The release of Chronicles of Zenon Volu 29, filled with despair, is a well-known event, and everyone knows that I fled to the imperial palace because of it.
However, the plan has slightly changed. Initially, I was supposed to et the emperor right away, but sothing ca up, so the eting was postponed.
Since I had co unannounced and had no complaints about the situation, staying here for a few days wasn’t a big deal.
Of course, Rina inford that it would take no more than two days at most.
So, what should I do in the anti? It’s simple.
I will work on writing the much-anticipated Volu 30 of Chronicles of Zenon while observing the reactions to the previous volu.
I hadn’t been reading the newspapers due to my hasty escape, perhaps because I planted a ticking ti bomb and ran away.
Besides, I didn’t have the ntal space to care, as I had to face the emperor.
However, now that I unexpectedly have more ti, I decided to take it easy and asked Rina to fetch the newspapers.
She gave a slightly peculiar look while bringing them, but I brushed it off.
Oh, and I also asked her to bring a copy of Chronicles of Zenon Volu 29 for Mari and Adelia to read.
I hadn’t had the chance to read it myself since I ca to the palace right before its release.
“Isaac.”
“Yes?”
“What on earth is in your head that lets you create such horrific stories?”
Not long after, Mari looked at with a gaze full of disbelief—no, perhaps admiration of a peculiar kind.
I blinked at her reaction and glanced behind .
Adelia, standing behind her, was also casting a similar look, though she was more reserved about it.
It seems they had finished reading the ending of Chronicles of Zenon Volu 29 while I was reading the newspapers.
Closing the newspaper quietly, I faced them directly.
“Did it leave an impression?”
“An impression? That’s an understatent. It’s too cruel. Don’t you think so, Adelia?”
“Cruel… Yes, to the point that it would leave a deep scar on the readers’ hearts.”
I scratched my chin awkwardly at their unusual reactions.
Unlike others, these two genuinely enjoy Chronicles of Zenon as a piece of fiction.
They don’t treat it as so prophetic text or a record of future events.
Because they focus solely on the work itself, it’s no surprise they were shocked by such developnts.
“Still, it aligns with Jin’s character, doesn’t it? There may be parts that are hard to accept, but I’ll explain everything in Volu 30.”
“Are you saying it could get even more brutal?”
Mari asked in an urgent voice, her expression implying disbelief that the story could beco even darker.
I pondered her question while thinking about the plot of Volu 30.
She wasn’t wrong.
The plot of Volu 30 will delve into why Jin devoured demon worshippers like a beast and the reasons behind his descent into madness.
Additionally, Jin’s soul will rge with Diabolos’ soul, and as a result, Lily’s health will improve significantly.
She will regain consciousness but instinctively realize the danger posed by Jin’s soul as soon as she opens her eyes.
‘I’ll just say it was a ssage from the gods.’
anwhile, the battle between Jin, who consud Diabolos’ soul, and Zenon will continue.
However, Zenon will focus solely on defense and be unable to point his sword directly at Jin, resulting in a drawn-out confrontation.
Zenon’s desperate shouts to snap Jin out of it and Jin’s repeated vow to protect the brightest light will form the crux of their fierce battle.
That alone could take up an entire volu.
I also need to depict Jin’s journey and the extended fight scenes in great detail.
“What are you thinking about? Are you plotting the story for Volu 30?”
I must have been lost in thought for too long because Mari suddenly leaned in, urging for an answer.
Her beautiful appearance montarily srized , but I soon chuckled and lightly turned my head.
Smooch.
I gave her a light kiss, which caused her large eyes to blink in surprise.
Her cheeks turned red in an instant.
Smiling softly at her adorable reaction, I responded gently.
As much as I love her, I can’t spoil the ending for her.
“What do you think should happen, Mari?”
“…You’re awful. Do you think I’ll let this go just because of that?”
Mari pouted, folding her arms and turning her head away in mock irritation.
However, the faint blush on her cheeks and the slight twitch of her lips gave away her true feelings.
Adelia, standing behind her, looked on with a hint of envy in her eyes.
I smiled faintly and quietly spoke up.
“I already have a rough idea of the impact the ending will have, so don’t worry too much.
Though, it’s a bit unsettling that it’s more intense than I anticipated.”
“Intense? There are people calling you a demon over it, you know?”
Mari’s remark wasn’t unfounded; the newspapers ntioned it too.
They said that only a demon could leave such deep scars in people’s hearts.
Of course, this was a taphor, and very few people seriously believed I was an actual demon.
After all, both Luminous and Mora personally recognized as a saint (?) in the past, and Kate is right by my side as a bodyguard.
It’s only because the ending was so brutal that such rumors spread.
“It just ans the story left a deep impression on people’s minds. But there are other tragedies in the series too, aren’t there?”
“Yes, but… most of those involved supporting characters. Jin and Lily are the main characters who’ve been with us since Volu 1. It’s on a completely different level.” ṘἈŊo͍BΕᶊ
“Adelia, do you think so too?”
“Yes. Besides, I like Jin and Lily even more, so…”
Adelia responded in a subdued voice, holding Chronicles of Zenon Volu 29 tightly in her arms.
Despite being of a different gender, Adelia feels a strange sense of kinship with Jin due to his tragic past.
Apparently, she longs for a man like Lily—soone warm and capable of accepting everything about her.
She once had an extre fear of being ostracized for being an illegitimate child.
That’s why this developnt must have struck even harder. I can fully understand.
“The details co out in the next volu, right? About how Jin ended up like this?”
Adelia cautiously asked, her husky voice digging into my ears.
She was stealing glances at , clinging to a sliver of hope. I responded flatly.
“Yeah. It’ll describe Jin’s thoughts in detail.”
“I see. Honestly, I can understand the developnt itself. If it were , I’d gladly sacrifice myself for soone I love. But the thod… it’s a bit shocking…”
Her pale blue eyes trembled slightly, showing how deeply she was affected. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was really that extre.
As I’ve often ntioned, the books in this world are generally so abstruse that they’re akin to philosophy or SAT-level English.
But even setting that aside, books dealing with ‘tragedy’ are exceptionally rare here.
Even the tragedies that do exist are rely accounts from explorers’ autobiographies, such as losing a comrade due to their own mistakes.
‘Myths are the sa.’
On Earth, there are many tragedies in mythology, especially in Greek and Roman mythology.
The most famous, of course, is the Oedipus saga.
In contrast, apart from sad historical events, there are almost no works here that focus on tragedy.
Despite being an era when literature should be flourishing, progress here is unusually slow.
‘Or perhaps the flavor is just too strong.’
On Earth, it’s the kind of story you’d pass by with a simple “Oh, how unfortunate.”
Earth has long developed a strong tolerance for such stories.
If they read a certain work known for the line, “Brother, this guy’s smiling?” they might cough up blood.
No, actually, they might even lose their sanity.
Since it’s an ending that remains consistently talked about over ti, that could very well happen.
Even without that particular story, being bombarded by surrounding tragedies would surely leave them dazed.
They’re practically the weakest in this regard, and the story I’ll be writing about World War II in the future will be utterly devoid of dreams and hope.
When everyone beside you dies, what hope could there be?
“So, how would you like the story to continue?”
With these thoughts in mind, I asked Mari and Adelia. I phrased it as a question, but I wasn’t going to change the story.
It was purely for gathering opinions. Jin’s death was already set in stone.
If his soul were pure, like Kair’s, I could have reincarnated him. But Jin didn’t have even a sliver of that possibility.
Besides, as a precaution, I’ve prepared a spin-off. If the situation becos unimaginably severe, I’ll rush to write it.
“It would feel good for us readers if it ended well. But critics would argue that Jin’s death completes the character…”
“Isn’t there a way to create so hope? Leaving room for it wouldn’t hurt.”
Unlike Mari, who was half resigned, Adelia eagerly took the bait.
Having projected her own life onto Jin’s character, she seed desperate.
Watching her, I revisited the plot.
Leaving room for hope, huh… I would leave so, but it would be far from what Adelia imagined.
Shrugging, I jested lightly.
Even just saying I’d leave so hope could be a major spoiler, so it was better to feign ignorance.
“You’ll see in the next volu. Actually, I’m about to send Volu 30 to the publisher soon.”
“Really? Already?”
“Yeah. If I keep dragging it out, people will only grow anxious. It’s better to resolve things quickly.”
Did my answer sound promising? Adelia’s previously gloomy expression instantly brightened.
She seed to be indulging in happy delusions, but unfortunately, it wouldn’t be a complete happy ending.
At so point, Jin would regain his senses and recognize Zenon.
However, rging with Diabolos’s soul would leave him in a state where death would be inevitable.
Unlike the nearly godlike Diabolos, Jin was rely a demon with particularly potent blood.
Unless he was entirely destroyed, Diabolos could resurrect and wreak havoc again.
To ensure perfect annihilation, Jin’s death was essential.
‘How should I describe the mont he becos godlike? Should I go with thunder and lightning?’
Thunder and lightning have long been depicted as manifestations of divine power.
Even here, lightning strikes symbolize divine punishnt.
Thus, when Jin regains consciousness, the surroundings would fill with dark clouds, and lightning would strike incessantly.
However, controlling it would be impossible. It’s a fitting depiction of a god’s power, albeit incomplete.
‘In the end, a sword pierces his heart, and as he stumbles forward…’
He ets Lily, who had followed his trail.
And the mont their hands touch, he turns to dust and scatters into the air.
‘Hmm. Perfect.’
Feeling proud of this developnt, I smiled contentedly and nodded. Seeing this, Adelia…
“Are you hungry? There’s a kitchen in the guest room, and I can cook sothing.”
“Then I’ll have cookies.”
With her delusions of a happy ending in full swing, she hurried off to prepare a delicious snack.
I watched her petite figure walking briskly away before shifting my gaze elsewhere.
Turning my head, I locked eyes with Mari, who was still giving an odd look.
“Isaac.”
“What?”
“You’re lying, aren’t you?”
“I haven’t lied about anything.”
I’d prepared for this and only chosen words difficult to decipher.
In other words, even Mari, with her mind-reading ability, couldn’t fully grasp my intentions.
Still, perhaps sensing sothing, she sighed and shook her head.
“Seriously… you’re no different from a devil.”
“Better than everyone dying, right?”
“That’s trash. And trash is better than a devil.”
Fair enough.
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