I Became a Hunter with the Heavenly Slaughter Star Trait. - Chapter 90
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Episode 90
Episode 90
“…Adopted son?”
Perhaps because it was such a shocking story.
The Emperor stared blankly at Lee Tae-pyeong.
Adopted son?
The Emperor is an elf,
and Lee Tae-pyeong is human.
But adopted son?
Had he gone mad from inheriting Alteion’s blood?
“Do you know what you’re saying right now?”
The Emperor asked seriously, suspecting his mind might have broken.
However, Lee Tae-pyeong met the Emperor’s eyes with clear eyes as always and nodded.
“You’ll make me your adopted son.”
“I will? You?”
“Yes.”
Heooo.
A sigh like a lament escaped.
Had he gone mad from inheriting the blood?
Or had he been mad even before inheriting the blood?
‘Why did Alteion’s blood go to such a person…’
From the Emperor’s perspective, this was tragedy itself.
The Emperor had lived for hundreds of years and had never experienced ‘regret’.
But this time, he was regretting having made the human drink the blood of memories out of greed for his talent.
But who could have predicted it?
That Alteion’s memories would be inherited by a mere human…
That a mere human would teach the Emperor regret!
“Don’t worry.”
“…”
“I don’t mean to kill all your children and take over this empire.”
Lee Tae-pyeong smiled at the Emperor as if to reassure him.
Not knowing that this made the Emperor even more afraid.
“And.”
“…”
“There’s no reason I should do that either.”
“…”
“Not yet.”
Lee Tae-pyeong was clever.
It was true that Lee Tae-pyeong had inherited Alteion’s memories.
However,
he didn’t yet possess power that surpassed the Emperor.
If he had, Lee Tae-pyeong would have already killed the Emperor the moment he tried to stab him.
‘Not yet.’
Lee Tae-pyeong was viewing the situation coldly and objectively.
If he cornered the Emperor too much,
he would eventually give up Alteion’s blood and kill him.
Lee Tae-pyeong knew this well.
There was no way to defeat the Emperor right now.
Lee Tae-pyeong was still in a state where he couldn’t overcome the limitations of a human body.
Moreover, this place wasn’t Earth or the Tower, but the ‘Elven Empire’.
It might be different if it were a situation where they stripped off their ranks and fought in the Tower.
But in this place where all the achievements gained from the Tower moved under the Emperor’s command,
defeating the Emperor was impossible.
In such a situation, challenging the Emperor to a fight?
‘That would be stupid.’
Then what should he do?
The answer was simple.
He should use this current situation.
This situation where Lee Tae-pyeong absolutely had to have the advantage.
“If I become your adopted son.”
“…”
“You won’t have to stupidly listen to complaints about having ‘Alteion’s blood’ stolen with your eyes wide open.”
“…!”
“And I too, as one who possesses ‘Alteion’s blood’, can be guaranteed safety, right?”
“That’s…”
“Hey, let’s speak frankly. You know the fanatics will cause a riot trying to retrieve ‘Alteion’s blood’, right?”
“…”
“I’m telling you in advance, I won’t die alone?”
“…”
“I’ll eat that precious inheritance of yours and die, even if I have to commit suicide.”
Lee Tae-pyeong grinned and made a gesture of slitting his throat.
Though blasphemous remarks continued,
the Emperor couldn’t respond with a single word.
‘What can you do if I take it for free?’
Because everything Lee Tae-pyeong said was right.
“Think about it carefully.”
In fact, it wasn’t even a matter that needed thinking.
There would be backlash for adopting a ‘human’ as a son,
but that was a problem that could be sufficiently suppressed with the Emperor’s authority.
But ‘Alteion’s blood’ was different.
Losing this was tantamount to losing the future of the Elven Empire.
Making an enemy of Lee Tae-pyeong like this
was the same as making an enemy of the future Lee Tae-pyeong who would become powerful with Alteion’s blood.
‘Even now he’s powerful enough to easily sweep away most elves…’
What if he grew even more from here?
The Emperor’s mind raced quickly.
And at the end of it, when he saw the image of the Elven Empire engulfed in the flames of destruction.
“…Fine.”
The Emperor had no choice.
The path Lee Tae-pyeong presented.
There was nothing else.
“However, the position of successor…”
“Ah, I’m not interested in that either.”
Lee Tae-pyeong waved his hands in disgust.
His attitude that such a thing was utterly useless actually made the Emperor feel indignant.
“…I will soon announce you as my adopted son.”
Of course there would be backlash.
But it was better than having ‘Alteion’s blood’ stolen.
Moreover,
if he could join hands with Lee Tae-pyeong and help the Elven Empire grow…
It wouldn’t be a loss.
A human who passed the promotion trials with legendary-level skills.
Who even inherited the Blood of Alteion.
If Lee Tae-pyeong, who only had more growth ahead of him, became the Emperor’s ‘adopted son’…
In the future, it would become an achievement worthy of praise.
The Emperor was already calculating that far ahead.
If he hadn’t, Lee Tae-pyeong’s head would have flown the moment he mentioned becoming an adopted son.
“From now on, you are my adopted son, granted equal authority with the other successors.”
“Hmm.”
“There will always be a place for you in the Empire, and anyone who dares despise you as a mere human will be cut down by me, your father, first.”
“Mm, mm.”
Lee Tae-pyeong nodded as if satisfied.
“Very well, ‘Father’.”
Lee Tae-pyeong smiled shamelessly and extended his hand to the Emperor.
“…Yes, my son.”
The Emperor had no choice but to grasp that hand.
* * *
Various items and magic stones poured into my inventory in a rush.
Wow.
This many magic stones?
Won’t my inventory burst?
Even running the Tower a hundred times wouldn’t earn me this much.
He’s giving me all of this??
-Glance.
When I looked at Narin, she quickly explained.
“This is absolutely not a large amount, Lord Tae-pyeong.”
“What?”
I was thinking of selling some because it was too much.
Not a large amount?
“The Successor’s Sword requires large amounts of magic stones when it ‘grows’.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes. The Successor’s Sword grows together with its master, and the stronger it becomes, the more magic stones it needs.”
“I see.”
“His Majesty must have anticipated that your sword would need many magic stones to grow and gave you this amount considering it might be insufficient.”
Ah.
So depending on how I do,
this sword could devour all the magic stones.
“Isn’t the cost-effectiveness a bit poor?”
Tsk.
As I examined the sword with a displeased expression,
Narin looked at me with a pale face.
She seemed unable to believe I was complaining about cost-effectiveness
in front of a legendary weapon only successors could receive.
“Th-that’s…”
“I’m joking, just joking.”
“Ah, hahaha. I knew you were.”
For Narin’s mental health(?), I threw her a reasonable lie.
Then I tossed her a [Supreme Recovery Potion].
“L-Lord Tae-pyeong!”
“Drink it.”
“Thank you…!!!”
Narin looked at me with a moved expression.
Tsk tsk.
Her face was still all swollen.
Like an orc rather than an elf.
-Gulp, gulp.
After drinking the potion, Narin’s face looked much better.
She diligently organized the tribute for me.
Even completed setting up the [Resonance Stone] for communication.
“Now you can summon me anytime.”
“To the Tower?”
“Yes. Dimensional travel is also possible, but that consumes magic stones…”
I see.
Anyway, this worked out well.
When my teammates are resting to conserve stamina,
I can call Narin and run Tower rounds.
It’s like having a Tower conquest slave I can use without worrying about stamina.
Jackpot!
“Are you done organizing everything?”
“Yes!”
“You said you separated all the decorations and jewelry, right?”
“Yes!”
In the corner, sculptures, accessories, and shiny things were piled up.
Something about elven craftsman this and that.
They’re useless to me.
Elven clothing? Accessories? Jewelry?
I can’t wear this stuff in reality.
“You take that.”
“…Pardon?”
“I have no use for it, so you take it.”
“Par…don?”
“If it’s useless, sell it.”
“B-but those are all gifts from His Majesty…”
Tsk.
-Thud!
Narin knelt down and bowed.
“Thank you! Thank you, Lord Tae-pyeong!”
Making such a fuss over something trivial.
Well.
I guess she has no choice.
I hadn’t been interested in elves until now, so I didn’t know.
But from what I heard, by elf standards, Narin is dirt poor.
Making it to the promotion trials without backing was a miracle itself?
Poor thing.
Since she was willing to sacrifice her life for me,
now I should become her backing.
“Stop being cringy and get up.”
“Yes!”
“Now I just need to greet the Emperor… No, Father, and then I can go, right?”
“Yes. He says he’s already waiting.”
“Let’s go.”
I headed to the audience chamber with Narin’s guidance.
The elf attendants glancing at me sideways.
Their eyes showed disbelief,
but what could they do?
The Emperor had already acknowledged me as his son.
There would be resistance from the nobles and elders.
Well, that’s not my concern.
It’s the Emperor’s job to handle that.
“…You’ve come.”
As I entered the audience chamber, the Emperor was waiting for me.
“Did you like my gift?”
“Yes, Father.”
Me, who grew up as an orphan my whole life and never once said the word ‘Father.’
I was calling the Emperor of the Elven Empire ‘Father.’
You live long enough to see everything.
“Though the beginning wasn’t good.”
“…”
“I consider gaining you as a son to be a ‘blessing.'”
Had he sorted out his feelings?
The Emperor’s voice sounded quite sincere.
“I thought someone who could inherit the Blood of Alteion might never appear again…”
“…”
“But in the end, you came to find me like this.”
“…”
“This too must be fate.”
-Snap.
When the Emperor snapped his fingers,
-Craaaack.
Space split open with a strange sound.
“Now I shall send you back to Earth.”
Finally going back.
I’m dying to eat home cooking.
“Even though you’ll be among those lowly humans.”
Like the kimchi stew Do Sang-jin makes.
“Remember that you are this Emperor’s son.”
Spam and fried eggs!
“Do not forget.”
I should ask him to make some as soon as I get back.
“…Are you listening?”
“Ah, yes. Of course. I’m listening to everything.”
-Gulp.
I swallowed the saliva that had gathered in my mouth and looked up at the Emperor.
“Don’t worry and stay healthy…”
“…”
“…No, take care of yourself.”
I grinned and waved my hand toward the Emperor.
“Father.”
With those words as my last, I threw myself into the spatial rift.
-Swoosh!
Now let’s go eat some home cooking!
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