Keynes, seemingly oblivious to the underhanded maneuvers of those people, remained unusually calm as he explained to the Speaker, who was surrounded by the crowd:
"You are capable."
"The ability to accomplish nothing."
Speaker: ? ? ?
"What did you say!?"
Ignoring the speaker's roar, Keynes slowly rose from the stool, leaning on his wooden cane.
"Why?"
Why did you do that?
"If you already knew my true nature, why did you still recommend me?!"
As Keynes descended the steps, the crowd directly in front of him instinctively stepped back.
"Because you are essential."
He said:
"If it were you, you would definitely be able to lead them to their deaths."
"Only in this way can that person truly be freed."
That sir?
Keynes saw the confusion on their faces and explained:
“That sir is merciful.”
"She is very sentimental, which is why she has forgiven you time and time again, but you have disappointed her again and again."
"Every single time! There's never any repentance!"
Thinking of how that person, despite his suffering, still chose to believe in them, Keynes felt both anger and sorrow.
Not for themselves, but for the adult who accompanied them to the very end.
"It wasn't until the very end that I realized... if you don't completely disappoint her, she will forgive you again and give you another chance."
Like a mother who always gives her children another chance, believing that they can correct their mistakes.
One, a god with a soft heart.
Stopping before the Speaker, Keynes patted him on the shoulder and said softly:
"Thank you."
"Thank you for your ambition, and thank you for your incompetence. It is you who have freed everyone."
Not only does that person no longer have to suffer for your sake.
Even the shackles that have bound me for thousands of years can be broken...
Thump.
Completely panicked, the speaker was shoved to the ground by the light tap and knelt down helplessly.
"You're crazy."
The speaker never imagined that the proudest achievement of his life would be accomplished because of his own incompetence.
"They actually want to destroy the glory of Silver with their own hands..."
According to Keynes, everything he did was in order to completely destroy the Silver Council.
Why?
"You are already a hereditary grand duke and have no chance of becoming king, so why are you doing this? Have you really gone mad?"
What exactly are you after?
This is a problem that not only the Speaker doesn't understand, but apart from Keynes himself, no one present can understand it.
Keynes didn't need them to understand.
He had no intention of explaining further to this group of people who had forgotten the true meaning of honor and loyalty.
Let's stop here.
His gaze swept over the group, meeting the somber expressions of the nobles one by one, and Keynes nodded.
"You've been given so much time, you must have finished your preparations by now."
"Continue, I also want to see what you can summon."
!!
"Let's do it!"
"quick!"
Now that things had come to this, the nobles stopped pretending and launched a counterattack.
Clang!
The hidden power erupted, and the nobles who had been forced to retreat were now evenly matched with the Eli family, with Eli even gaining a slight advantage.
While their guards fought fiercely against the Eli family, an altar made of blood was growing ever larger.
While the other nobles continued to offer sacrifices, the distraught Speaker did not rise; he remained kneeling on the ground, his eyes vacant.
Suddenly, he asked in a hoarse voice:
"Keynes...didn't you ever consider that you might fail?"
He has broken down and doesn't care what happens next.
In the very end, all he wanted was to leave this guy who had ruined his life with an unhealable scar.
He chuckled, muttering darkly:
"If you fail, how can you face the adults you speak of?"
Keynes didn't even flinch at such malice, responding calmly:
"No matter the outcome, I will atone to that person with my death."
Having failed your kindness, I am already worthy of your death.
"Oh...I see."
With an ambiguous hum, the speaker bit down on the poison hidden in his teeth and collapsed heavily to the ground.
He would rather die than be a worm manipulated by the other party again.
He wanted to decide his own life and death in his final moments.
"…………"
Keynes glanced down at the corpse at his feet, narrowed his eyes, and continued looking at the magic circle in front of him.
Keynes whispered in a voice only he could hear:
"It's not completely rotten yet."
On the other side, some of the more frenzied nobles finally completed their final prayers and shouted together:
"Descend!"
Come forth!
Messenger of the Lord!
Buzz—
The altar made of blood burst forth with bloody light, suddenly carving a crack in the void!
It was a success!
However, what emerged from the crack was not the angel they longed for.
Emerging from the rift was a young figure dragging two blood-stained white wings in his hand.
! ! ?
Where are the angels?
What happened?!
And who is this?
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