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Chapter 36: Above the guy who runs, there is the guy who flies (3)
Chapter 36: Above the guy who runs, there is the guy who flies (3)
Chapter 36: Above the guy who runs, there is the guy who flies (3)
“Explain.”
The man, the empire’s second prince, demanded.
However, his usual cigar was absent from his lips. Nor was his typically arrogant, confident expression visible.
Instead, there stood a man with a reddened face, his features twisted as if possessed by a demon.
“What exactly is going on here?” he shouted, forgetting all decorum.
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Reports had come in from below.
The magic of the black fangs had manifested.
With a tremendous noise, the image floated up into the sky.
But that shouldn’t have happened.
Such an event was never supposed to occur.
After all, he had sacrificed so much, even his own soul, regarded as the most precious in the world, in forging that contract.
The black fangs were never supposed to spread such information among the imperial citizens.
To prevent sedition.
However, it had no effect.
The content of the image, let alone the memory of the image itself, was supposed to vanish from everyone’s minds.
Yet reports about the content of the image were being submitted.
No change in perception had occurred.
The implications were clear.
The contract into which he had poured his soul had no effect.
The curse had not held.
The constraint that was supposed to prevent the black fangs from spreading information had utterly failed.
“Have you lied to me!”
The second prince roared.
Before long, the demon reappeared before him.
With a mischievously wicked smile, the demon responded.
[You know as well as I do that a demon never lies in a contract.]
His brazen attitude naturally furrowed the prince’s brow.
“You said the curse would take effect.”
The prince clenched his teeth as he spoke.
But the reply that came back was calm.
[I definitely imposed the curse. It just didn't take.]
The prince’s expression twisted demonically.
He finally realized it. The demon had deceived him.
-A curse can be imposed, right?
-Of course.
There was no lie in those words.
Thus, it wasn’t technically a breach of the contract’s laws.
The demon had only confirmed that ‘a curse could be imposed’. He had never said it would be effective.
[I haven't told a single lie.]
Brazenly, Asmodeus wore an even more unpleasant grin than before as he spoke.
His laugh was full of scorn and mockery.
Naturally, the face of the second prince soured even further.
It was blatantly obvious that the demon was mocking him, to such an extent that not realizing it would have been odd.
Especially since he had already been thoroughly ridiculed by the black fangs.
To add insult to injury, a foolish mistake in a moment had cost him 20% of his soul.
He felt like he might go mad at any moment.
Vile curses against the black fangs and that disgusting demon were on the verge of spilling from his lips.
Right after being massively deceived.
And what’s more, from a demon who seemed suspiciously happy and was smiling.
Normally, he wouldn’t have listened...
[I swear. The information I am about to provide will contain not a hint of falsehood.]
Those words.
Having heard them, he could no longer ignore what was said.
It was, perhaps, to be expected.
A demon is nothing if not strict about contracts. Once those words were spoken, no matter how twisted his nature, they had to be believed.
[You will probably never find the person you are looking for.]
“...What do you mean by that?”
[The man who ran the black market, he was killed by someone claiming to be the leader of the black fangs.]
Instantly, the man’s face turned pale.
It was, perhaps, to be expected.
He had always been excellent at assessing situations.
The leader of the Black Fangs had killed the Archmage. Yet, there were no signs of such a battle at the black market.
The implications were clear.
There was no fight.
What occurred between them could not be called a fight in any traditional sense.
It was simply a unilateral massacre.
The strong had merely taken the life of the weak.
A natural disaster.
The Archmage, akin to a walking calamity.
The leader of the Black Fangs had effortlessly killed a power that could stand alone against nations.
...Ultimately, the man reached his breaking point.
“Fuck. Stop spouting nonsense.”
Such words blurted out.
He knew.
As someone of noble birth, as someone who stood above others, he shouldn’t utter such vulgar words.
But still, he couldn’t hold back.
Really...
What kind of creatures were they?
With an intelligence organization of 100,000 under his command, they casually obtained even royal secrets,
They turned all his strategies against him, making a mockery of his opponents,
And even killed the Archmage in an instant?
Overwhelming intelligence.
Overwhelming strategic mind.
Overwhelming force.
It simply defied all reason.
How did such an organization suddenly come about?
Why are they so persistently hindering his path?
“Stop the nonsense! Black Fangs!!!”
*****
‘Is someone talking about me?’
My ears tingled suddenly, naturally prompting such thoughts...
Well, it must be a misunderstanding.
After all, how honorably have I lived?
Who would talk behind my back?
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