Chapter 109 The Knife Cries the Grass God, Calling Seno the Darling...
"Pervert! Pervert! Utterly perverted!!!"
[It's just taking off a shirt, why are you so upset? You were so smug before.]
Looking at the blushing, dark face of the human child, Mainkuen remained calm and unmoved; the potion made it difficult for him to feel any guilt.
"That's all for you. Go back to class."
The young king completely ignored the clear teardrops at the corners of Seno's eyes.
"Huh? You bastard! You humiliated me and now you want to pretend nothing happened?!"
"Well,"
Narcida realizes she has messed up and panics, desperately trying to mend Seno's wounded heart.
"Um, have you forgotten? The entire Academy is closed because of you..."
"It's been several days already, and you're still giving us a holiday? All students need to come back and attend classes normally tomorrow."
With a single word from Mainkun, the students' rare and delightful holiday, free from homework and the need for make-up days, was abruptly ended.
"...That's not the point..."
Nasita had already foreseen the scene of utter devastation that the Church would witness the next day.
“What I mean is, you can’t just brush him off like that; you should at least try to appease him, Wana…”
"Alright."
Mainkun glanced at the blush spreading from Seno's ears all the way down his neck and had to admit that Nasita was right; the brat looked furious.
Children should be treated well.
...Children who have suffered should feel this way even more.
"What do you want to do—get away from me!"
He gently pinched the white-haired child under the armpit with his paw, lifted him into the air and shook him up and down.
"My dear, my little Seno is the best baby."
Seno, struggling: "..."
? ? ?
Time seemed to stand still, with only the emotionless cries of "baby" echoing in my ears.
When Mainkun saw that he suddenly stopped responding and his face turned ashen, he lowered his head and asked Nasita below in a dull tone.
"Will this work?"
"I don't know. In my dreams, I always comforted children who were younger than him. Don't you have similar experiences?"
"No, but I've always hoped someone would do that to me just once."
"Oh, what a pity, I can't lift you up right now..."
Seno in mid-air: "..."
"You two, what on earth is going on?!"
What a bizarre conversation! What bizarre actions! Everything is so strange! It's detached from humanity, incomprehensible!
He, Seno, the inheritor of the power of Hermanubis! A dangerous individual under the watchful eyes of the higher echelons of the Church! He had just endured a crushing defeat in battle and a humiliating examination! And now! He was being lifted up by this perverted tyrant! Like a newly weaned infant! And called a good baby!!
Heh...heh...
"?"
Mainkuhn bent his arm and held the child up to his eyes to observe him.
"Ah, Nasita, look at his face, it's so purple! Go get a doctor..."
"Put me down!!"
Just then, a deafening roar exploded before their eyes. Mainkun watched as the Son of Man, radiating intense emotion, suddenly leaned back violently, bending his body into the tightest bow in his claws—Bang!
"Wow!"
Nasita covered her forehead in shock.
"What a resounding headbutt!"
"..."
The tyrant released his grip, and Seno landed on the ground as he had hoped. He immediately picked up the gun and fled in a panic.
"Stop."
Only a fool would listen to that.
“Gülüsh”.
Sino turned around abruptly and went back.
"you!"
He wasn't too surprised to see that the tyrant's expression remained unchanged, without even a red mark on his head. All the attacks were like duckweed trying to shake a tree, leaving not a ripple in his vertical pupils.
"...There should be a limit to how much I can play around with you."
With reason returning, Seno realized that, at present, it seemed that he could only leave behind this kind of ineffective warning.
Then they helplessly await death and punishment.
"I need to become stronger; I need to have more power."
He glared angrily at the young king on the steps.
"Then we will repay the humiliation we suffered today a hundredfold!"
"...provided I can survive."
Seno realized that he was acting somewhat impulsively.
"You shouldn't attack him; it's not only useless, but it also easily angers him."
He watched warily as the tyrant extended his tiger-like claws, awaiting his first command after the attack.
"you go."
The tyrant pointed to the untouched, luxurious breakfast sitting next to the cutting board.
"Pack it up and take it home."
...
ah?
Is this reaction correct?
Calm down, Sino. This might be a test. Handle it carefully.
"I've already had breakfast."
He responded cautiously.
"Then take it back for lunch."
The young king spoke calmly, and his threats were delivered gently.
"If you dare waste it, I'll cut off your head."
"..."
Seno stood there suspiciously watching him for a long time before finally stepping forward at Nasita's gentle call.
"Don't worry, it's safe and non-toxic. It would be a waste if no one ate it."
Instead of being hit, Seno was thrown a candy, leaving him somewhat bewildered. He could only accept the tyrant's gift with a puzzled expression.
"I don't understand what you're doing, who exactly are you..."
He always asked questions when he was confused; he was a studious child.
"roll."
Unfortunately, Mainkuhn never had the desire to become a teacher.
"If you're not leaving now, then don't bother leaving at all."
"..."
The child arrived with boundless courage and left with a heart full of questions.
The moment he stepped out of the palace, Nasita immediately looked up, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at the young king.
"I can tell!"
"You really, really, really like this child, don't you!"
"Stop talking, you perverted god."
Nasita noticed that the other party didn't even dare to refute her, so she quickly pointed to the frame and quietly used her mind-reading ability.
"You'll intimidate anyone without hesitation, but you softened when it came to Seno, and even almost revealed your true nature at the end. Why? Tell me!"
"Want to be thrown again, Nasita?"
The answer is simple.
Wow.
Finally, I can get to know him a little better!
Even the gods could not hide their excitement, and Naxida concentrated intently on casting her spells.
[because…]
[Because of a child who, after undergoing human experimentation, still had the strength to walk, run, and even injure me—]
[Ah, such a child, he doesn't need to do anything, just being alive... Seeing his face makes me so happy I want to go crazy, I cry tears of joy.]
...
Huh?
[Achiin, Rumi, Jiro...]
[Have you, too, quietly continued to live a healthy and free life, just like him?]
Nasita's hands began to tremble involuntarily, and an extreme coldness spread from her fingertips, freezing her heart.
Her innate wisdom made it impossible for her not to understand the metaphor in those few words. She felt as if she were reaching into the darkness and pulling out a poisonous scorpion, with many more hidden in the sand, waiting to sting her.
"Hmph~"
The boy on the throne unconsciously began to hum a song; this was the first time Nasita had ever seen him so happy.
"We should really eat something to celebrate."
He was so happy that he didn't even notice when Nasita placed her hand on his forehead.
"What are you sad about, God? Today is a joyous day; you should be happy."
"..."
Nasita reached out and personally brushed away the illusion that had covered her and decorated her with flowers.
Blood dripped down, staining her fingertips.
“Behold, God.”
He uttered sarcastic words, but the end of his voice betrayed a hint of laughter.
"Your people are quite strong."
*
Mainkuhn couldn't understand what Nasita was sad about; her teary-eyed, half-crying look was heartbreaking.
"Don't you have any other forms besides children?"
"Waaah!"
"Okay, I won't ask anymore."
Mainkuhn thought he had touched a sore spot on this unloved god, and admired the other's kindness, for even in his distress he still had to re-bandage his wounds.
"In my opinion, anyone who doesn't believe in you is a fool. Once I smash their stupid heads, you'll grow up quickly."
"Waaaaah!!"
Ugh, this makes me even sadder.
"You need to be appeased too?"
Oh no, it's gone.
Well, with nothing to do and Nasita not around, I might as well scare her people.
"Aaaaaah! Retreat! Retreat! Academics suspended! Stop researching! Is delaying graduation more terrifying than Wang?!"
"...Do we really have to choose the worst of the worst?"
In short, the Order of the Fathers once again faced the King's terrifying reign.
Meanwhile, in a corner of the sacred tree, Seno hurriedly ran towards home.
"teacher!"
"Sino! You're back!"
Güleshben was speaking seriously to a young man, but when he saw him arrive, he picked him up and stroked his hair with uncontrollable joy.
Sino was overjoyed. How could he not be? He had been prepared to die, but he never expected to return safely.
"Teacher! I want to tell you..."
Despite his joy, he hadn't forgotten his confusion about the king and wanted to confide in the trusted elder for answers.
"We'll talk about it later!"
Gülesh ripped off his shirt.
"..."
Wait! This reaction isn't right! How could you—
"What's wrong with me? My behavior is perfectly normal!"
Gülesh pinched every inch of his muscles with righteous indignation.
"It's just checking if you're injured, what are you being shy about!"
That makes sense, but Sino is young and easily embarrassed, so he has to be determined to overcome this weakness.
"Starting tomorrow, I'm not going to wear a shirt anymore, so someone won't keep pulling it down... Teacher, don't pull down my pants! I'm really not hurt!"
"Who are you trying to fool, kid!"
Güleche insisted on digging:
"There's still blood in your hair and you're telling me you're not injured? If you're not injured, whose blood is it?! The tyrant's blood?"
Huh?
Seno reached out and groped through his white hair in a daze, and sure enough, he felt a little red foam with his fingertips.
"But I'm really not hurt, oh teacher!"
His face flushed red as he clutched his belt:
"How can I overcome this weakness? I can't keep going out in public without pants..."
"Please rest assured, Mr. Güleche."
Amidst intense shame, he heard a calm voice, like the sun breaking through the clouds, its emotionless tone bearing a striking resemblance to that of the tyrant.
"Based on the distribution pattern of the bloodstains and the angle of the splashes, it can be inferred that it was not Seno's blood."
"!"
As if infected by his calmness, Gülech immediately re-examined the bloodstains.
"That's true."
"I've already told you everything."
Seno let out a long sigh, pulled up his pants as if he had escaped a disaster, and thanked the boy who had given him the advice.
"Thank you... Who are you? I saw you talking to the teacher just now?"
“I am Elhesen, an ordinary student.”
Al-Hysen kept his pen in hand, writing fluently on the much thicker notebook, without sparing him even a glance.
"Thank you is too formal. If you are truly grateful to me, tell me about your experience today and the 'royal meal' in your hand."
"How did you know it was food? I wrapped it very well."
"With such mediocre reasoning, Seno."
Sino was surprised to find that the other party was also self-righteous when he was being perfunctory, as if he was not afraid of cold words or rejection.
"Let's get to the point quickly."
Hmm.
Is this arrogance due to genuine ability or simply low emotional intelligence?
Hmm...
"It is possible, but this is information I obtained at the cost of my life and my own, not something that can be obtained with just a word of help."
“.
Elhesen finally looked at him properly.
"What should you do?"
"Equivalent exchange!"
High-ranking officials are not easily fooled, even from a young age.
"I want to see what you've written in this thick notebook!"
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