Chapter 199 – Wolf, Alexander, and Morbius (5)

The banquet hall was as quiet as a rat. The naked dancers and dirty priests looked at Alexander and Petunia Titti alternately, but did not dare to open their mouths.

Their silence contained many questions.

Who is that woman What the hell is going on?

“Petunia. Hey, how did you get here?”

Alexander asked with a puzzled face. When I saw her at her funeral, though she was cold, she still believed them to be her allies. But now Petunia Titi’s face was full of contempt and anger. She was holding back her anger, purring her lips as if she had been insulted.

“Let’s talk. Alexander.”

Petunia Titi once again gave her own business. After hearing her repeated requests, Alexander realized that she only wanted one thing. Food around, corrupt priests, and contemptuous eyes.

Alexander looked around and smiled.

“Ah, my friend. Some of you might have seen it at the funeral, but he’s a very good elf friend… First of all, I feel like I need to talk a little bit. Let’s leave the banquet for a while. Now, let’s all enjoy a drink.”

Alexander spoke leisurely, but there was no composure on his face. The slightly trembling hands and reddened ears made me guess his emotional state. The priests made eye contact with the women or looked at the food spread on the floor.

Dirty things that were invisible in the atmosphere of the banquet suddenly began to come into view. The priest who was eating the food pushed the bowl in and sighed, and the priest who was holding the woman pushed the woman away with a distraught face.

The shrewd woman said no more about the house, and some hid herself in her corner with a sigh of her secret relief.

Alexander moved his steps beyond the Patunan atmosphere to his room. Petunia Titi moves along with Alexander, and thought no word could describe this building better than point-and-drop. A banquet hall where only human degenerates gather, with no one there and the guards openly humiliated.

And now, I was facing a room where all of the luxury and pleasure that humans can enjoy is concentrated. Petunia Titti saw a painting by a famous painter she knew hanging in his room, and she saw a gold-plated statue and expensive wines used as decorations.

In his office, the only thing proving that he was a saint was a cross.

A gold-plated cross.

Petunia Titi thought that the brilliant gold might be pure gold.

“Sit down.”

Alexander said, pushing the office chair forward. Petunia shook her head resolutely at his suggestion.

“It’s okay.”

Alexander looked uncomfortable at her cold treatment. Rather than verbally express how he feels, he decides to sit roughly in his chair. Then he looked up at Petunia Titi and asked.

“So, why did you interrupt my banquet? Petunia Titi. In the meantime, I couldn’t even see my face properly. It’s too sudden.”

Alexander had the urge to joke, ‘Did you miss me?’ Petunia Titi clenched his fists, expecting him to add a nasty joke, but nothing happened.

The two of them knew quite a bit about each other as they had been on adventures together for a long time. However, Titi, who punched her before the joke even popped out, became a little more mature human being, and Alexander, who made fun of her mouth all the time, learned to take care of himself.

The relationship between the two was as twisted as the two of them had grown.

Said Petunia Titti.

“I heard your rumors. I heard you only pick and choose trashy things.”

“It’s nonsense. They are all dukes.”

Petunia Titti thought his excuse was absurd.

“So, was what I just witnessed a smoke screen or something? They flirt with killing a decent priest, take her father hostage and blackmail a woman. What is it? Trash bastard.”

Alexander rolled his eyes. I had heard Petunia Titi say ‘trash’, ‘dirty’, and ‘fat pig’ many times, but it never hurt my heart as much as now. Said Alexander.

“…I should live while having a little fun. Have you been struggling all this time? Uh?”

“You were a warrior. Alexander. That you were a warrior He was a brave man who defeated the demon lord together with Wolf and improved confidently.”

Alexander was uncomfortable with her comments. All the more so because she knew what she was here for. I hate to hear a story with an obvious ending. She would give her advice on how to live rightly, and Alexander would either shake her head at those words or spit vile rationalizations, finding a way out somehow.

As they seem to intersect each other, they become parallel lines that bend in strange directions, and the two will stand on opposite ends.

Alexander knew how such a story would end. So Alexander did not want to discuss this subject with Petunia Titi.

“You don’t know, but originally this church is also a place where you have to do everything for politics. Really have to do anything. Huh? How did I get donations and how did I paint the exterior of the church? How did you increase the number of members of the Holy Knights? I have a really hard life too.”

“You know that’s nonsense, right?”

Alexander laughed at Titi’s sharp reply. After all, don’t we just talk to each other like this? When Petunia Titi saw that laugh, she shouted even more fiercely.

“Are you laughing? Quit it now tell me to stop live like a human Because you can do anything. Live a little better Is it that hard to do something nice for people? Is it really that hard to give up a little of your possessions now?”

If I could have killed Alexander, I would have killed him a long time ago. It would have been possible to pierce the middle of the forehead with a single arrow and kill them instantly, and to kill them one by one while the embarrassed priests were buzzing. The dancers, who have only come out to dance, will only scream in embarrassment and will not be able to do anything about it, and will not find her shadow until Petunia Titi is gone.

Petunia Titi was a woman who could do that.

But she didn’t.

Alexander was a colleague. His filthy and corrupt appearance was hateful and unpleasant, but on the other hand, it made me feel sorry for him. Petunia Titi had once heard of Alexander’s past. Dirty family fighting and forced castration at a young age.

The days when I was confined to solitary confinement without any power and memorizing sutras. The days of drinking like a backroom old man at the local church.

And Wolf, who changed that life.

Petunia Titi knew where Alexander’s lust for power came from. She knew a lot of the good things about him. He was someone who couldn’t see people dying before his eyes, and he was always willing to heal others. He was greedy for food, but for the sake of his comrades he generously shared his food, and in times of danger he risked his life to advance.

Moment by moment of their journey as her ally, he erased the option of murder from her mind.

“Even if you try to convince me, it is useless. I mean in the first place I don’t remember, but the first time we talked about dreams, I made it clear. I have told you many times that I will rise to the position of a saint and live happily!”

And now there sat a squawking pig. Her glimpse of her Alexander saddened her. She raised her voice as much as Alexander screamed at her.

“Eat in moderation! I’m afraid you’ll get hit with a knife like this! Uh? There are not one or two people who want to kill you, so how do you eat things like this to cover your back? Don’t you notice anything? Any ideas?”

Alexander narrowed his brows when he said he was worried about his death. He didn’t get angry even when he was called a dirty pig, but he was enraged at the words that worried about his safety.

“I am Saint Alexander! Who can kill me Who will respond to Hero Wolf’s authority and power? Come if you dare kill me! I’ll smash everyone’s head!”

Petunia Titti felt like talking to a wall. The man who said he wanted to lead a dirty and filthy life confidently no longer looked like a colleague. Several times his hand moved toward his back pocket and bow, then dropped again.

The thought that she had to kill him and the things that saved her life because of him alternated between her thoughts. Said Petunia.

“Alexander. Please. Huh? Stop. I mean try to be a little better person. Uh?”

Petunia Titi thought about the demons that were targeting Hero’s party. I wanted Alexander to be a little nicer before they did anything. Any good person.

Someone with a little bit of goodness, so that she can use that one goodness as an excuse to draw a bow at the demons.

Alexander looked at the weeping Petunia Titi. As he rolled his eyes at his thoughtful face, he softened his expression. The room that had been filled with heat was instantly filled with cold.

Said Alexander.

“…Meet Wolfna. You’ll be happy to hear that you’re here.”

Petunia Titi turned her body. Alexander did not send her to her. He heard the office door slam shut, and Alexander rubbed his face in irritation.

“Patience.”

Alexander felt a little unfair about her anger.

Why get so angry when you’ve only dipped your toe in a luxury that everyone else enjoyed?

The reason he was in trouble now was not because of extravagance. It was because he was under political attack because of a series of blunders in the North and in the Amaranth Monastery.

If you get rid of a few straight-headed priests, you can go back to normal. Even if you use luxury like now, you can build solid power that no one says anything about.

Alexander thought so and nodded his head.

The warning that Petunia Titi had shouted was to be erased from her memory.

Because everyone has someone in their heart that they want to kill.

It’s just a matter of being able to run it.

Alexander looked out the window and muttered something he couldn’t quite understand.

“Petunia. You didn’t come to our party with an innocent heart either.”

Of course, those words did not reach Petunia Titi and just faded away like candlelight.