The Lazy King Chapter 6: Invidia, Part 1: Become Someone

Chapter 6: Invidia, Part 1: Beco Soone

It was nothing.

From birth, not once have I gained anything, never have I desired anything, never have I known anything.

Not desired by anyone, known by anyone, and even without any desire for life.

A Life where I didn’t even embrace the Original Sin a majority of Demons carry.

Sloth and Greed and Lust and Wrath and Gluttony and Pride and all else, without a sufficient reason for life, and no will.

Before I could beco a Plus, perhaps I had to beco a Zero first.

I am a re Minus existence.

In this Demon World, governed by survival of the fittest, Demons without knowledge or power are fated to simply sit and wait for death to take them.

Demons like that were by no ans rare, and the imperial capital as well as all the provincial cities were overflowing with such existences.

That’s why I believe it’s just a coincidence that I escaped such a fate.

There are many Demons whose lives aren’t even worth taking, but if I had to say, my luck was good.

There was a man who took away. There was man who, with a sluggish expression, remained silent, as he let whatever would happen, happen. His black mantle made of well-tailored velvet-like material dragged along the ground, and was always sullied white.

There was a woman who took away. There was a woman who would let off burning flas that made people she passed on the street tremble, and trampled over the ground as she walked. Her walking staff banged on the ground, as if to scream out its rage in the silent woman’s place.

There was . There was who, on the roadside, without will, without aning, gazed on them by pure coincidence from the edge of the street. And next to , there were my comrades who looked at them just the sa.

The man and the woman, and , and those beside never exchanged glances, but at the mont of passing… the man reached out his left arm, and my body… without anything to eat before , my body that was light and frail compared to those of similar ages… was embraced.

Light and clear hand movents as if he were rely grabbing an apple off of a roadside stand.

My comrades didn’t say anything as they watched get taken away, and I didn’t say anything either.

From what I heard later, he wanted a pillow. What the hell.

And like that, coincidences piled onto one another, and the Lord of Sloth just happened to be searching for a pillow perfectly my size. By so strange cause and effect, I ended up enlisted in the army of Leigie of the Slaughterdolls.

By the way, this goes without saying, but by the ti he held to his body, Leigie-sama was already asleep.

What happened next wasn’t as interesting.

After returning to the Castle of Shadows, I began a struggle for existence against the inanimate normal pillow he already had in use, and at the sa ti, the inspector monitoring Leigie-sama, the leader of the Order of Black, Kanon Iralaude said sothing like, “when did you pick up sothing so dirty!” in an exhausted voice. When I was about to be disposed of by incineration, I was saved by the maid Lorna, who misunderstood Leigie-sama’s 『Iyo』 in a way favorable to .

By the ti I noticed it, I was dressed up in the sort of pretty clothes a doll would wear, and had the ‘seconds’ that were always made for the million to one chance Leigie-sama would do sothing as troubleso as actually ask for seconds shoved down my throat. My thoughts finally caught up to .

Huh? What is this, I thought.

A Demon’s longings aren’t sothing they decide for themselves. They are sothing that is automatically obtained from harboring strong desires.

If you harbor multiple Sins, your desire becos clouded, and your Class growth as a Demon is slowed. That’s why Demons generally subconsciously regulate themselves not to follow any desires besides the ones they pursue.

Without the leisure to seek excess desire, the worst of Demons, where it was rely a miracle I was alive. Given an environnt where life was finally sustainable, and finally with so ti to give consideration to it, what was the first strong desire that ca over ?

What were my strongest feelings?

It was not relief that I was saved, or happy prayers of pure gratitude, or lancholy for my comrades left behind or even self-satisfaction.

This may seem obvious, but it definitely wasn’t Luxuria.

To put it simply… Envy.

Jealousy towards typical Demons who carried on and accepted their lives up until now as if it were natural.

Envy toward the beautiful face of the incarnation of flas who was approaching Demon Lord level with her powerful magic, the one who was born the daughter of a Demon Lord and lead the elite Order of Black, Kanon.

Envy towards the one who was born into a house to serve Leigie-sama, and who received a high level education for that sake alone, Lorna.

Envy towards the right hand man of the Lord of Sloth who headed the army, Overruled any and all sorts of power, and took his Lord’s power to be supre, Heard Lauder.

It was envy towards everything in this world.

“If possible, I want to change…”

That was the origin of my Original Sin of Envy.

As I was never granted anything, I felt jealousy towards everything instead.

Darker than 『Gula』.

More greedy than 『Avaritia』.

More violent than 『Ira』.

More whimsical than 『Luxuria』.

With less aning than 『Acedia』.

Nastier than 『Superbia』.

It was nothing but simple, unsightly 『Envy』.

But the mont I obtained it, I thought to myself.

Ah, with this, I finally have a reason to exist.

With this, I can finally beco soone.