Chapter 95 Killing a Great Sage, Beasts Can Be Used as Wisdom…
Mainkuhn once thought that no one except criminals hated lynxes.
After all, he had failed several times when he tried to provoke negative emotions against himself in the crowd.
Emotions are like fog, easily dissipated. If you don't absorb and store them in your body when they are produced, then Maine's hatred will have been in vain.
[Therefore, the ideal situation is to shroud the entire nation in fear, making them hate and dread me day and night. In this way, no matter what form I take, when I go, or where I am, I can efficiently reap abundant rewards.]
Unfortunately, something went wrong, and Mainkun tried for several days.
The lynx's reputation among the public is actually getting better day by day.
[。]
[Why?! I was hitting really hard, please be scared of me, sob sob!]
May cried out and buried her head in her brother's palm, rubbing it frantically.
"Oh my god, you're such a cat."
Leosley accepted it all without batting an eye, stroking the cat's back with the composure of an ordinary cat owner.
Would you be happier if I petted you, Maine?
"Mmm..."
[Happy, brother, I'd be even happier if you could live...]
[What should I do, brother? So few people hate me, but I don't want to hurt innocent people. And the ordinary people who hate me the most are actually—]
"Lynxes are so annoying!"
Officer Meilushin, bouncing around, said:
"I've been keeping a close watch on this smuggler for half a month, and just as I was about to close the net, it intercepted me and crippled me—and now it's in the intensive care unit talking nonsense! The credit? All the credit goes to that bastard beast. At this rate, when will I ever become Mr. Villette's right-hand man?!"
"Lynxes are really annoying."
The court's human staff nodded wearily.
“Mental health assessments, injury assessments, applications for special care, coordination of medical resources… our legal work in the lynx tribunal has tripled again… Please, could you please set up a lynx aftercare department? It would create some jobs for the community.”
[Now, besides criminals, the people who hate me the most are actually these employees of the Mo Mang Palace!]
Mainkuhn was on the verge of tears:
[And the reason I'm disliked is weird, and the emotional support I receive is so weak, sob sob, brother, I'm so sad.]
He sincerely wanted to be a sinister villain, a vigilante, a hated outlaw, but now he's become an off-duty killer.
"Wow, that's impressive. This one's called a lynx. Looks like Petersburg will have to buy a lot more beds."
Even his brother frowned as he touched him.
"With more prisoners, our food, clothing, and daily routines all need to be readjusted. It looks like I'll have to work overtime too."
I'm sorry, brother...
"Don't underestimate the lynx! We can't place our hopes for justice on a serial killer!"
Finally, one of the special patrol team members couldn't stand it anymore and slammed his fist on the table.
[!]
Mainkun pricked up his ears and perked up:
[Finally, someone's going to yell at me!?]
“He only targets bad guys now. What if he gets addicted to the thrill of controlling lives and goes on a killing spree one day? We must catch him as soon as possible, and then…”
Mainkun looked at him expectantly, relaxing his muscles to prepare to absorb the negative emotions:
[And then what? Skin me alive, torture me, execute me, and then try to sentence me to death? Come on, all of you!]
"Then educate them! Detain them! Incorporate them into the organization to atone for their crimes! These young talents should shine in the Special Patrol Team!"
[...?]
"Maine? Maine? Why are you suddenly so listless?"
Even Leosley's caresses couldn't save him now, and Mainkun collapsed completely amidst a chorus of gossip.
"Hey, friends from the special patrol team, I heard the lynx is still a minor, is that true?"
"No comment!"
"Who did he kill? When can you release a comprehensive report?"
"Huh? You think you're reading a novel?"
"Tch, so be it. Steambird has already partnered with the Rose Society, it'll be exposed sooner or later anyway..."
"Meow!" the cat cried out angrily.
[A bunch of idiots! They can't even cooperate when they're about to die!]
"Yay, it's me!"
While at work, you might not recognize the doorman or the receptionist, Melousin, but you'd never fail to recognize the company's only cat, who would greet Maine together in perfect unison.
"Isn't that Cat God? Be good, don't meow."
"Don't disturb everyone's work, here's some jerky for you~"
"Where is Your Highness taking him?"
"Oh, you all know each other very well."
Leosley laughed, concealing the truth.
"It was just a routine check-up at the hospital, since employee benefits at Mo Mang Palace include two physical examinations a year."
"I see."
Melusin tacitly agreed with the Duke's words.
"Should I say something when my friend goes to the hospital...?"
She suddenly stood on tiptoe, stretched out her fingerless tentacles, and patted the cat's slightly drooping head like a human.
"Then may the gods bless you with health, strength, and carefree life."
[...]
I don't need to be healthy, I don't need to be strong, I don't need to be carefree.
All I need is for you to hate me.
"It definitely will."
Leosley chuckled, picked up his paw, and shook it up and down at Melusin.
"Main will certainly live up to your trust."
*
The veterinarian couldn't find anything wrong with the patient.
Faced with his cat's inexplicable shedding and weight loss, he could only prescribe pheromone sprays and nutritional supplements.
"It might be an androgen imbalance, which can be improved by sterilization. Why don't you give it a try? We can arrange the surgery now."
"No, no, no, that's really not necessary."
Leosley repeatedly refused, while secretly pondering:
'Will I be kicked out if I take Maine to a human hospital? Maybe I should go find Siegwen instead.'
Thinking of this, he picked up the medicine, turned around, and wanted to leave with the cat.
"Maine, let's go..."
But upon closer inspection, the silver-gray figure was nowhere to be seen on the table.
The cat had already run off, looking impatient.
If it weren't to put his brother's mind at ease, he would never have wasted his precious time on a medical check-up.
"Walking so fast? Is something urgent?"
Leosley, who knew nothing about it, could only shake his head regretfully.
"Well, the seven-day period is almost up, and we'll meet again soon."
At the same time, I look forward to our next reunion.
*
The half-demon injected himself with a potion and returned to the Hearth House.
“Mainkuhn, based on the clues I have gathered so far and the seawater of the fetus, I cannot verify the truth of the prophecy at all. And for some reason, you forbid me from questioning the water god.”
Arecino gets straight to the point:
"I will not offer any support for your plan. Give up."
“.
Mainkun turned and left. The drug made him feel less sad, and he calmly moved on to the next step.
He found Rouge, who was still recuperating in the hospital, and demanded that he have someone to bully.
"What...what are you going to do? I won't give you any more names!"
But the other party became inexplicably persistent, refusing to let go even when its sharp claws sliced into its artery.
"boring."
Mainkuhn lowered his claws and turned to leave.
"etc!"
Ruge seemed to understand something from his actions, and he shakily got out of bed and grabbed the hem of his clothes.
"Actually, you are the lynx, you are Little En, you are Mainkuen, aren't you? You didn't kill them and replace them, you are him..."
"Be grateful for my peace."
Mainkun recalled the shock and panic he felt when his real name was revealed, but now all he wanted to do was scoff expressionlessly:
"You almost returned to the earth's veins because of your tongue."
"Ah...it really is you...how did you become such a pathetic sight?"
Luger's face paled even more.
"This cold, heartless, cruel look... Don't you want to cry anymore? Aren't you afraid? Where is your gentleness and kindness? Do you still have any feelings?"
“.
Tigers do not falter because of human weakness, nor do they disregard any human expectations.
"Isn't this a good thing?"
The half-demon slapped his hand away, and in his haste, he trampled the soft "I'm sorry" under his foot.
"Perhaps I shouldn't have placed such a heavy burden on your shoulders..."
Mainkuhn returned home.
It wasn't for rest, but to exploit his prisoners.
As he entered the deepest part of the safe house, he saw the door wide open, with all eighteen locks unlocked.
"Uncle Carres, Uncle Carres!"
It was Linni, clinging to the leader of the Rose Society and acting coquettishly:
"Tell me again, how did the one-eyed general use his wisdom to unify the Dark Empire?"
"I...I'd rather hear the story of the blonde princess's ocean adventures."
“I’m willing to listen as long as there’s dessert to go with it.” Lynette popped a cookie into her mouth.
"Alright, alright, kids."
Carles reclined in his chair, seemingly enjoying being surrounded by children; his serious expression softened and relaxed.
"I'm tired of talking. According to the principle of equivalent exchange, it's your turn to tell your own stories, such as your family, home, guardians, etc.!"
His one eye caught sight of Mainkuhn at the doorway.
"...Mr. En, your homecoming times are completely irregular."
Mainkun ignored him and simply walked among his father and children: "What's going on?"
When Kares saw his expressionless eyes, his heart tightened, as if he were being scrutinized by some wild beast in the jungle, and his expression tensed up again.
He's having another episode? Which of his states is normal?
"The record player was broken, so I asked the kids to fix it."
"Yes, Brother En."
Fimini was surprised that Mainkuhn could speak like a normal person again, and upon hearing this, he quickly raised his little wrench:
"Because during dinner, Brother Linni asked you if Mr. Carles was a good person, and you nodded, so I..."
So, breaking through eighteen locks to help good people is something Femini is capable of doing.
"Uh, are you angry, Mr. Um?"
Linni was scared again; he was probably thinking about all sorts of random things again.
"..."
Lynette watched quietly as her brother and adoptive parents interacted.
"No, it's nap time."
He casually shooed the children away, then grabbed the armrest and lifted them up, chair and all.
Kares quickly steadied himself, cold sweat pouring down his back.
"Hey! Wait, I didn't tell them anything!"
"It doesn't matter."
He knocked Carles unconscious, took him to the black doctor for a second check-up, and after confirming that his condition was steadily improving, he picked him up and jumped onto the roof of the Rose Society.
"Dad!"
"boss!"
Emotions surged through him. Mainkun shook the hostages who were slowly waking up in his arms. Looking at their angry faces, he was finally somewhat satisfied and provoked them:
"The Rose Society is nothing special..."
"Dad!"
Before he could say anything, he saw Navia suddenly burst into tears:
"You've gained so much weight in just a few days!"
Kares, who had just woken up: "..."
Is this what you should say to your kidnapped father?
"Really?!"
Silver was also swayed and took out his binoculars to observe more closely:
"Your complexion has improved a lot!"
"Really? Let me see—"
"..."
Mainkuen, carrying the man, calmly watched the members of the Rose Society frantically grabbing the binoculars underground.
It's normal for Carles to be so energetic, given that he has no work pressure, eats and drinks well, doesn't exercise, and has no illnesses that drain his energy.
It's really strange that Fatty was in the kidnappers' house, and it's even stranger that he was pointed out.
Thank goodness for the medicine, it prevented Maine from going completely mad.
"Holy crap, it's true, Boss Carres looks much more energetic!"
"Dad! He's so poor he doesn't even have a decent set of clothes, yet the food at home is actually pretty good?"
Kares: "...It's actually not bad."
“.
Even here, I can't get any negative emotions! Even here, I can't get any negative emotions! ...If Mainkuhn hadn't been injected with the medication, he would definitely have been anxious and broken down like this, but fortunately, he is calm now, just feeling a little speechless.
Let's just throw this freeloader away; he's no longer of any use anyway.
"what are you up to?"
As he thought this, Cares suddenly and keenly grabbed his gradually loosening arm:
"You think you can run away?"
"Run? You're dreaming."
Mainkun tried to shake off his hand, but after a few attempts, he couldn't. So he simply touched his chest with his sharp claws.
"I'm just suppressing an impulse."
"An impulse to dig your claws into your chest, rip out your heart, and throw it at your daughter and subordinates."
"That's great..."
The boy's voice was soft, drawn out, and captivating.
"Their faces will definitely contort into a very nice way."
He waited for Cares to release his grip in horror.
But no.
"Then take it out."
Kares' calloused hands gripped the half-demon's claws tightly, pressing them down even harder on his own beating heart.
"Go ahead and take it, you bluffing brat."
A deep rage blazed in his single eye.
"What? You're scared now?"
Life, warm and powerful, pulsates between the claws of death.
"Or is it that your cold demeanor and those harsh words you spout are just a... pathetic disguise you've put on? Coward!"
"..."
Regardless of anything else, Mainkuhn simply loved that rage.
So he put Carles back in the cage.
Unfortunately, that anger was too weak to save the world.
With nowhere to turn, after a brief moment of thought, Mainkuen took the potion, walked on water, and headed straight for the Kingdom of Sumeru.
He asked to see the wise god of grass to inquire about the right way to save the world.
It's just asking a question, how long could it take? For Mainkuhn, this was supposed to be a short and devout audience.
"That beast-eyed bastard killed the Great Sage!!"
Mainkuhn didn't know why things had turned out this way.
"..."
An uncontrolled outburst of demonic power.
The Grass Goddess probably won't pay attention to those who killed her people; perhaps she should head back home.
But the overwhelming emotions were simply irresistible to the cat.
After kicking the old man's body off the throne, Mainkuen crossed one leg, his posture as casual as if he were sitting on a farmer's doorstep.
There was no thrill of conquest, no desire for power in those golden pupils, only a cold, almost indifferent scrutiny.
"Your leader is dead."
He addressed the scholars who were gripped by immense panic and chaos.
"From this day forward, I am the King of Mount Sumeru."
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