Golden Sun Chronicles

Chapter 72

Golden Sun Chronicles

Wizard [Golden Sun] Clark – Dawn Bringer.I participated in the expedition and worked hard to kill the demon lord, but this world has long since become a mess due to an accident caused by the Goddess of Creation, and I have to clean up that shit.Holy shit.

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Chapter 72 – 72. The Mandrake Who Doesn’t Cry (1)

Akashic Records.

And the ancient library. Knowledge warehouse. First of all, let me say a word about the ancient library containing this vast amount of data. It was not the library I was familiar with.

A sphere imprinted with a hand. And the method of connecting by flowing magical energy into the sphere. And it is a method of moving one’s consciousness into it and acquiring the information therein. Naturally, there are people who go crazy because their minds are overloaded by the vast amount of knowledge, so it is worth acknowledging the vast amount of information.

I found out about this because I heard it from my older sister, and she said she accessed it.

She was a member of Gehenna, a powerful witch who even surpassed Septem Malephysis and the Great Witch. Although she was a witch for a short period of time, she was able to look into these Akashic Records thanks to the Archdemon’s dark favor.

And as soon as I entered the tomb, I found Baphomet dying inside. Of course.

It’s a place guarded by the scariest being, and of course what if that thing doesn’t care about you?

That he had no interest in anything other than killing me. Or maybe you went along with killing me.

If so, this would explain why Baphomet is waiting inside here.

They were all dying, and even though they were all dying at the same time, the Great Devil kept his presence hidden until the end, perhaps because he was the Great Devil.

“…Ugh…Sigh…This…Why…Why here…The ‘craftsman of darkness’…!”

The same goes for the demilich I mentioned earlier, and the same goes for Baphomet.

It seems like they call Nia a ‘worker of darkness’, but Nia definitely wears her clothes well. She deserves to be called a journeyman.

Well, of course.

When I look at Nia, wearing a flowy gothic dress and clinging to me, she looks like a painting. I have a formal master-slave relationship. After choosing to be subordinate to me through a contract, rather than turning into a spider, he chose to cling to me like this.

At the same time, she catches the assailant who catches her senses, traps him with a black spider web, and beats him.

Baphomet was immediately captured without me having to do anything further.

I wonder if spiders are really good at keeping an eye on their surroundings. Seeing the spider webs that come out from across the dimension at any time reminds me of a cat that loves red bean bread and is afraid of mice.

Hmm.

“Nia, do you like red bean bread?”

“Red bean bread?”

…Or not.

Now that I think about it, I don’t know what Nia would eat in her current state. Until now, she has never seen Nia eat, so she doesn’t know.

Baphomet beats a powerful enemy called Demilich and dies after being beaten by his older sister.

It looks like the horns were cut off and one was broken.

Looking at it being burned, corroded, and eroded here and there, it was really beaten to pieces. I could understand why my sister said that one hit of this would kill me.

This is a real slut.

My sister must have been quite upset too.

Even after a month, the wound still hasn’t healed.

No, as if it was hindering the recovery itself, the blood and flames engraved on that body were still consuming Baphomet. And it certainly looked painful, even from my point of view when I came to pick it up.

Even though I was thinking about doing this, I guess I can’t do this. I feel like this.

Of course, he deserved it, but even so, when I saw him suffering and dying, I felt like I knew what it meant that my sister had done everything right.

This is torture that I know is nothing to worry about.

Gawain also saw this and looked at me and said.

“This is the first time in my life that I’ve felt sorry for a devil. Isn’t this… Too tattered?”

This means that my heart has already been completely shattered. Moreover, the same goes for the body. There is no need to torture me further here.

I knew it instinctively.

This is over without any further pain or suffering.

But that doesn’t mean you have to be able to endure punishment.

Of course, I can’t forgive the damn goat who tried to rape a woman who didn’t like him.

“It’s been a while, Baphomet. I’m the Golden Sun. You know why I came here without having to tell you, right?”

“Kkkk… Boy… Are you here to kill me?”

“It must be hard to survive. Do you want me to kill you in a more painful way? Or do you just want to hang me? Or do you want to try harder?”

I think I know roughly how my sister attacked Baphomet. And I quietly listen to the words of this Baphomet, who still shows hostility towards me. It was a loser’s struggle anyway, and of course I had what this goat guy couldn’t get.

And I asked once out of courtesy, but of course the words I got back were not very nice.

From the beginning, without any love whatsoever, he saw his older sister as his seedbed from beginning to end, and of course he was distraught at not having gotten that. That too in front of me.

And I was savoring it with regret, and it was absolutely disgusting. Even though everyone is dying, they still want my sister.

“You don’t know. How much potential your sister has! That she has a body fit for holding a demon! That body. That sweet, beautiful, fantastic body…!!!! I would offer something like that to a brat like you. I can’t allow that. You- why on earth would you-!!!”

And also to fucking disparage my woman by saying she doesn’t suit me.

Normally, when something like this is attacked, I’m such a nasty person that I can’t even cut it without giving it back.

Naturally, what is the most effective word here?

“…You will never accept that. You cannot handle that-“

Hmm.

What did Dick say then?

This is a story about once, once, I experienced NTR with a really bad internal injury.

Now that I think about it, he admitted that it was his father, which made him hate NTR even more, so maybe this is right.

That’s what needs to be said.

“You guys are such a witch.”

“…!!!”

Oh-

It felt like this. Is this a bit like the golden sun?

Of course, I fucked my sister, but I couldn’t eat this goat, so you’re angry, you kid? It sounds like this. Naturally, I have never really regarded my older sister as a trophy, and I treat her with respect.

Of course, saying something like this is really rude to my sister, so I will apologize later.

…That’s right, right?

In the first place, my sister is not even my property. She is a woman I want to cherish and cherish, not my trophy.

That’s the story.

And Gawain, who followed me in, listened to me and looked at me with a completely rotten expression on his face, and Solias and Adramelech did the same. Well, he also has blonde hair and his skin has become a bit darker due to being a demon, but he is still kind to women as he is a knight, and of course he is a gentleman who protects women and respects their free will with the spirit of chivalry.

Solias what-

I really hate it when people call me the God of Creation even if I don’t say anything.

Well, I guess I hate it even more because I have a history of calling the Elder God because I don’t want the humans to be taken away by monsters, only to get the reverse.

But still.

At the very least, if she treats the other person like a shit, she should be prepared to feel like a shit herself.

Didn’t I tell you?

That shit is mutual exchange.

You fucking goat.

Of course, everyone knows that this sexy woman is mine, and you cannot take advantage of it. As long as I stop you, you will never be able to touch your sister for the rest of your life.

Naturally, looking at the bloodshot eyes, it looks like he’s really angry all the way to the end, and the more he gets there, the more bloody the flames become.

The blood salt is eating away at Baphomet’s body.

Pirani burning like a flame.

I mean, this is cool too.

Blood burning and gradually eroding the body. And the painful, corroding figure was slowly corroding Baphomet, and as I watched it, I also felt an uncontrollable appetite rising up.

Just as the dark spirits left here were absorbed by me, I can also consume this.

And I knew that this was a gift my sister left for me.

I heard that goat is good for stamina.

I really love and appreciate each and every one of these things.

“Well, that’s right. She’s an attractive woman that anyone would like. Well, I’d like to tell you a story about what our relationship is like. Do you want to listen?”

“…Shut up!!!!”

And it appears to be shaking to escape from the spider web. You try to move your hands to not listen, to block your ears, to pick them, but you have no choice in the first place, you goat.

That’s right, isn’t it?

If you covet what belongs to others, you’re just screwed, you bitch.

“Oh, don’t be like that. Since you didn’t get it, you should at least get some satisfaction instead. Isn’t that right? No, there’s something else. It’s like the so-called imaginary daughter… Oh, sorry. Tsk tsk- “You can’t take care of your daughter now, right?”

To put it simply, when a person becomes evil, there is no limit to how evil he can become. And of course, I continue to talk to this goat, who is angry because the object he wants, the mother he wants, has been taken away from me. I decided to tell you about my older sister’s lovely side.

Of course, what is the point of letting people know that we had sex?

“Ever since I was little, my older sister has always acted as a mother to me, who grew up without a mother. In fact, my older sister was a child at the time, and similarly, my older sister’s mother ran away after giving birth to my older sister. “You can’t tell me how angry he got when he saw a kid younger than him being beaten and bullied because his skin was dark, even while he was in so much pain.”

And at that time, we were beating each other up, and my father knew that it wasn’t right, and he personally taught us that he was a baby-cuckoldist and that he was a foot-pounder.

Don’t cry.

That you didn’t do anything wrong.

And he preached to me that I should be taught that if you do something like that, you will be punished, and my sister also went around hitting people who were bothering me.

Of course, my older sister couldn’t use magic at that time.

“My older sister, who can’t even use magic, got hit by someone who only knew how to use magic at a rudimentary level, and even though she was in pain, she was getting angry and trying to fight for my younger brother who was irritated and sad. I was the first to beat that bastard who used magic on my older sister. “For the sake of my family, my sister went against someone stronger than her to protect me, and I had to become stronger because I had a sister like her.”

And the result is who I am today.

There was no need to be annoyed or depressed.

If you do something stupid for no reason, you have to give it a reason.

And not only do I have to be protected by my sister, I also have to protect her.

Despite this, my sister, who still tries to live for me, says she can’t use magic.

For my older sister, who could not use regular arcane spells and was talented in black magic, curses, and sorcery, I tried my hand at black magic, and after researching various things, I realized that my older sister had to learn black magic, curses, and sorcery in Gehenna.

My older sister trying to learn magic for me.

When I was depressed and wondering why I couldn’t do it, I thought about entering Gehenna for my sister, just as she had protected me, helped me, and surrounded me with love.

I tried to subdue the perverts who were eating me and trying to extract power from my sister, trying not to kill them as much as possible, and even the archwitch Elena and the archdemon Baphomet came and looked at my sister.

“…She was a woman who became another mother to me, who had no parents and had only family to rely on. Isn’t she really attractive? Even though she was sick, she suffered for the sake of someone who was sicker than her. “The kind of woman who perseveres and devotes herself. I think this is a very attractive woman and one I want to have sex with… Well, that’s why I did it.”

“…You don’t know the excellence of that bitch’s mother- such trivial feelings-“

“I feel sorry for you who don’t know the greatness of love~”

This really sounds like something a devil with a head full of sex would use to corrupt all witches. And I don’t feel sorry for this goat who doesn’t know love…

This is just a joke.

Of course, whether this bastard knew about her love or not, it doesn’t matter that he prevented her from going home to someone else’s family, and that he dared to target my woman.

Moche, whatever.

Baphomet seems to have vaguely figured out my sister’s true identity, and considering that my relationship with my sister resulted in children with identities called Nug and Yev, and considering the potential of those children, Baphomet’s judgment was not wrong.

But that’s it.

“You’re ignoring that because you’re sick of those petty feelings.”

“…Kkkk, you don’t know. The gods next to you…The God of Creation and…Elder God…Break their rule… To resurrect the ‘old master’… There is no mother better than her… With your power alone, you cannot change anything in this world. You… Purify this world. For the sake of it, against the greater good…”

It’s the old owner.

If there is a being that Baphomet could call his old master, what would it be?

And Solias seems to have noticed something, and Via likewise looks at me after hearing Baphomet’s last words and as if she has something to say.

And I reach for it.

Golden thread, and magic power.

Use it to concentrate your attention and power, just like when you defeated the dark spirits.

And at that moment – golden threads begin to pierce Baphomet’s body.

“Krrrrldap!”

Baphomet begins to scream in pain. Screaming so loudly that the tomb echoes, the blood flame begins to rapidly corrode Baphomet’s body through my golden threads and begins to be absorbed into me.

This blood salt prepared just for me was helping my ‘digestion’, and I was devouring Baphomet’s power and soul.

“Well, that’s fine. No matter what comes out, you’re a failed idiot… And I’m alive now. But no matter how much you do that, what am I going to do?”

Yes, there must have been a purpose.

If someone has to be sacrificed for that ‘great’ purpose…

No, before that.

More than that, it was this goat who prevented news from home from reaching my sister.

“Then fuck you. You’re hiding what’s in my house. It’s a dog. Then I have to go through.

I’m trying to soak someone else’s house, but if you step in, you have to search it too. In the end, no matter how damned your cause is, if you helped destroy someone else’s family for the sake of your own purpose, you are still a person who should be hunted down.

What’s so fucking funny is that people who rummage around like this are all preaching that their cause is important.

Fuck you guys, isn’t it important to live in someone else’s house?

Living in my own home is also a cause for me, you bastards.

And isn’t it right that you should be prepared to break the pot if you force it?

Despite my thoughts, Baphomet collapsed and its soul was deliciously digested and absorbed into me…

Thanks to this, I was able to recover most of the power consumed by the soul spark used in the fight with the demilich earlier and increase it to the total amount.

Hmm.

They say goat is good for energy, so there’s a reason why.

And Gawain looked at me and said.

“…What is it, you and your sister…”

“She’s a half-sister.”

In fact, even if they were siblings, I think my older sister would have rushed in to eat them.

“And Mordred is also King Arthur’s son with his half-sister.”

“…”

This guy is in no position to talk to anyone in the first place.

Well, what can you do if your family tree is like that?

Besides, it’s not like half-siblings can’t get married.

“Didn’t you say you had a fiancee?”

“He hit me in the back.”

“…Ah.”

Naturally, the back of my head really hurt.

Golden Sun Chronicles

Wizard [Golden Sun] Clark – Dawn Bringer.I participated in the expedition and worked hard to kill the demon lord, but this world has long since become a mess due to an accident caused by the Goddess of Creation, and I have to clean up that shit.Holy shit.

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