The Blind Saint Who Can See - Chapter 72
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#72. Regrets that go back (4)
The three party members returned to tell me that they had not caught the culprit, but had found a bag of money that had fallen at the foot of the mountain.
“thank god.”
“It’s all thanks to this body.”
Liliana’s shoulders shrugged as she picked up the bag.
On the one hand, I was troubled.
‘Say this? Stop it?’
This is the story of the blue fox.
The guy I met a little while ago, not during after-school tea time, but just during tea time.
It was a creature that was neither human nor beast, but one that elicited an exclamation of “Wow.”
According to the description, Izumi must have seen the same guy. Even though it was another world, such a unique creature wasn’t common.
“After all, there was no blue fox.”
“But, I really saw it!”
“… Is it possible for a blue fox to exist in nature in the first place? I wonder if it could be something like white or yellow.”
When Cedric pointed out the fundamental question, Izumi kept her mouth shut.
but.
If I hadn’t seen the blue fox just now, I would have suspected that Izumi had seen something wrong.
“… … .”
But I can’t help it.
Justinas is blind.
Saying that you saw a blue fox doesn’t fit the setting.
“Well… … There are many different kinds of creatures in the world. Could the blue fox that Izumi saw be a special creature that lives in hydrangeas? If it’s blue, it matches the symbolic color of hydrangeas.”
“ah!”
Then Izumi suddenly stood up.
“Magical creatures! Isn’t that something like that?”
“Magical creatures?”
“Yes. Why, I’ve heard of that.”
He explained.
“Creatures born with a certain magical power take on that color. Everyone knows that each magical power has its own color.”
“Huh. That’s a reasonable guess.”
Liliana stroked her chin.
It was actually a plausible hypothesis.
The ground magic is brown.
The water magic is blue.
The color of the fire magic is red.
The public magic is white.
Among them, Sugok was a place where the water magic was particularly abundant.
If the accumulated magical power enters an animal and makes it half-demon, half-beast… … .
‘That makes sense.’
The reason why intelligence is so low is probably for a similar reason.
-If you think about it rationally.
But why?
“It’ll take a while.”
“Youth?”
The party members’ attention is focused on him.
I covered my mouth with one hand, making an “eum-eum” sound with an embarrassed expression.
“The odds of a creature imbued with magical powers being born are ridiculously low. You have to divide 1 by hundreds of billions and then divide by the same number again to get a similar result… … .”
That’s why the Demon King and Cedric are special.
They have had the power of creation since birth.
There are only two such beings in the East and the West, past and present, and all time combined.
The rest of the demons are all artificial life forms created using the magic power given by the Demon King.
But now a second Cedric has appeared?
Around the same time too?
‘That’s ridiculous.’
It’s impossible. It doesn’t make sense statistically.
This is, yeah.
rather.
“Is there any other way to guess?”
“Yes, a little.”
I turned my head towards Izumi.
“You said it was a blue-haired being that was neither beast nor human?”
“that’s right!”
“The body looks like that of a child around ten years old.”
“That’s true too!”
“Then, it might be a trace of a curse.”
“curse?”
A question mark appears above both people’s heads.
The remaining one, Liliana, added an explanation.
“You’ve heard of the word ‘sorcerer’, right? In the land of the dead, there are often tragedies that are difficult to explain in human terms, and they are said to be the work of sorcerers who use magic as a special tool.”
“What are some examples?”
“hmm.”
She put her hand on her chin.
“For example, there was a time when the empress of the past was so jealous of the emperor’s favorite concubine that she cut off her limbs and tongue and raised her in a pigsty. The sorcerers, impressed by the creative extreme punishment, developed a spell to turn people into half-human, half-beast, which is called the beginning of the *human-shape curse.”
*Human body (人彘): person (人), pig (彘). It means human pig. This was an extreme punishment that Empress Dowager Gao imposed on Lady Qi: cutting off her hands and feet, gouging out her eyes, pouring sulfur into her ears to blind her, cutting off her tongue, giving her poison that rendered her mute, cutting off her nose to make her roll over like a pig, and raising her in a pigsty that also served as a back room, making her live by eating human feces. After this incident, China began to avoid using the character for pig (彘) and began to mainly use the characters for pig (豚) and pig (豬).
“Interesting.”
Cedric seemed interested in the story, then suddenly looked at me and let out a “hmph.”
They say a thief makes his own feet numb!
“… No, Yus. I’m just interested because it’s a curious anecdote. Don’t misunderstand.”
“I didn’t say anything?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He was crushed.
The other two were not particularly perturbed by Cedric’s puffin-like antics. They seemed to have gotten used to it, having been that way all their time in the desert.
“Anyway, Justinas. So you are assuming that the blue fox is the work of a sorcerer, just like the human body?”
“That’s right.”
I nodded coolly.
This is a much more reasonable guess than the hypothesis that a new Demon King candidate suddenly appeared after Cedric.
“Then it’s not our business anymore. We found the money, so let’s get some rest today and leave tomorrow… … .”
Liliana, who was roughly summarizing the situation, suddenly stopped talking when a question occurred to her.
Izumi tilts her head.
“Why is that?”
“that.”
One urgent problem that was thrown at me right away.
“…Where do we go now?”
“to.”
“hmm.”
“oh.”
Three people, including me, sighed at the same time.
***
In the imperial court, the authority of the emperor is absolute.
The neighboring states also had strong royal power, but it was nothing compared to the authority of the emperor of the Sui state.
From the beginning, the title meant Emperor, or the child of heaven.
The moral code that must be observed is also different.
Being a ruler in a country has both privileges and responsibilities.
The people respect the royal family, and the royal family works for the people.
This is the royal road of the country.
How about a hydrangea?
In the case of hydrangea, the people are the people. This refers to weeds that continue to grow no matter how much you cut them.
That is, the people are just useless grass that just take up space.
But it was a grace of the Emperor that these useless weeds were allowed to live on the land that the Heavens had given them and that belonged to the Emperor.
The Emperor exists only to rule. The Emperor, the son of heaven, is the one who ‘bestows’ rule on the people, who are nothing more than weeds and pests.
The people submit with tears of gratitude to that overwhelming grace.
This is the zodiac of the country.
And in that heavenly palace audience room, the current emperor, Do Seong-ji, the child of heaven, was sitting.
“What did you just say?”
“That, that. Your Majesty.”
“What did you say!”
bang!
As the Emperor rose from his seat, the eunuchs and ministers lined up trembled.
“You dare to fail the order I gave you?”
“Well, if you give me just a little more time.”
“Be quiet. Listen, drag this bastard out here right now and cut off his head.”
“Your name.”
At the Emperor’s solemn command, two soldiers of the Imperial Guard who had been waiting dragged the man out.
“Your Majesty! Please save me, Your Majesty!”
“It’s noisy.”
At the Emperor’s small muttering.
“Ugh!”
The man’s mouth was shut.
Because a person cannot speak if a dagger is put in his mouth.
“hmm.”
Even the slightest movement causes tension in the audience room. This is because the tyranny that has lasted for three centuries has gripped the subjects with the fear that someone else might die.
“There, you.”
“Yes, yes!”
“You take charge of the search.”
“Your Majesty! Your grace is infinite, Your Majesty the Emperor!”
The subject who did not want to die quickly fell to the ground and bowed down.
“Yes. It’s something I absolutely must find.”
Thud, thud.
Dosungji, sitting on the throne of the road, muttered with his strange crimson eyes shining.
“I’m talking about my ghost.”