Chapter 172 – 172. Greetings
The reason why Magan sent separate invitations to the banquet to the already dead Deius Verdi and Northwedden was as a kind of warning and entertainment.
It is a warning to bring back the left hand of the former saint Stella, which is his, and at the same time, he is unaware of the death of Deius Verdi.
It was part of a bizarre joke that only demons would laugh at.
“Am I seeing it right now?”
Magan, leaning on the balcony, had his eyes set on Deius getting out of the carriage.
Even though the distance itself was so far away that most people couldn’t see it, Magan asked as if it was obvious.
Next to him, the secretary with emerald hair kept her mouth shut and couldn’t say anything.
Since she was not an ordinary person either, she could see Deius’ face but could not explain why the person she thought was dead was still alive.
Her role is to assist Magan as much as possible and provide him with the food and answers he wants, but she has no choice but to keep her mouth shut this time.
“Ha, when it comes to memorial service, does it mean that humans have two lives?”
“… … .”
“uh? say it. That’s because I’m not human and I don’t know. If you accumulate enough karma, you will get another life? One coin?”
“no.”
“right? “Isn’t it?”
Magan burst out laughing so hard that his chin shook. The damage caused by the Lemegeton that exploded in my stomach has not yet fully recovered.
The moment I see Deius, I realize that the pain in my abdomen will not recover naturally, no matter how much I eat.
“Yes, Deius Verdi.”
licking.
Magan’s tongue glides over his thick lips. This was the first time I felt this way since I saw Saint Stella.
A being that wants to eat but cannot.
A man who cannot reach out his hand while standing on the republic ground that is no different from his own table.
Impulsively, I force myself to resist the urge to step on the balcony railing and rush towards Deius.
“In the end, it will be served as food in front of Magan.”
“Yes, I guess so. “Some modifications will need to be made to the existing plan.”
Magan took a deep breath at the secretary’s words, but did not take his eyes off Deius.
“I still feel like that man’s right hand is still in my stomach.”
I had to admit that it was indeed a delicacy. The human being who had become perfect by bearing countless karma and resentment and going through many hardships was so sweet that it made my tongue rejoice.
“iced coffee.”
Magan’s low voice contained a feeling of genuine regret.
“It is indeed appetizing.”
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The moment Deius slams the warp marker on the ground, a huge pillar of light begins to fall from the sky.
Findeneye and Aria were annoyed because they had already seen the sight once, but some of the Republic soldiers along with the rest of the party looked up with their mouths open.
The golden pillar soon turned into a human shape, and standing in front of it was a blonde girl.
Eleanor Luden Griffin.
The number was greater than the number of people who came to rescue Finden Eye at the time. The sorcerous judge, Tyrn Ol’ Bellokus, was also with them, and not only the judge but also a large number of knights joined.
However, it was dangerous for King Orpheus to come in person, and it was not a very good sight for the kingdom people to see the king come in person.
Because a king always had to be serious and serious. Just because the Republic, which is currently engaged in a war of nerves, calls us, we can’t just show up and walk away.
At the same time, Eleanor, a member of the royal family, came to show the least courtesy, and this happened because she actively wanted it.
“princess.”
Deius slowly kneels in front of her. I tried to kiss her palm, but Eleanor said it was okay and gave her a considerate smile.
“I heard the whole story.”
I don’t know if it was Kim Shin-woo, but he didn’t necessarily want to receive it from Deius.
“You worked hard, please work hard.”
“all right.”
Just as Darius had shown outstanding performance against the priests before.
Deius also seemed quite talented as an actor, but in the eyes of those who worked with Kim Shin-woo, it felt like he was lacking something.
“Could you show me your hands for a moment?”
At that time, a woman wearing a white priest’s uniform appeared from among the warped crowd.
Saint Lucia Saint.
Since it was confirmed that the Republic was ruled by an arch-demon called Magan, the saint personally accompanied him to keep it in check.
Lucia’s expression darkened as she checked Deius’ now empty right hand.
“Ah, Justia.”
Lucia sighs toward the goddess she serves and takes a moment to pray for Deius.
After the prayer was over and he slowly opened his eyes, Deius swallowed his saliva and expressed his gratitude.
“I will take you this way, kinsman of the great Griffin.”
A man who came to meet Eleanor.
Although he is being as polite as possible, his body language and tone of voice show that the man is also of a high rank.
When Eleanor gave a quick glance, Deius stood on Eleanor’s left, as Deia had told her.
On the right was Saint Lucia, and right behind her stood the Sorcerous Judge Tyrn, giving off the majesty of a griffin.
“Spread your shoulders.”
When Deia, who had caught up behind him, paid attention, Deius naturally shrugged his shoulders and looked around.
The hospitality shown by the soldiers of the listed republics evoked a level of grandeur that Deius had never seen before.
“Don’t look around too much.”
“… … .”
Is it impossible to even look at it?
Anyway, Deius ignores the marching song that pierces his ears, the cheering sounds of citizens, and the angled escort of soldiers, and just looks at the hard tile road in front of him.
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The end of a long march.
Big feet and thick thighs come into view. A presence that is flaunted even though it is far away.
Rather, is it because it is a straight road? The pressure he emits hits the entire body without any hindrance.
It was far from speculation.
The person who understood it best was the Sorcerer Judge, Tyrn Ol Bellokus.
As he had personally faced many battles of fighting spirit and death, he could see that the emotions that the Archdemon Magan was emitting from afar were different from those of the warlike ones.
However, instead of Tyrn, who only knows that there is a difference and cannot provide any further answers, Eleanor reveals its identity.
“appetite.”
A primal yet extremely universal desire. The man was feeling the appetite that everyone naturally possesses, called the three greatest desires, as he looked at Deius.
Thinking that it has become a food item, Eleanor frowns but takes a step to the left.
Naturally, he sends Deius behind and receives the greedy gaze pouring at him instead.
“Huh, wow.”
Deius, who was unable to breathe due to the pressure of the Great Devil, managed to catch his breath with Eleanoa’s help.
Still, I had to keep managing my facial expressions, so it was quite an arduous time.
“This is really touching that the princess came in person.”
Magan extends his hand and smiles kindly. It’s such a good impression that someone could say it’s warm if they see it.
Eleanor also responds with a smile as she makes eye contact with him, who has transformed into an overweight guy next door.
“Thank you for providing a space for peace between our two countries.”
“Haha, I’m really happy to be able to jump head first into working for the greater good of the continent!”
Eleanor is followed by Magan, who gives a greeting to the saint while exchanging words.
“The saint who is the sun of the continent. Thanks to this, the continent is so bright.”
“… … “That’s too much praise.”
Lucia could not hide her uneasy feeling because she never imagined that she would have this kind of conversation with the Great Devil.
He hides his energy so neatly that it doesn’t look like he’s a devil at all.
If you hadn’t heard about it in advance, you probably wouldn’t have guessed that he was the Great Devil.
Lucia thought that she was still lacking compared to previous saints.
And next.
Magan approached the memorial service Deius.
Deius feels as if he will be crushed at any moment, perhaps because of his large body and size.
“It’s been a while, too, Monumental Master.”
Magan slowly extends his right hand. Then she taps her own forehead and laughs.
“Oh! “You had no hands!”
“… … .”
“I was inconsiderate. Now, here’s your left hand.”
Magan’s eyes, as he slowly extends his left hand, shine with an eerie glow.
Deius Verdi, whom he had seen, was dead. Are you really the Deius I know or a fake?
Magan was currently testing.
Noticing this, cold sweat runs down Deia’s back and she tensely watches what Deius will do next.
If you smile or shake hands casually, Magan will be convinced that Deius is a fake.
What Deius chose in this short but threatening psychological warfare.
Deep.
It was an act of putting one’s hand in one’s pocket.
Clearly unwilling to shake hands with you. Although it may seem very rude to those around you.
It was not a strange response since Magan had already used his right hand and used insulting language.
“flaw… … .”
Magan licks his lips with his tongue and barely suppresses his appetite.
‘Is it real? ‘You came back alive from that state?’
Magan, with an ambiguous expression, turned around without saying anything, even though he was worried on the inside, and Deius slowly took his hands out of his pockets again without even being able to breathe properly.
“good job.”
As Deia whispered carefully, Deius slowly turned his head.
He looked like he was going to cry at any moment because he was in such a mess.
“Well, I just didn’t want to shake your hand because I was scared.”
“Okay, okay. “I took a step back and caught the pig.”
From Deius’s perspective, the moment he got his hands on it, he just ran away out of fear that he would be eaten at any moment.
Because his facial muscles were stiff due to tension, he was able to maintain his facial expressions well and was able to fool the Great Devil.
Of course, doubts have not completely disappeared yet.
“Ha, there’s a long way to go.”
Knowing that the banquet had just begun, Deia glared at Magan’s back without relaxing.
But on the contrary.
The moment when attention was focused on Deius.
She did not know that Magan’s eyes had reached Deia beyond Deius.
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