Chapter 127 To save or not to save, the answer is obvious...
His eyes hurt, his head hurt, and his brain felt like a jumbled mess. Mainkuen lay on his side in bed, his thoughts a jumbled mess.
[That annoying... Fucarus...]
[If she hadn't told me about the prophecy, none of this would have happened... I would have died easily and happily long ago, just as planned.]
[It's better than this...brother...teacher...]
Ugh.
[Tell me your plan to save the world... so I can feel at ease...]
[Damn...gods.]
"Get up, get up, you can't keep lying there like this—"
…Who is pulling me?
Oh... it's Naxida.
"stand up!"
Pulling with hands, lifting with heads, leaning on shoulders, the little god stood barefoot on the king's bed, trying with all his might to straighten Mainkuen's back.
"You've been lying here for four days! Four days! You're not a plant with roots that can survive by not moving at all. Get up!"
*Smack*
She had barely managed to prop the cat up when Mainkuhn fell back into the pillow, tears soaking the sheets.
[It's alright, Nasita.]
"cough…"
Mainkuen opened his mouth, wanting to offer comfort, but he simply didn't have the strength to speak, so he just murmured it in his heart.
[I was too tired recently, and now I just want to rest a bit more...that's all.]
"Get up, please!"
"..."
The young man remained silent, as still as a dead man, his pupils unfocused as he gazed at the face of a god.
Don't look sad at me, Nasita.
[Even if it's just one, even if it's just one... Please be happy because of me, please be happy because of me.]
*
The wise young goddess, she comes and goes, goes and comes again.
Foolish young god, why do you show mercy to this tyrant who should be an enemy, an invader who should be executed according to the law?
Go, go and strangle him, stab his heart, since his powerless arms can no longer offer any resistance.
"Vana Smarana Sapna! I've brought your favorite child! Be spirited!"
Instead of conspiring with your equally foolish people to try to feed him water.
“Absurd! You actually asked his former enemy to spare his life.”
The shirtless child held a bowl of water, and Seno looked at the god with a complicated expression.
"What's the difference between this and letting wolves guard the sheepfold?"
"An adversary? Do you really think so?"
Nasita never underestimated anyone's intelligence, even if the other person was a child; she would debate with them directly.
"A lion kills a coyote cub, the buds of a tree and a shrub vie for sunlight, true adversaries, their claws and teeth filled with each other's blood, yet when those teeth fall on you, they become a brutal lick."
“Sino, tell me, aside from the scare and confusion, has this notorious tyrant caused you any harm in the slightest?”
Sino: "..."
On the contrary, he was once regarded as a survivor of an experiment that was only regarded as a vessel for the demon god by the higher-ups. After his crushing defeat in the duel, he was regarded as a noble and brave hero, and his reputation surpassed that of Kavi of the Mystic School.
He became serious, holding a bowl of water in one hand and reaching for Mainkuhn's cartoon mask with the other.
“You false king who has never shed the blood of the innocent, I am the echo of Hermanubis in the world, and I will surely settle all sins and weigh all good and evil. And you, tyrant.”
"I've determined that your life is still as precious as gold and worth saving... Wow!"
Before his solemn hand had even fully touched the boy's mask, he had only just approached when he saw the water in the container rapidly turn pitch black, solidify into something that resembled a fish but wasn't, and then leap up and take off, slapping his own big tail right in the face!
"Pah! What is this!?"
[people…]
Mainkun shrank back, his movements slow but resolute, though seemingly incoherent.
[Get away...don't touch...]
"This is what you meant by 'he likes me'!?"
Sino wrung out his wet bangs, staring in disbelief at the black liquid on his hands:
"All I felt was rejection and an unyielding spirit!"
"Ah, well, there's a reason for that..."
Nasita didn't have time to explain Maine's intermittent phobia of people, and just hurriedly urged:
"They forced themselves on him if they wouldn't let him get close! He hasn't eaten or drunk anything for five days!"
"!?"
Human life is at stake! There was no time to think. Seno grabbed the fresh water and stepped onto the bed, continuing to frantically peel off his mask.
"Don't die!...Ah!"
Easily swatted away by the black water, without even bringing the king back to his senses, Seno tossed his white hair and pressed on:
"I refuse to believe I can't save you today! Charge!... Ugh!"
Slap it away.
"Wait, Grass God, don't comfort me, I'll try again... Wow!"
Slap it away.
If force doesn't work, try a gentler approach: "No—what's wrong with just a sip of water? How about I feed you myself? Just give me the time of day...wow!"
Slap it away.
[...]
Mainkuhn felt a growing anxiety and worry coursing through his body.
These emotions, if collected, could barely be transformed into a small amount of seawater.
But I don't want to move.
…
[Let's rest a little longer...]
He slept and woke up, woke up and slept again, feeling neither hungry nor thirsty. Mainkun felt light and airy, and the longer it went on, the less pain he felt.
There seemed to be some kind of noise coming from some unknown human. Mainkun wanted to hide, but didn't want to move, so he just let it be.
Just don't touch the mask my brother gave me.
"Bashuna, how is he?"
"The King of Li's vital signs are steadily declining... I really don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing for Sumeru."
"Dad, is he going to die?"
"Shh...that's why I said I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, Tinari, do you want him to die?"
[…die? ]
No, I won't die, I just need to rest.
[Because there are still so many things to do...]
But if I really die, it'll be something to celebrate for you all, so what's there to argue about?
"die?"
This word still seems somewhat distant to young Tina.
He has a happy family, good health, and few illnesses or misfortunes.
But children surrounded by love are never stingy in giving back their love to the world.
"I hate him, that weird Mr. Nekomata, he's always scaring people, what a weird sense of humor."
"But life is such a precious thing, yet he is suffering because of it, even to the point of wanting to die..."
The child's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. He lowered his tail to the ground, pressed his ears down, and hugged his father's leg.
"I feel so sad just thinking about this. Dad, can you please save him...?"
"But I'm not a doctor, I'm just an ordinary entomologist."
Bashuna was in a dilemma.
“I’m sorry, but you are the only scholar of the biophilosophy I can trust.” Narcida looked at him dejectedly.
"dad…"
The little fox looked at him with teary eyes.
"...For mammals, I only administer nutrient injections."
Bashuna compromised.
In a daze, Mainkun felt his sleeve being pulled up.
"Hiss, what is this?"
A trembling hand caressed the scar, searching for the location of a vein.
After a long while, following a slight spasm, Mainkun heard a human sigh.
"Your new reforms and policies are indeed well done, but your interpersonal skills are really... sigh."
The needle was pulled out of the skin, and the hand boldly moved to the half-demon's head, patting and comforting it.
"Live on."
[……ha. ]
*
Nasida had few people to turn to for help, because there were too many people who wanted to kill the new king. It was incredibly difficult to sift out those who were without malice, like panning for gold in the sand.
But seeing Maine grow weaker day by day in bed, Nasita had no choice but to turn to the last unstable factor.
This person has neither love nor hate for the new king, and lacks both pity and fear. He is as unpredictable and elusive as the clouds in the sky.
"I will not be a vizier."
As soon as Ayrheimer saw Narcida arrive, he stated it directly.
"Having the Eye of God does not prove that I am a suitable candidate. Remove me from the list."
"That's not why I came."
"Oh, how strange."
Al-Hysen flipped through the book nonchalantly, calmly analyzing the situation before the divine.
"Wisdom, physical strength, a certain level of martial prowess, and a firm will—all of these can be seen in the eyes of the Grass God. And among all the candidates, I am an ordinary person with no connection to the sages. Such a high-quality candidate, I never imagined that the gods' personal visit was not to force me to take up the post."
"Oh, you think of me as too domineering."
Nasida shook her head helplessly, somewhat puzzled:
"To become a vizier, to become the king's advisor, is to rise to the top in the current Sumeru. With such power, why are you not tempted? You should know that there are hundreds of people who, even if they are afraid, will compete with you for a single spot."
"Because everything is going well for Sumeru right now, I don't need to pay too much attention to the new king."
"...?"
Naxi Da really didn't know whether to call him arrogant or conceited. Listen to what he said, it was as if the fortunes and misfortunes of Mount Sumeru were all in his hands.
However, even such a confident scholar made some mistakes in his calculations, and Nasita regretfully informed the other party.
"The trend of Xumi may be in trouble."
Elhesen didn't care at all:
"As long as the King of Li is still here, there's no problem."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something, and abruptly turned his head to look at the god!
"What happened to the Prince of Li?"
*
Why.
Even someone as composed as Elhesen was taken aback.
Who is this?
He pointed to the cat-eared boy who was dying on the bed.
Nasida: "It's the person you're thinking of."
...
I live a peaceful life, experiencing both life and death.
He strode forward, braced himself on the bed with both hands, and leaned down to examine his unfocused vertical pupils and the tear stains still wet at the corners of his eyes.
“She can’t eat anything, and she doesn’t respond when I talk to her. It’s been more than twenty days…” Naxi Da said with a worried expression.
“His outward personality shouldn’t exhibit such a degree of self-destruction; this is not the behavior of a tyrannical king.”
"I assure you, there is only one person in Sumeru with such an unusual appearance."
Tsk, the data wasn't collected completely.
Taking off his gloves and carefully feeling Maine's pulse, Al-Hysen noticed that his muscles were twitching involuntarily, but he did not continue to struggle, whether for psychological or physical reasons.
Weak and listless, he bore no resemblance whatsoever to the domineering tyrant of his memory, so it was no wonder that Elhesen believed the two were not the same person.
"...Give me twenty times my salary."
Nasita didn't react: "What? Wait, what are you doing?"
He spread out the soft blanket, wrapped the tyrant whole in it, ignored his slight resistance, picked him up and left, and calmly met the gaze of the god.
"Give me twenty times the Vizier's salary, and the national treasury can handle it."
"Stop! I asked you to help me, not to kidnap me!"
"No matter how many ways you've tried to save him in these past twenty days, stop. It's all in vain. He's definitely going to die if this continues."
Showing no respect to the gods, El carried Mainkun away with decisive and steady steps, and upon closer inspection, even a hint of urgency.
"And I will restore you to a normal king within seven days."
And, my peaceful life.
.
I hope Kavi kept my notebook.
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