Chapter 599: Advent (5)
When Melkith and Eugene entered the conference room, all the general staff was already gathered. The members of the general staff, who had been engaged in a serious discussion, rose from their seats as soon as they saw Eugene enter through the door.
"You all must be tired. There’s no need to stand up,” Eugene said as he waved dismissively while crossing the room, which was filled with the mixed scents of blood and medicine.
These were the highest members of the general staff with formidable skills within the army, yet none were without injuries. Eugene briefly glanced at Carmen's hands, which were tightly wrapped in bandages. He could see blood seeping through the wrappings. It wasn't just for show, apparently.
"Looks like everyone made it out alive,” Eugene commented.
He climbed onto the central table of the conference room and sat down, surveying those around him. Each had one or two wounds, but no one had suffered critical injuries. If one had to name the most severely injured, it would be Melkith, who could no longer summon spirits and had suffered internal injuries.
"But why such long faces?" Eugene asked with a half-smile.
It was a given, but everyone’s expressions were evidently grim, both when he had entered the room and even now.
"It’s not exactly a situation to celebrate a victory,” Lovellian spoke up with a sigh.
"Helmuth... we won the battle against the Demon King of Incarceration. If it had just ended there, we'd be toasting with laughter by now. But it didn’t end there,” Carmen commented while opening and closing her bandaged hand. "We know what it is but not why it appeared here. I don’t know why the Demon King of Incarceration blocked it and why he let us escape."
"Humiliation,” Raphael ground his teeth as he spat the word. "To think we were saved by the Demon King of Incarceration...!"
"Don't get too worked up. You weren’t the only one who was saved,” said Eugene.
"But, Sir Eugene...!" Raphael cried out.
"Really, calm down. If anyone should feel humiliated, it should be me. I won the fight, yet afterward, I survived thanks to the Demon King of Incarceration,” Eugene replied as he furrowed his brows, and Raphael had no choice but to seal his lips. Eugene sighed deeply while observing Raphael. "Anyway, I'm just glad everyone is safe."
With those words, silence enveloped the room. No one dared to speak, and all eyes cautiously observed Eugene's expression. Even Melkith, who had entered with him, was so oppressed by the atmosphere that she kept her mouth shut.
"That is...." It was Gilead who finally broke the silence. He clasped his hands tightly and closed his eyes before continuing, "The Demon King of Destruction... right?"
"Yes," Eugene answered.
"It might sound strange... and I find it odd myself, but Eugene, when the Demon King of Destruction approached... oddly enough, it felt as though my blood was being drawn to it,” Gilead said cautiously.
At those words, Gion's expression changed. Carmen was the same. They both chewed on their lips, unable to find words to speak. Eugene nodded in response.
“Well, it was Vermouth that appeared earlier,” Eugene said casually.
Everyone took a sharp breath in response to Eugene’s shocking statement.
“Vermouth...?”
“The Great Vermouth himself?”
Murmurs broke out among the gathered staff. Eugene was saying that the Hero, the Great Vermouth, the one responsible for forming a peace treaty, the Oath, three hundred years ago, had now reappeared as the Demon King of Destruction. If this news spread outside, it would literally turn the world upside down.
“It’s not that Vermouth wanted to attack us. It’s just that... having sealed the Demon King of Destruction for too long... his mind has been muddled a bit. A good thrashing might snap him back to reality.” Eugene said, waving his hand dismissively. “Naturally, I’ll be the one to beat him down. I’ve wanted to beat him up for ages. Besides, my body now... is a descendant of Vermouth’s and... well, there are various reasons.”
He wondered if he should tell them the truth about the identity of the Demon King of Destruction and about the Demon King of Incarceration. Should he speak now?
Eugene pondered for a moment and decided against it. The Demon King of Incarceration would not wish it. He could have revealed at any time what sort of existence he was and what he had done for the world. However, the Demon King of Incarceration had never once disclosed the truth throughout his repeated lifecycles.
True to his name, the Demon King of Incarceration had simply wished to remain a Demon King. Now, to have his past and story revealed, to leave a name in history, or to receive recognition — none of these were things the Demon King of Incarceration would desire.
‘I’m more tempted because he wouldn’t want it.’ A mischievous thought crossed Eugene’s mind but remained just a thought.
Of course, this was all Eugene’s speculation. In truth, the Demon King of Incarceration might even wish for the truth to be revealed....
“Anyway,” Eugene said.
He thought it best to ask directly next time, assuming the Demon King of Incarceration was still sane inside his prison.
“It’s complicated, messed up, those kinds of circumstances.... I can’t quite explain it. But to put it simply, the Demon King of Incarceration is currently sealing the Demon King of Destruction. I don’t know how long he can hold it, but he said he would manage until I return.”
Eugene tilted his head and brushed his chest a few times. He had checked his condition repeatedly. His divine power was sealed, and his mana wasn’t circulating properly. His body could barely move, which meant a battle was out of the question.
Eugene continued, “For now... after a good rest, once my body is back in shape, I'll head straight to the Demon King of Destruction. It's the same deal, just a different opponent. If I win, we can throw a festival or something. If I lose....”
“The world will end,” Carmen voiced the unspoken words while staring at her blood-soaked fist. “Given that his very title is the Demon King of Destruction.”
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