There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 506



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EP.506 To you we waited for (8)

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A laboratory hidden in a corner of downtown Academy.

A clear image was playing on a large TV connected to a state-of-the-art DVD player.

[Royalty and priests of ancient Egypt.]

Following the smooth voice of a famous voice actor, the image of a huge temple buried in the sand came to mind.

[Every morning and evening, offerings were made to the temple where the images of the gods were enshrined.]

The sand slowly disappeared with slightly awkward CG, and the screen slowly zoomed in, revealing an intact temple.

A magnificent temple with giant stone statues of gods standing in a row under the sparkling sun.

In the center of the temple, richly decorated royals and priests were walking, and in the priest’s hands was a tray filled with fruit, oil, and jewels.

And after a while, the scene of them putting down a tray in front of a stone statue and praying something continued slowly, then moved on to the next screen.

[For ordinary citizens who could not enter the temple, small statues were prepared in each house to pray to the gods.]

The inside of a shabby house that could not be compared to the temple just a moment ago was revealed.

And then the screen continues showing a bronze-skinned Egyptian bowing his head towards a small, crude statue…

Beep!

The screen suddenly turned off.

“huh? what?”

When the group members who were concentrating on the screen turned their heads in surprise, they saw a girl with short light blue hair frozen in shock. Perhaps he accidentally stepped on the TV power cable while moving.

“uh… .”

The girl, Nettie, looked back and forth at the TV cable hanging at her feet and at her companions. It’s obvious who made the mistake. She hit the ball before getting scolded.

“Hey, heretic! “It’s heresy!”

“… .”

“You are polluting the saint’s eyes with pagan sacrifices!”

Then the saint answered angrily.

“calm down. “This is just a documentary.”

“no! Holy woman! This is a religious issue! That wicked heretic… .”

Nettie’s hospitality ended there. Her older sister, who couldn’t stand her treatment, raised her fist? No, because the saint said something more.

“Well, I even saw those pagan panties, and now it’s like a sacrifice… .”

“… ah.”

With nothing to say, Nettie quietly reconnected the unplugged cable. The TV turned on again with a beeping sound, but the documentary did not play again.

“huh? Don’t you want to see more?”

The saint asked Dawn, who was organizing the DVD player. He answered as he carefully placed the DVD in the case.

“That’s enough. “Because I’ve already seen it all before.”

“… “You already saw it?”

“Yes, this time I just turned it on to confirm.”

“… .”

Not only the saint, who was well aware of Dawn’s love for documentaries, but even Nettie looked dumbfounded.

Of course, Dawn didn’t care and took out something similar to branch paper from her inventory and started fiddling with it.

The saint who saw that asked.

“What is that again?”

“Clay used for repairing drain pipes or buildings.”

Instead of asking the common sense question of why he carried such a thing, the saintess quietly watched him fiddling with the clay.

You can tell just by looking at her cooking skills, but she was very dexterous with her hands. Every time he moved his hand, the clay transformed into a human shape.

“Are your arms too thin? “I need to make it a little longer.”

After the saint gave her advice, Nettie, who had been watching from behind, joined in and watched for a while.

Eventually, Dawn completed a rather impressive Egyptian stone statue sitting on a stone chair.

It’s also a stone statue with a dung beetle where the head should be.

This can’t be…

“… “Is it Khepri?”

“huh. “Isn’t that plausible?”

I guess this is why I watched the documentary. While her saint nodded her head, Dawn finished briefly baking the clay with flame magic.

“Brother-in-law, what are you going to do with that?”

“We are going to make a sacrifice to Khepri. “I thought it would be better to do it the Egyptian way.”

“oh… .”

While she was admiring, Dawn suddenly held out her hand. Nettie floated her question mark above her head and then she belatedly opened her pocket.

“Is this why you asked me to buy lapis lazuli and a gold necklace?”

For some reason, I felt like there were so many women but I could only buy one. Neti, who had been expecting an uproar, swallowed her inner thoughts and handed Yeo-myeong a lapis lazuli and gold necklace.

After accepting the treasure, Dawn carefully moved the stone statue to the window.

The stone statue bathed in sunlight looked strangely sacred. At least it’s made from plumbing clay.

“Do you want me to help you?”

When Dawn put down a tray with jewels in front of the statue like the priests in the documentary, the saint asked that question.

“no it’s okay.”

“No, you don’t really have to refuse… “Do you know how to do the offering ritual?”

“Would you have prepared like this without even knowing that?”

That was it, but it was still a question. The documentary won’t teach you about Egyptian rituals, right? Wasn’t it all already in practice?

The answer to the question was surprisingly simple. Dawn began to perform ancestral rites in the way she knew.

“A thousand people come to offer sacrifices to Khepri.”

With those words, Dawn first bows.

That was not the way of the five gods, much less the ancient Egyptian way.

“… “It’s a Korean ancestral rite.”

The saint muttered in an exasperated voice and stood up. The offering ritual was no joke, and a faulty ritual was in itself a great disrespect to God.

“Dawn, stop. Since you might get hurt, I’ll help you properly… .”

At that time, the stone statue began to shine and a sacred voice was heard.

『Wine?』

A voice that only saints and dawns who can handle divinity can hear.

Whether or not the saint looked at Dawn and the statue alternately with a bewildered expression, Dawn took out a wine bottle from her inventory and placed it in front of the statue.

And they didn’t stop there, they offered various other tributes. Jewelry and gold coins brought from Asha, whiskey given as a gift from a dwarf, homemade sandwiches, etc.

“Dawn, wait… !”

The moment the saintess was shocked when she saw that, Khepri spoke first.

『It’s really shameful that you dare to pay God an advance, but after seeing the sandwich, I’ll forgive you this time.』

“… .”

As always with people who see the destruction of common sense, the saintess could not hide her blank expression. Continue until Dawn bows in gratitude one more time.

And how long has it been like that? Less than ten minutes later, the light of the icon faded and Khepri’s divinity also disappeared.

“… .”

The saint, not knowing how to say something, just said it randomly.

“… “What on earth did you put in your sandwich?”

“I told you this last time. “It’s love.”

“… .”

The saint kept her mouth shut to tell whether his words were sincere or a joke. In the meantime, Dawn said as she returned the offerings, whose spiritual essence(?) had been completely consumed, back to her inventory.

“With this, the ancestral rites are over… I’m going to go practice now. “See you all later.”

At that time, Seti, who had been quiet until now, joined the conversation.

“Dawn, succession… “No, you’re going to meet the former saintess, right?”

“Yeah, I’m going to do that. Why, do you have something to order me to do now?”

As soon as Dawn nodded, Seti asked again.

“No, it’s not something I’m asking you to do, I have something to tell you… But before that, can you answer one thing?”

“… ?”

“Did you reveal that you are his biological son?”

“… “No, not yet.”

Seti nodded slightly, saying he expected that to happen. And without saying a word she made eye contact with Dawn.

silence.

A heavy silence filled the space between the two, to the point where Nettie, who was watching, noticed it, but sometimes looks can explain more than words.

Yes, Dawn was able to read various emotions in Seti’s blue eyes.

The joy I feel when I see him happy to meet his mother.

I worry about what might happen if I get hurt while relying on my mother, who is just an illusion.

and… I am afraid of what will happen if I lose my mind and give up on revenge.

Facing all those emotions, Dawn smiled without realizing it.

“I’m okay.”

It was an answer that seemed unexpected to someone who did not know the feelings between the two.

The saintess, who noticed the look in her eyes, pursed her lips to express jealousy, while Seti also responded with a smile.

“Yeah, if you’re okay with it, that’s fine.”

Immediately after, she handed him the two stacks of documents she had been looking at.

“The thing above is a document containing information on the opponent for the next preliminary round.”

“… Preliminary opponent? “Didn’t they all abstain?”

“I guess an unknown person complained to Olympia. “Isn’t it too much of a privilege to advance to the finals because all of the opponents from the preliminaries withdrew?”

“It wasn’t my intention, so what’s with the preferential treatment…” ”

“i think so too. However, it seems like some pretty famous people protested. Olympia has recruited additional opponents for you. I’m a 3rd year senior… He is already a talented person who has been selected to join a famous mercenary group in South America. “I may not be your opponent, but just pretend to fight properly.”

“That won’t be difficult. And what are the documents left over there?”

“This is intelligence sent by the Secret Society. Looks like there’s a problem in France. They’re giving orders to Auguste to return almost every hour? “I took it with me just in case.”

“… .”

Order for Auguste to return? What’s going on?

Dawn gathered her documents, remembering Auguste leisurely touring Australia. I don’t know the exact reason, but she had a feeling that it would be important information later… .

Well, anyway.

“I’ll just go. “See you later in the basement.”

Dawn kissed Seti’s forehead one last time before leaving.

Seti hit his chest, saying, ‘There is nothing I can’t do in front of my brother,’ and the saint said, ‘Me too! me too!’ She said the same thing and grabbed his ankle for a moment.

The owner of the laboratory, who had been watching quietly, exploded.

“Hey, you fucking idiot, stop shaking and get out now!”

“… Rashik, why are you so angry?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know that?”

The Maggot Princess raised her voice, brandishing a glass bottle filled with pink liquid like a weapon.

“You, you… “I ordered you to make 100 servings of this damn bug cure!”

“… .”

“I don’t have any assistance, so I’ve been sleeping and making medicine on my own for days! Even though you can’t help, you drop salt in front of me? “Fuck, I need you to go to the dragon’s nest and do some kind of ritual or something!”

“No, there is no sunlight underground… It’s a bit… .”

“There is no need for such a logical answer! “I ask for comfort, comfort!”

Comfort. Dawn scratched her cheek and answered.

“… “This Mapogo treatment was ordered by Japan’s Sumitomo Group.”

“what? Sumitomo? “That Japanese conglomerate?”

“Yes, that chaebol. This was also a request made directly by the Chairman. In other words, if I just get through this request… It is recognized simultaneously by conglomerates in the United States and Japan. “You literally become an alchemist at the peak of capitalism.”

“… .”

Perhaps Dawn’s comfort had helped, Rashik put down the beaker he was holding and sighed deeply.

“Ha, you really… When did I ask you to find connections like that? huh? “Do you think that’s comforting?”

“But you like it, right?”

“… .”

The Maggot Princess couldn’t hide her expression well.

She looked at Dawn with a face full of pride, joy, and fatigue, but suddenly came to her senses when she saw the saintess laughing.

“These kids are really… Everyone get out! “Get out of my lab!”

“But I pay the rent here… “Inhale!”

Clink! Rashik threw the empty potion bottle, and Dawn quickly took the group and ran out of the laboratory.

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[ha… .]

As soon as Dawn arrived at the undersea tunnel, Mahagan sighed.

[Have you come to hold the succession ceremony again? A guy who is that strong, doesn’t he get tired of it every day?]

He looked visibly tired after being harassed by Dawn and party members for the past few days.

It was quite surprising that even ghosts felt tired. It was even more surprising to see a ghost begging.

[Can’t we just rest today?]

“Yes, no.”

As Dawn shook her head, Mahagan prayed pitifully.

[Then what about the trials of the stairs instead of succession? Well, I need to learn 2 seconds of warrior martial arts from the fake margrave.]

“Mahagan… .”

However, it was not a daylight that could be tolerated just because it was empty. He said again the words that had moved Mahagan recently.

“If you’re having a hard time, I’ll take a rest too. but… You know. “I grew up never seeing my mother’s face my whole life.”

[…] .]

“What a joy it is to have this conversation with my mother… Ha, yes, but that’s not why Mahagan should suffer. “I’ll be leaving now, so please rest comfortably today.”

Was this the agitation of communist aristocrats who exploited workers by promising them a sweet future?

As soon as Dawn slumped her shoulders and turned her back, Mahagan sighed deeply.

[Ah-oh… Yes, I lost today too. I lost! Let’s stop shivering and go down!]

“thank you.”

[Don’t say things you don’t mean, you idiot.]

Dawn went down the stairs side by side with Mahagan, who was grumbling. And Mahagan, who arrived at the halfway point of the wide stairs, began the succession as usual.

[If possible, make today short.]

“yes. “I will try.”

This time, Dawn uttered something she didn’t really mean and waited for the former saintess to appear.

As the mana of the stairs slowly moved, Dawn was worried.

As Seti said, should he reveal today that he is her son?

I thought it wasn’t important so I put it off, but in fact, I might have been waiting for her to notice first.

mother.

I felt a little mana through the sense of dawn rolling awkward words on my tongue.

A signal that ‘succession’ has begun.

However, contrary to his expectations, the mana felt below did not belong to the former saint.

Much stickier, deeper, heavier mana.

This…

“… Margrave?”

As if responding to Dawn’s question, golden eyes sparkled in the darkness.

The very next moment when the two eyes faced each other through the darkness of the stairs.

A face as young as dawn, resembling twins, came up the stairs.

“The hero of this generation is… “Are you human?”