Chapter 99 Nasita tries cooking at home three times…
"Hahaha! This is so awesome!"
Kavi jumped and ran away.
He might go to the Palace of Wisdom to look through some books, he might go to the College of Religion to recruit some people, or he might go home to pack his bags.
The only thing that is certain is that he has completely forgotten his original intention.
Mainkuhn, who had been half-criticized, was left looking at the scholars in bewilderment.
[...]
[Help! They're all staring at me! I have to... think of something...]
Nasita sensed another beep from the void, and an announcement popped up.
Hazard: Get out of here!
Familiar name of the publisher, rude instructions, unfamiliar commands.
"Hazard..."
The scholars' faces turned deathly pale.
The assassin who killed the leader was issuing announcements and orders at will using the deceased's name. The Sumeru people didn't know what people in other countries would think; they only felt that this was too sinister and terrifying, as if a wild beast was slapping their faces with bloody claws, repeatedly reminding them that they were ruled by some terrible monster!
"ah!"
Nasita watched silently as her people screamed in agony and fled in disarray.
[ah! ]
Nasita watched silently as the boy shuddered, his ears prickling with fear.
"..."
It's so strange; everything that happened today has left the young god bewildered.
What allows a person to be both as flamboyant as a cactus and as reserved as a sand pupae?
However, the second attempt also yielded good results.
Perhaps we don't need to worry so much about alerting the enemy.
“…Nasita?”
Mainkun calmed down and found Nasita holding her fingers in a square, looking inside like a mischievous child.
"Sorry, I ruined your place."
[It's all because the appearance of the god of wisdom is too deceptive. After all, the thought of linking children and imprisonment makes me want to go crazy and smash things... Ugh, why is it actually happening this time...]
"Hmm."
Naxi Da raised her hand and pondered for a moment:
“Hatred accumulates in your body, becoming a river that even the gods fear. If you don’t clean up this filthy mud, it will affect not only your spirit but also your physical health.”
This is a well-intentioned reminder.
Human hatred carries a terrible power of will; when concentrated, it is enough to wither plants and rot flesh.
[!]
Naxida heard the other person cheer in their heart.
[It was worth it! Even being watched was worth it! Waaaaah, brother! I'll keep trying to make people hate me!]
"..."
"Is it because my understanding of humanity is not deep enough?"
That's hard to understand.
The purpose of attacking Sumeru was to... incur hatred? There's an older brother among the relatives who is extremely bad at interacting with people, has an unstable mental state, and seems to have a dual personality—one evil and one good? No, that's not right, the logic doesn't hold; more information is needed.
"Naxi Da".
Was the person being observed pulling up their scarf out of wariness or shyness?
"Aren't you tired of holding your hand up?"
"Should I also address you as king?"
In return for the question, Nasita, without batting an eye, peered into his thoughts.
"Just like those Sumeru people who are captivated by you..."
This was Nasita's third attempt.
In her first test, she used herself as bait, exposing the flaws of a nation where gods and men were at odds, in order to see if this young tyrant would take advantage of her misfortune and seize all power and glory.
The second test: the blond student rushed into the execution ground on his own. Narcida reminded him that the knife was sharpened, to see if he was willing to crush the immature flower bud and unleash its majestic bloody light.
The third test was the most direct one.
"Should even the gods revere you?"
The white-haired girl had an innocent smile.
"Is that so, Your Majesty?"
[...]
Mainkuhn was a devout believer from a young age.
Although his beliefs were somewhat diverse and eclectic, and even contained prejudice and misunderstanding, he was truly devout.
[Aaaaaaahhhhhh——]
The intense screams instantly suffocated Nasita's ears.
"Need not."
The young man spoke curtly, his demeanor cold and ruthless.
[Ugh! Why did things have to turn out like this?!]
[Oh no! Brother! The god of wisdom actually said something like that to me! I feel like I'm cursed with knowledge for the rest of my life, and I'll never be smart again, sob sob!]
"..."
The contrast is huge, and it's so noisy.
Nasita resisted the urge to cover her ears and bravely maintained a smile.
"Then what should I call you, Nameless King?"
Even birds call their companions with a unique rhythm. My name is Nasita, and yours is Nasita.
As she said this, she immediately focused her mind, so that she could obtain his name and identity as soon as possible.
An unknown origin, an enigmatic motive, the appearance of a foreigner... As long as there is a name, there is a clue, and Nasita can completely unravel these mysteries one by one by following the clues.
[...]
But Nasita waited for a long time, only to be met with silence.
It's as if their own identity is something disgusting, something they find tedious to even think about.
"?"
Nasita was puzzled, but then the young king spoke coldly.
You can call me whatever you like.
The inner voice continues.
[Monsters, beasts, freaks... feel free to call them whatever you want, it's all true anyway.]
"...Huh?"
Naxi Da was a little at a loss.
The other party is not a cactus, but it doesn't seem to be a sand pupae either.
A heart that hates itself cannot produce a hard shell.
After a moment's thought, she decided on the name for the new king.
"I will call you Vanasmaranasapna."
"What?"
[What is this?]
Don't you want to know what this means?
[Whatever, it won't have any good connotations anyway... Wait, that's not the point!?]
Naxida began to explain to herself:
"In the language of the forest people, he means 'the dream the forest remembers,' while in the human world, we more often translate him as..."
She looked into the half-demon's cold eyes.
"Eternal love."
"It's a nice name, isn't it? Hmm? Don't you like it? This is the first time I've named another life."
"..."
"That doesn't sound like anything to me."
Mainkuhn coldly refused, and the main reason for his refusal was—
[This is too long! What, what is it?]
"Vana Smarana Sapna".
Nasita smoothly reminded him, her expression quite bewildered:
"Is it long? I think it's okay. It's easy to remember and catchy."
"Oh."
[...Could it be my fault?]
Although her suggested name was coldly rejected by Mainkuhn, Narcida didn't care at all. She defiantly defied the horrified gaze of the biophile sage Nafis:
“You were the one who said ‘you can call me whatever you want,’ so I’m going to call you that.”
"Lord Little Lucky Grass King! Please don't anger him..."
Oh no! I don't even know if my frail bones can protect the gods!
He anxiously took a few steps forward, only to see the new king glance at him and then suddenly relent, slowly moving backward:
"Whatever you wish."
Oh! Thank goodness! The Grass God wasn't sent flying!
Before Nafis could even feel relieved for a few seconds, he saw the tiny god suddenly reach out and grab the other's hem:
"Wait, it's getting late. Would you like to have dinner with me? I'd like to try human food for myself."
Ah! The waiters and chefs will be terrified! Wait, since he's a king, shouldn't we also provide... royal cuisine? Ahhh, no way!
[Is it getting late?]
Nasita's words suddenly carried another message to her.
Mainkun looked up at the setting sun:
[Oh no, I need to hurry back and cook for the kids!]
Naxi Da: "?"
Wait, you mean you staged a coup, killed the supreme leader of Sumeru, and when the Chancellery was in chaos and desperately needed your reassurance and warning to establish your authority, you chose to abandon everything just to go home and cook dinner for your children?
Is this correct?
[They've already made their own lunch, but they can't make them make their own dinner!]
"???"
Nasita couldn't stop the cat; she could only watch helplessly as his thin figure grew smaller and smaller in the twilight.
Does this mean that this is actually normal?
My understanding of human beings is still not deep enough.
"Lord God!"
Nafis approached nervously:
"Why...why did he leave?"
"Ah, um, he went home to cook for the kids."
Naxida suppressed her confusion and pretended nothing was wrong.
"Waaah! My lord! This is no time for jokes! Could it be... could it be that he plans to use even crueler methods against us, so you came up with this lame excuse to comfort me??"
"..."
It really wasn't my fault!
*
The air changed from the humid heat of Mount Sumeru to a cool chill, and Mainkun returned to Fontaine.
[This whole trip feels like a commute; is Villette taking a cruise ship to the opera house?]
[I guess I'm following in my teacher's footsteps.]
Mainkuhn opened the door wearily.
[Children, I'm home...]
"Oh."
Before the innocent welcomes, the cold questions from adult men rang out.
"So you finally decided to come back."
Wearing an apron, Carles emerged from the kitchen carrying a pot, a cold smile on his face, his single eye filled with sinister rage.
"I thought you'd forgotten about me after scaring your daughter with me!"
[...]
"Are you mute again? Speak!"
"We...we didn't unlock it for him..."
The three little ones sat trembling at the dining table.
"He kicked the door open and came out himself..."
Carles' voice softened slightly, but not by much:
"Is this any of your business? Shut up and eat."
[...]
Mainkuhn shouldn't have expected that a mere eighteen locks could keep out an angry father.
Especially when the father happens to be the leader of an armed group.
"Hey kid, come here."
Carles suppressed his anger and served himself another bowl of rice, then beckoned Maine over.
"Let's talk."
"..."
Mainkuhn remained motionless.
Come here.
Kares threw off his scarf and rice spoon and aggressively approached him.
“Weren’t you so good at saying things like, ‘I’m just suppressing an urge, an urge to dig my claws into your chest…’ Didn’t you say that?! Answer me, kid!”
[Aaaaaaah!]
The cat let out a scream and turned to run away.
My house has been taken over by cockroaches!!
"Damn it! Why are you running?! Who's the kidnapper?!"
Carles was prepared. He glanced around, his gaze lingering on Lynette, then on the tiny Fiminey, before finally picking Lynette up.
"Come back here!"
He shouted a threat at the fleeing boy:
"If you don't come back, I'll give this little brat a good spanking!"
Linnie: "Huh? Huh? No, wait a minute, sir—that's such a lame threat!?"
Before he could decide whether to shout "Mr. En, run!" or "Mr. En, save me!", he saw the assassin, who had already darted two miles away, make a sharp turn and stagger back.
"Not bad, kid."
He felt Carles' chest throb with satisfaction, and then he patted Mr. En's shoulder hard.
"Wouldn't it have been better to do this sooner?"
As for Mr. En, even the dim light couldn't hide the tears welling up in his eyes.
"No way, Mr. En."
He felt something inside him slowly collapsing.
Perhaps it's a kind of filter applied to guardians.
"Which of you two is the kidnapper?"
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