The translation's quality improves over ti, even I've got to admit it was kinda shite in the beginning... So I just knew TODAY (Sept 1st 2024) that this novel still has 16 chapters of SIDE STORIES! I'll finish it before September ends, so please keep checking this page? Haha
I snapped out of my daze before Wishit did.
“You, right now—”
Just as I was about to grab hold of him, realizing I couldn’t let him slip away again…
Thunk!
Wishit, who seed even more startled than I was, snapped his fingers and disappeared in an instant.
“Ah!”
He vanished right before my eyes.
I furrowed my brow and clutched my head. “He ran away again, again!!”
I felt a sudden surge of irritation and fear.
“No, but seriously, what was that just now?” I asked myself and answered myself. “It’s his true form.”
Wishit, or rather, the true form of the “Spirit King,” must be what I just saw. Considering how surprised he seed by the sudden transformation, it was probably not sothing he did willingly.
“Now, let’s think, Rubette.” I sat on the bed, massaging my throbbing head.
Wishit, who had been by my side the whole ti, had taken on the appearance of a red-haired teenager who bore a striking resemblance to .
Of course, the act of concealing his true form was magic in itself, and maintaining this disguise must have been draining for Wishit. Whether it was the monstrous appearance when we first t or when he transford into Kedrick or Lark, it was all the sa.
‘But changing his appearance on the surface wasn’t that big of a deal, was it?’
Wishit’s expressions gave away so much that it was easy to pick up on such things.
I had thought he kept changing his form because he believed I found his monstrous true form terrifying…
“Yeah, that monster wasn’t his real form either, right? He’s just a bunch of lies from the beginning.”
Well, there was no way soone as powerful as a Spirit King would have a terrifyingly grotesque form.
“No, but seriously, why? Why go through all the trouble? Why hide that handso face?”
I couldn’t understand, so I spread both my palms and threw unanswered questions into the air.
But soon, I nodded as I understood Wishit’s thoughts.
Even in the midst of my astonishnt, his appearance was so overwhelming that it could easily capture one’s attention in an instant.
“Yeah, well, I can roughly guess why. Just looking at the appearance would have given it away.”
His mystical and splendid appearance was undoubtedly fit for a Spirit King. So, the reason he unintentionally revealed his hidden true form was probably…
“This is bad.”
With a 99% probability, it must be because so aspect of his ‘power’ had run out to the point where he couldn’t even maintain a simple spell to conceal his appearance.
***
Rubette’s sharp suspicions surprisingly turned out to be all correct.
Wishit, who had fled hurriedly to the Fountain, stood there dumbfounded, looking down at his outstretched hand. It was an unfamiliar sight even to himself because he hadn’t seen it for so long.
“Haah…”
The true form of the Spirit King, known only to Descarde I and Diollus I, the founders of the empire.
“I’m sorry. Please forgive , Your Majesty.”
Wishit quietly raised his head.
A massive tree was speaking to him. It was Wilkin, the spirit in charge of order. There was no trace of remorse on the woman’s face as the thick tree trunk twisted upward.
The One Who Had Used ‘All’ His Strength.
Wishit.
Wishit stared quietly at the inscriptions carved on the tree trunk.
“You couldn’t even maintain a simple disguise spell due to your depleted strength.”
“Yeah, it seed that way.”
“If you had continued in that state, you wouldn’t have been able to fulfill the remaining two wishes of the contract, and the contract would have been severed. So, I urgently withdrew the power you were using. Please forgive .”
“No, thank you.”
It was absurd that a re spirit could withdraw the power of the Spirit King, but it was possible because Diollus I, the first contractee of the Spirit King, had decided it, and it was a power granted directly by the Spirit King.
“It seems you ran away out of surprise, but you’ll have to face it sooner or later. When the contractee summons, you must go out in this form.”
It was a request not to use even a very simple power to hide his true form.
“Understood.”
Wishit’s body slumped against Wilkin’s base. He rested his back and lowered his head wearily. Rubette seed quite surprised, but she wasn’t imdiately summoning Wishit back.
She must have a lot on her mind too.
“Sigh.”
A sigh escaped from Wishit’s lips as he closed his eyes.
“What do you plan to do?” Wilkin asked.
“What?”
“To be honest, I would like it if things went the way Pose wants.”
“What did you say?” Wishit glared at Wilkin. “Considering you’ve been granted powers in exchange for maintaining order and neutrality, you shouldn’t be saying such things.”
“Hearing the word ‘neutrality’ from your mouth sounds absurd, you know?” Wilkin didn’t mince words and shot back, causing Wishit’s mouth to shut tight. “You’re the one who have no conscience, breaking everything in the na of order and neutrality just because of one human…”
“…”
“What Pose wants is not sothing different. What he’s trying to do is exactly what your contractee desired—the freedom of spirits. No longer coexisting with humans.”
“Human, or more precisely, if it weren’t for Descarde I, the founder of this empire, and my contractee Diollus I, we would have already perished. The great contract is a reward for them.”
“Have we not done enough for them? We’ve been supporting humans for a very long ti.” Wilkin added, “Stop making excuses and speak straightforwardly. The aning of repaynt to humans has all faded away now. You’re the only one who doesn’t want to part ways with your contractee, so you’re maintaining this relationship.”
“Wilkin, you.” Wishit frowned and locked eyes with Wilkin. “Fix your habit of speaking the truth plainly. Rubette said that talking like that is a form of violence.”
Her occasional muttering about ‘fact violence’… probably referred to Wilkin’s sharp remark right now.
“That kid…” Wishit clenched his fist and stared straight ahead. “… said she’ll never make the final wish.”
“That’s so she can stay with you forever, right? Wow, what a tearful friendship. Sob, sob.”
“Don’t mock it.”
“You must be delighted. Even if she doesn’t make the final wish, maybe she’ll use it to set you free… So you can stay by her side until she dies, right?”
Wishit looked at Wilkin again, his expression unreadable. As soone who had existed for countless years, Wilkin seed to easily see through the Spirit King’s innermost thoughts.
Even if Rubette had released him from the constraints that bound him, granting him freedom, Wishit had no intention of leaving her side.
“A spirit who doesn’t desire freedom! A spirit who wants to be bound to the contractee forever! How beautiful and heartfelt this love is!”
“Do you want a punch?”
“I’m curious.”
For a mont, Wilkin’s voice beca serious.
“You’ve waited for a very long ti, and you’ll continue to wait. For the sake of that human, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do. Because of this, you’re at odds with Pose, who used to be your favorite.”
“…”
“I’ve never made a contract with a human, so I don’t know what the spirits who devote themselves to humans feel. That’s why I’m curious.” Wilkin asked, “Why do you obsess over this human so much? What does she an to you? What emotions do you feel for this human?”
“…”
After a long silence, Wishit quietly replied, “You want to know what emotions I feel for her?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t put it into words.”
“Pardon?”
“At first, I thought I liked the foolishly kind and fragile fragnt of a soul in her so much.”
That was the case with Diollus I from the distant past and Rubetria Diollus the timid noblewoman. So when he t a soul fragnt that was a bit different, more ambitious and moderately selfish, he had doubts if he could love her as much.
But…
“No, that wasn’t it. I love every aspect of her, every mont of her life, every part of her existence, very dearly.”
“Wow…”
“Don’t misunderstand. It’s not in the romantic sense of love that humans talk about. I used the closest word because I couldn’t find one to express it properly.”
“…”
“It’s more complicated than that, sothing that can never be put into words…” Wishit, with his eyes closed tightly, added, “The word that would describe the emotions I feel for her may never be created.”
“You’re relentless.”
Wilkin, with a tongue-click, stared at Wishit silently.
If the king’s heart was like that, everything would be in vain.
‘Sigh, it seems we’ll have to coexist with humans forever~’
Wilkin swallowed a sigh and said, “Vista ca to recently after seeing the future and warned .”
“What?”
“Pose’s plan to exterminate the noble and Diollus bloodlines will fail spectacularly. So don’t fret too much.”
“Well, not that surprising of a future.” While responding calmly, Wishit secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
“Of course, there have been unfortunate sacrifices.”
“What?”
“Oh, don’t be so shocked. Your contractee will be perfectly fine.”
“…”
Wilkin had a reason for bringing this up.
“You don’t care as long as your contractee is safe, right?”
A tense expression crossed Wishit’s face as he subtly inquired, “Who will die?”
For a brief mont, perhaps because of a small breeze passing through them, Wilkin’s voice beca indistinct.
“——’s contractee. This empire’s ——”
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