If Kalanon the Receiver of Lightning were a being completely unrelated to Alon, it would not matter, but…

“Please say anything.”

He did not have to look far.

He could tell just by looking at their eyes right now.

To them, Alon was.

Kalanon the Receiver of Lightning himself.

That is, even if it was not intentional.

In fact, the request to add horns to the statue.

Was like a child’s complaint, as if Alon were begging to make his own statue look cooler.

‘……It is embarrassing.’

He could not bring himself to say it out loud.

“If it is about not properly creating Lord Kalanon’s form, we will remake it.”

“……I will leave it to you. That…”

“Yes, we will remake it and make sure to implement those majestic horns…!”

Thanks to Sirkal’s quick wit, the addition of the horns was naturally accomplished.

Alon felt inwardly grateful to her and nodded calmly.

He was finally able to get away from the throne…

About two days had passed since then.

Alon headed to Caliburn to go to the snowy mountain.

To be honest, he wanted to rest for a few more days.

However, he had no choice but to leave the Grand Duchy of Luxible as quickly as possible.

Ever since Alon defeated the Apostle of Sloth.

Everyone would prostrate themselves as soon as they saw his face…

It was too burdensome to stay there.

He quickly escaped from the Grand Duchy for now.

Unfortunately, he could not completely escape from the discomfort.

It was because of the knights of Caliburn.

The moment Alon stepped out of the carriage, they all bowed their heads deeply.

A new sense of burden was slowly creeping in.

No, he just stepped out of the carriage to eat dinner.

What if those who were eating suddenly stood up at once and bowed their heads with the most solemn expressions?

……It was much more uncomfortable than he had thought.

In fact, more than anything else.

“Marquis, would you like to try some?”

“……Thank you.”

“Not at all. If there is anything else you need, please let me know at any time.”

The Macalian siblings coming to the carriage every hour to take care of Alon was the finishing touch.

He was somewhat used to Deus, who had always been like that whenever they met.

The problem was his younger sister, Silly.

Ever since Alon had rescued her, she visited him every single day without fail to ask if he was uncomfortable and took care of his three meals a day.

As if they had planned it, they came separately.

Alon was receiving greetings from the Macalian siblings almost every thirty minutes.

“……Aren’t you working too hard?”

“Hard work? I am alive like this thanks to you, Marquis.”

Silly smiled brightly.

Watching her, Alon said.

“Even so, it seems that you are still working hard… if there is anything you would like to ask of me, just say it. I will help as much as I can.”

“R-Really?”

At the light suggestion he had made because he thought she was working too hard, she widened her eyes and asked back.

“I mean it.”

When he nodded, she began to twist her body slightly while glancing at him.

Alon was momentarily flustered.

‘No, what kind of request is she going to make…?’

Contrary to his worries, Silly’s request was simpler than he had thought.

“That, just one autograph… would it be possible?”

“……Autograph?”

“Yes,”

“……Do you mean a signature?”

“Yes…!”

……Why a signature? He thought for a moment.

Alon took a piece of paper from Evan and gave her an autograph.

“Will this do…?”

“……! Yes, yes, it’s enough, Marquis!”

“But why did you ask for an autograph?”

It was obvious.

There was no such thing as an autograph culture in this world.

Even in the modern world, it was rare to exchange autographs unless one was a celebrity.

At Alon’s question, Silly answered with a beaming smile.

“I’m going to make it an heirloom…!”

“An heirloom…?”

“Yes! Thank you so much!”

Silly bowed deeply to say goodbye and ran out, clutching the autograph to her chest as if it were precious.

Soon after.

“Brother, look at this! It’s the Marquis’s autograph!”

“Heh…”

“……”

While Alon was feeling embarrassed once again at the commotion outside the carriage.

“Marquis, you must be happy. Now you even have a fanatic.”

“……I am not that happy.”

“Is that so?”

Evan asked suggestively.

“Rather, it’s embarrassing.”

“Hmm… I think I would like it very much…”

[Hmph, a guy like you who twists his body just to try and do something with a woman would probably like it.]

“……This bastard, he didn’t come out in the Grand Duchy, but he pops out as soon as we leave it?”

Basiliola, who did not miss the opportunity to pop out.

[Hmph… I just didn’t want to see their faces.]

“It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see them, it was because you didn’t want to be ignored for getting smaller.”

[Ugh…]

Basiliola made an expression as if his point had been struck, as if it were true.

[Kkyu…]

Perhaps interested in Basiliola’s long-awaited appearance.

Kkamang also popped out from Alon’s chest.

While feeling a sense of satisfaction watching them for a moment.

‘Hmm…’

Alon looked at the well-decorated horn on one side of the carriage.

The horn that Kalanon had asked him to take care of.

‘……There are so many things I want to ask. I wonder when we can talk again.’

There were quite a few things he wanted to ask her.

He was curious if Kalanon and the White Ghost were related.

He was also curious why she told him that he needed faith but then told him not to gather it indiscriminately.

Above all, he was most curious about the detailed use of Gyeok.

‘……Can we talk after my Gyeok has recovered to some extent?’

Alon, who was now very familiar with contemplating his inner self.

Recalled her for a while as he checked Kalanon’s Gyeok, which had begun to regenerate very weakly.

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It was a dark night.

Under the quiet night sky where everyone was asleep.

Deus, who was inside the carriage, silently looked at Silly sleeping beside him.

Smiling at the sight of his younger sister sleeping while clutching the paper containing Alon’s autograph, he soon turned his gaze to the carriage behind him.

To the carriage where Alon was staying.

“……”

Deus suddenly recalled a few days ago.

The time when he could have lost everything.

But instead, the time when he had saved everything.

‘……If the Marquis hadn’t come at that time.’

Deus would have lost his world.

The knights.

His younger sister.

His honor.

Everything.

However, he.

Protected everything that he had almost lost because of that damn bastard.

Even.

He even gave him time and advice without dealing with the guy on purpose so that he could take revenge.

But even so.

Deus ultimately failed to take revenge.

Because he was lacking.

Tighten!

Deus clenched his fist without realizing it.

He definitely thought he had become stronger to some extent.

But it still wasn’t enough.

He was too weak.

He couldn’t even properly take revenge on the being he had to take revenge on.

And he was protected by him again.

‘I must become stronger.’

Deus grit his teeth.

To become strong enough to be his sword.

Furthermore, to be strong enough to protect him.

He had to become stronger.

To repay the person who had called him family.

And who had shown him infinite grace until now.

“……”

It was a dark night.

Under the quiet night sky where everyone was asleep.

Deus made a silent vow.

The blue moon shone on him.

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A huge altar like a pyramid that had already existed since ancient times.

Inside the altar guarded by the great lizardman tribe, Karambl.

“I greet the Great One.”

Kurak, who bowed his head.

[Ah, it’s been a while…]

And Hazard, who leisurely received Kurak’s polite greeting.

A being whose form and expression Kurak could only barely recognize.

Hazard got straight to the point instead of any special formalities.

[So, did you find out?]

“Yes.”

[How was it?]

“Certainly, as you expected, it was him.”

[Is that so?]

Hazard smiled as if he were very pleased with Kurak’s assertion.

However.

“However… there is also a matter that I must additionally inform you of.”

[What is it?]

He, who made a questioning expression at the following words.

Soon heard the details of what happened when he visited Marquis Palladio from Kurak.

[So, the divine power felt was the same, but he himself denied it… is that what you’re saying?]

“Yes.”

He seemed to be pondering something for a moment.

[I see…]

He nodded as if he understood.

[I don’t know why he denied it, but well… it doesn’t matter. Anyway, I know someone who might know.]

“Are you talking about the elves?”

[Yes.]

Elves.

At the answer from Hazard’s mouth, Kurak bowed his head once again and stepped forward.

“Then, I will go and check.”

[No. There’s no need for that.]

“……Then?”

[I will go personally.]

“……Personally?”

[Yes. To hear exactly what’s going on with my friend…]

Hazard recalled the Elf Queen,

[Anyway, to attach an escort to my friend, I’ll have to talk to the elves in advance.]

He stood up leisurely.

On his face…

[Tell them that those trashy elves who aren’t fit to escort my friend can be removed.]

A smile was hanging on his face as if he were very pleased.