I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God Chapter 504

Episode 504

I’m the type of person who doesn’t dream much.

In the first place, they say that dreams are a symptom that occurs when you don’t get enough quality sleep, but I’m the type of person who basically spends the day without regrets and fulfillingly before falling into a deep sleep, so I rarely have the opportunity to dream.

Is that why?

When I dream, I quickly realize that I am dreaming. This must be called a lucid dream.

The reason I became aware of this dream is simple.

Because an absurd sight was unfolding before my eyes.

It was something that could only happen in a dream, two men standing in a gray space that was almost nothing.

On one side was Delak Badniker, the Iron-Blooded One, who seemed like he hadn’t seen them in a long time, and surprisingly, standing opposite him as if facing him was the Ambassador.

These two seemed to be having some kind of conversation, but their voices were completely inaudible, as if an invisible sound barrier had been erected.

The somewhat cynical-looking Iron Blood and the expressionless-faced Ambassador continued their silent conversation for a while.

Judging from their expressions and moods, it seemed like some kind of argument had broken out.

‘What on earth are you talking about?’

As I was glaring at the two with my eyes half-opened, the older brother’s voice suddenly rang in my ears.

– Some things never go away, and they can never be undone. It doesn’t mean that you can forget them.

– What does that mean?

– Try it yourself.

As Delak’s expression hardened, I felt as if the ambassador’s gaze had suddenly turned to me.

‘What did you do?’

I looked at Delak, who had suddenly stopped moving, and asked, but no sound came out of my throat.

The ambassador said as he watched me gaping like a goldfish.

– … You don’t have to struggle. This is my karma.

If it was the same line in my memory, I would have said it exactly as it was, but strangely, I felt like I was going to lose my composure the moment I heard it.

Perhaps it was because the hidden message in that remark bothered him.

Actually, I’ve been like that since long ago.

Whenever someone declared that they would unilaterally protect me, I felt rebellious instead of relieved.

This was no exception even for Baek No-kwang, whom I respect, or even for Ambassador Dae-sa, whom I respect just as much.

‘I can do my own work.’

The ambassador slowly nodded his head.

I couldn’t tell if he was rejecting me despite understanding my intentions, or if he was rejecting the conversation itself.

‘What are you thinking, Ambassador? Do you think that by becoming the Demon King and joining hands with Mu-saek, you can really destroy Behemoth? And as for the Master… … .’

I stopped talking.

Come to think of it, I was shouting, having forgotten that I was dreaming.

In the meantime, the ambassador, who was looking straight at Delak again, muttered something, but I couldn’t hear him clearly.

However, it seemed as if words like ‘ilro’ and ‘obstruction’ were faintly heard.

As I frowned, the two figures disappeared as if they were melting into water.

I thought I was waking up from my dream, but then a being appeared in front of me again.

Edonis, the king of incompetence.

The king opened his mouth as he looked at me, who looked half human and half mixed.

– The colorless one has already shared the secret with Yeowa. The reason he was able to kill Green Tongue was because of his cooperation from the beginning.

What are you talking about?

Why is the ambassador shaking hands with a kid like you?

– There are two possibilities. First, they needed to prove that they could really kill the Demon King, and second, they thought that since she was once human, they would be able to communicate with her.

… … .

– Can’t you believe it? Is there a gap between the colorless image in your memory and the image in your mind? But everything that exists is subject to change. Didn’t you propose an alliance to me too? Such ruthlessness, unexpectedness, and a tendency to use any means necessary cannot be your exclusive property.

This kid’s tongue was smooth even in his dreams. Maybe it’s because he’s the guy who stole the Tangtata’s seat.

The awakened king said with a faint smile.

– … It seems that this bet is your victory. This is certainly not an achievement that you accomplished alone, but fortune and human luck are also means to prove life.

what?

– I will consider reuniting with you, but I will not wait for you. Keep this in mind… … . If you do not show that you have grown in our next meeting, I will treat you as the Demon King of Purple Gestures, not the King of Awakening… … .

* * *

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I had had a shitty dream.

It felt like someone had opened my head, fiddled around with it, and then filled the empty space with lead?

Maybe because my head was a mess, the description was also a mess.

In fact, most naps are like this.

There are times when you feel like your condition is worse than before you went to bed.

I got up from my seat, scratching my matted hair from not drying the rainwater properly, when I heard a knock on the door.

The moment I got up from my seat and opened the door, an unexpected person appeared.

“What? Is there something you want to do?”

“… … .”

Domenico looked at me without saying anything, then shoved his large body into the room.

His sharp and uncluttered face looked strangely tired today.

Didn’t this guy get any sleep either? He had to take turns standing guard, so that might be possible.

I said, yawning.

“Is it really my turn this time? Half of my face is gone. If you’re tired, you should get some shut-eye inside. Hey, I warmed up the bedding… .”

“Verita will come.”

“… … .”

I was speechless, as if I had been taken by surprise. Only then did I realize that my reaction was a mistake.

Maybe it was because I woke up and wasn’t in my right mind, but I was so embarrassed that I revealed it so openly.

The most appropriate response at that moment would have been, “Verita? Who is that?”

Of course, there is no such thing as a back drum to take out now.

While I was thinking about my next move, Domenico shook his head and said.

“Don’t worry. I am not your enemy. You must have heard from her. About the colorless believers who exist in very small numbers… .”

“Does that mean you are a colorless believer?”

“exactly.”

“… … .”

There is no particular need to check the surroundings.

There is no way this careful man would have said something like that without checking.

I nodded and said.

“Yes. Now I understand why you were giving me those cursory glances. You were comparing my impression with what Verita had told you about my appearance, weren’t you?”

“Yes. Please understand that I couldn’t reveal my identity right away. It’s been two years since you disappeared, and most people thought you were dead. Your appearance matched the description, but I couldn’t feel the passage of time, as if time had passed. I heard that Badnikker inherited the blood of a black elf, so maybe that’s why he grew up so slowly?”

“That could be the case.”

In fact, the characteristic of Badnikkers is that they age slowly, but they don’t grow particularly slowly.

I left it as a delusion because to explain this I would have to say that the flow of time had gone to a different world.

“Anyway, it was a matter that required my caution as well.”

“Well, I guess so. Not only mine, but Setitus’s plans also had to be checked.”

“Yeah, so… um.”

Domenico, who seemed to still have something to say, sighed and said.

“… I wish you would have spoken nicely to Verita.”

“huh?”

“You might take out your anger on me after seeing how you look. Asking me why I could only help you this much.”

“aha.”

The moment I thought of Verita’s destructive and impulsive nature, I couldn’t help but feel a shiver of agreement.

“Does this happen often to your colleagues as well?”

“Among the colorless believers, there was a shark-man.”

“… … ?”

“Two years ago, when you first went missing, the priest was the one who claimed to be dead. Verita got into an argument with him and crushed the man’s head with a hammer. In the presence of other believers, and even the princess herself.”

“Oh my god.”

“Of course, that friend was lucky and didn’t die… … Anyway, you’re probably the only one in the world who can control her right now. Even Her Highness the Princess only has a small amount of control over Verita.”

“If you hold the reins, you can control it somehow, right?”

“That would be the case if the horse I was riding wasn’t crazy.”

“… … .”

It’s hard to refute.

Looking at Domenico, who knows a lot about Verita, I first ruled out the possibility that this guy had lied about his identity.

“So when is Verita coming?”

“3.”

“3? Three days later?”

“2, 1… … .”

The moment my expression hardened, there was another knock on the door.

“… … .”

“… … .”

Krrrr… … !

Even as the rain was still falling, thunder struck with strangely exquisite timing.

Domenico and I looked at each other and said.

“What is this atmosphere?”

“That’s right.”

“Shouldn’t I open the door?”

“Of course you should. By the way, I think it would be better for you to open it.”

“Why?”

“I explained it sufficiently earlier.”

“… … .”

It was a strangely persuasive statement.

I rolled my tongue around in my mouth a few times, walked towards the door, and opened it with my eyes tightly shut.

“Brother! Hello.”

And immediately after seeing Verita’s revealed appearance, I instinctively closed the door.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Why did you close it?”

“He was covered in blood. There were pieces of flesh stuck all over his body. It felt like he had just gone for a swim at Naejanghae Beach.”

“Oh my god.”

“Should I open it again?”

“Of course. I can’t let anyone else see me like that, right?”

I sighed and opened the door again.

And then he greeted Verita, who was still smiling brightly.

“good morning!”

It must have been morning.

It rained all day and I slept so hard that I had no concept of time, so I didn’t notice.

“Brother, are you okay? You don’t look well. Are you hurt anywhere? Did I disturb your sleep?”

“It’s okay if you wake up before I come.”

“I see. But why are you using formal language…?”

“Yeah. Anyway, it’s been a while. Have you been well? You look happy.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. You look very healthy with all that energy flowing through you.”

In addition, the blood flowed more than the spirit.

To add a little more, it wasn’t just spinning, it was painted on the face.

Anyway, Verita nodded with a moved face, perhaps interpreting my words positively.

“Thank you! But, brother, are you okay?”

“I wasn’t there… … By the way, what is that blood?”

“Ah. Excuse me. I was in a hurry… … .”

Verita wiped her face with a handkerchief she hastily took out of her bosom, and I also picked off a few pieces of flesh stuck in her hair.

Verita cleared her throat and said, smoothing out the veil she was wearing.

“Brother, this city seems to be already swarming with evil pagans. I slaughtered a few demons and pagans on my way here, but there are still many hiding.”

“oh…….”

Come to think of it, the best person who could easily resolve the current situation was Verita.

If Verita can detect musical instruments, she will be able to identify not only the demons hiding in the darkness of the city, but also the citizens of Setitus.

If we use it well, it seems like we can turn this hopeless situation around… … .

dripping.

At that moment, there was a knock again.

Who will it be this time?

The first believer was colorless, and the second believer was also colorless, so it was time for another believer to appear.

A believer I don’t know.

The moment I opened the door with that thought in mind, I felt somewhat dispirited.

This is because the one who appeared this time was Arts Badniker.

Arts asked with a crooked face.

“What? You’re awake. How are you? Did I wake you up? The situation isn’t good enough to sleep comfortably, so there’s nothing I can do.”

“Why? Did the situation change suddenly again?”

“No, it’s not that. I have something to decide for you.”

“What’s going on?”

“Those orphans are back. The lowlifes who tried to poison you.”

“ah.”

I’m talking about the vendetta group.

Arts said with his arms crossed.

“You said you would take care of it then, right? Now that the situation has stabilized relatively, I think it’s time to decide on punishment.”

“Um… … . I guess so.”

I nodded as well, because I had something in mind.

At that moment, Verita, who had been listening to the conversation, tilted her head and muttered.

“…Who poisoned whom?”

ah.