Chapter 15 – 15. Seeds of Chaos (5)

I don’t really have much to say to Medea.

There really is nothing special.

Even now, the way he looks at me and thinks of my father in ecstasy is driving me crazy with disgust, and I could write 5,700 characters of double insults about this, but I’ll spare you the words.

I didn’t want to talk, and I didn’t want to spend more time than necessary.

I just wanted to get rid of the existence of ‘Medea Corchis’ from my life.

It’s one of the main culprits that caused me to lose my father, and if I have to see more of this, it’s better to kill the demon lord one more time. I can never deal with a bitch like this.

And I’m not the only one who’s angry.

The same goes for Anna, for trying to kill me, for persecuting me for the past time, and for not protecting me, Anna is ready to pull out her sword and kill me right now, but I won’t let her do that.

No matter how crazy she was, this crazy bitch was stronger than Anna.

The same goes for my sister.

Of course, my sister is a wizard and witch powerful enough to put down this crazy bitch, but I didn’t want her to kill this woman.

My sister also holds back a lot of anger, and her father was a good father to her and will always remain a good father to my two siblings.

The anger that led to my father’s death was greater than mine, but it was by no means worse.

Looking at my older sister’s hand holding the staff trembling as if she was holding back the desire to tear Medea to death right now, she seemed to be furious, and at a time when my older sister would have broken her head, I decided to kill her. I could see how superhumanly patient he was.

The reason my sister is holding back now is because I will tell her, and I plan to impose ‘punishment’, so she is holding back. That’s not true. Considering how she dealt with Lavinia and the other consuls who said she would personally punish, I am the reason this woman is alive right now. It’s because I have to deal with it, not because she’s important.

And if I kill this woman, there will be no one in Magia who can ascend to the position of King of Magic, and this will only add to the confusion.

…

I don’t want to hear any bullshit like this crazy bitch loves her dad or did it for him or anything like that. And I didn’t want to use it to sell my father’s name and make him do crazy things.

There is only one thing for me to do.

Don’t kill

Many people probably thought that I was going to kill her.

Lorvain also told me, and Gilgamesh also told me.

-Would you like to become Magia’s magic king? If you have the power, it’s clear-

Lorvain said that, but I shook my head.

I didn’t want to stay in this disgusting place any longer, a place full of wild cats that had bitten my father.

And next is Gilgamesh’s message.

A story I heard from Enkidu as soon as I woke up.

-Gilgamesh told you Clark. Do you have any intention of becoming the King of Magia?

Naturally, I declined both.

The reason is simple.

Because my enemy has become clear.

After the devil, now he is a god.

…

Ha, really, why has my life become so twisted?

Let’s move on from that for now. Gilgamesh would definitely test me on this, and of course I didn’t care about this, nor did I want to worry about a woman who was nothing in my life anymore.

Now that I think about it, I know that Dick has many things to hide, and that he is a being more powerful than I imagined.

And I could see that it was a fairly old being who knew various ‘knowledges’.

At that time, there was a story that Dick told me at a time when I had no doubts other than interest in Dick’s stories that told of various out-of-field knowledge, cultural artifacts, and travel stories.

These are stories of people being punished in a place called ‘Tartalus’, a prison where sinners are punished after toying with and testing God.

One was a being called ‘Sisyphus’, and Sisyphus, who witnessed the supreme god kidnapping the daughter of the river god, blamed it on the river god, and the supreme god sent ‘Death’ to kill Sisyphus, who was a mortal who had betrayed him, but surprisingly, he died. This is a story about how they were locked up, and as a result, death did not exist in the world and all kinds of strange things happened.

In the end, I sent the god of war to rescue Death, and from then on, he died mercilessly, but I told the gods that the bereaved family did not even hold a funeral, so where is this law? Then, hold a funeral and come back. After that, punish the bereaved family who did not hold a funeral and come! After going this way, he eventually enjoyed heavenly life and returned to the underworld, and was later punished by the gods by rolling a rock to the top of the mountain.

A rock that has been rolled to the top continues to fall down and continues to roll.

Next is the story of ‘Tantalus’.

Since his father is the highest god, he is invited to the gods’ banquet, and at the banquet, he steals food from the gods to enjoy it with his acquaintances and to reveal the gods’ secrets.

And to test the wisdom of the gods, he killed his own son, boiled it as soup, and served it to the gods. He committed blasphemy to test the wisdom of the gods, stole from the gods, and even killed his own son.

Sisyphus died and went to Tartalus, but Tantalus was imprisoned without dying and suffered eternal hunger and thirst.

If you ask why I brought up these two stories, it goes without saying that I have no intention of ever forgiving Medea.

If there is a punishment suitable for Medea, who is still denying reality and trying to come towards me, I would probably choose the latter.

Eternal thirst and hunger.

The face and memory of my father, whom I long to see so much.

I decided to Geass on this one.

She is the King of Magic.

And a powerful wizard who was just below his father.

Naturally, casting Geass is normally very difficult.

But it is possible now.

…

Magic circuit.

And because my father’s magic circuit has settled into my body.

For me, after feasting on my father’s body, I unconsciously used the ‘magic circuit robbery’ to steal the magic circuit in my father’s body, which combined with the magic circuit I had previously created. By restoring overloaded circuits, it has more powerful output, precision, and detail.

Should I be happy about this?

At least I don’t think I can be completely happy.

Rather than something like this, it was better for my father to be alive.

After stealing the magic circuit, I thoroughly consumed my father’s body. I don’t know what the change was. If he only reacted to blood relatives, why didn’t he react to his older sister?

Would I be lucky if I didn’t react?

It was a father I had to save, a father I wanted to save, a father I had to save.

I killed his father.

Chewed it thoroughly.

And when I realized I had done that, I wanted to erase the memory. When I recognized it, I had an urge to erase the karma I had committed from my memory due to my disgust for what I had done and the ‘demonic nature’ hidden in my body.

But I decided not to delete it.

…If I delete it, what changes?

In the end, what I did doesn’t change.

A ‘reincarnated person’ who has taken over his father’s body due to his own helplessness.

And anger and revenge against the gods and priests who played such tricks with my father’s body, and those who drove my father to death.

I have a lot of work to do.

There is a lot of work to be done, and it must be done.

Even if I want to forget or deny it, I must remember this. It is something I must shoulder and something I must do.

And it is time to punish the bitch who caused my father’s death with that crazy obsession to fit that obsession.

“…!!”

And Medea finally came to her senses when I used magic.

But it was too late.

I immediately try to evade and dispel, but-

“What?!”

Is it possible to dispel it?

Naturally, thanks to my chatting with that damn demon lord, I made the magic technique and spell even more solid, and it is unbreakable. Even with my current sister, I never lose when I fight with magic. The past five years of Daejeong have strengthened me, and even while I was on the run for the past two years, I never let go of magic.

It’s the same thing about my body, but in the end, I’m not the type of person who gives up so quickly that I let go of magic.

Did he finally realize what was going on in his head?

I am familiar with various schools of thought other than solar magic. That’s natural. Do people use it when they are picky eaters?

My father told me that the method of digging only one well is the method of digging, but there are overlaps and applications that can be made by studying various things, and I have followed his education policy.

Naturally, it is the school of magic that I am the worst at using.

‘Enchant.’

As for magic that works on the mental plane, I really can’t handle it. That’s right, because even the slightest mistake will destroy the other person’s spirit.

I thought it was because I wasn’t used to it, but my mind was shattered even when the execution time was used for wizards’ magic experiments before the execution of the damn heinous criminals.

When fighting the Demon Lord’s army, it didn’t matter because there was no need for such things, just destroying them was enough, but of course they couldn’t torture or interrogate them.

When I think about it now, considering that there is something ‘devilish’ in my blood, and that I didn’t go crazy even after seeing my older sister, the ‘lambs’, and my original self, I am certain that I am not a sane person either.

There’s definitely something there, it hasn’t bloomed properly, but if you touch the other person’s mind, their mind will be completely shattered, as if you’re witnessing their latent ‘demonic nature’. This is good when using magic, but not so good when you need to delicately get information out of an enemy’s head.

To put it simply, you have to eat the snacks inside the sand castle, but it ends up being like a situation where you have to destroy the sand castle first to eat the snacks.

Of course, it doesn’t really matter if it’s a castle wall and not a sand castle.

Medea was such a wall, and naturally, by destroying part of her spirit, I erased all of her father’s images and memories from her head. Even if I see my father in front of my eyes, I can’t even recognize it, and I can’t even remember it.