I Will Buy Divine Power With Money! - Chapter 201

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Lute looked down at his translucent body.

How long has it been since I had a dream?

When he was very young, around the time he first started suffering from inexplicable pain, he used to dream often.

Dreams filled with vague hope that since the pain had started suddenly, perhaps one day it would disappear just as inexplicably.

But as the pain worsened day by day instead of improving, Lute eventually abandoned hope, and after that, he never dreamed even once.

Yet here he was, having a dream for the first time in ages on the very day he received a stronger blessing from Ordel.

He was genuinely curious about what kind of content it would contain.

“….”

But this was completely unexpected.

At first, everything flowed exactly the same as his nauseating life.

The sudden onset of illness, the heart pain that grew stronger with age.

Even his parents, who had been busy running around secretly searching for ways to cure their son’s disease.

His disappointment at the dream that seemed like a life review, nakedly reflecting his existence, was only momentary.

Soon he noticed something strange.

The Sun God’s Main Temple he had visited to obtain the Holy Relic of Light.

The Ordel he knew wasn’t there.

Cold eyes, irritated expression, sharp tone, indifferent attitude.

Ordel had passed him off to Airic as if he were a bother.

That scene was deeply shocking.

Not simply because she had ignored him.

The Ordel in the dream wasn’t the Ordel he loved.

It wasn’t just a change in personality—she was truly a different person.

Ordel wasn’t the only thing different from reality.

“This is the Holy Relic of Light.”

Unlike reality, the Holy Relic of Light was handed to him through High Priest Airic.

The Lute in the dream paid a reasonable price and returned to the Duke’s Mansion.

Surprisingly, when he grasped the Holy Relic of Light, the pain gradually subsided.

“Thank goodness, truly thank goodness. God has helped you.”

Trisha and Mikhail burst into tears.

They even sent a donation to the Sun God’s Main Temple out of gratitude.

However, Lute couldn’t watch the dream’s events with a peaceful mind.

As expected, problems arose before long.

The pain relief was only temporary.

The pain started again.

And it was much stronger than before.

Now even drugs didn’t work, and he screamed so frequently that even the Duke’s Mansion employees began to notice.

The true tragedy began during that year’s Harvest Festival.

The Harvest Festival that Lute had been unable to attend due to his worsening pain.

There, Trisha and Mikhail fell into the enemy’s trap and lost their lives.

And they were caught by enemies who had used Lute’s illness as bait.

The dark cabin.

In front of the pale-faced Bizra Karneus, Trisha was the first to be poisoned by the toxin Jessi Lunata had administered.

Trisha tried to resist, but eventually her mind was consumed by darkness.

She attacked Bizra and Mikhail.

“Shasha, no! Please!”

Mikhail despaired.

If Trisha went outside like this, she would clearly harm people indiscriminately.

There was only one way to prevent massive damage and preserve her honor.

To kill her.

In the end, Mikhail had no choice but to kill Trisha with his own hands, shedding tears of blood.

But the tragedy didn’t end there.

Mikhail, who had despaired after killing Trisha, was also poisoned, and eventually he asked Bizra to help Lute before taking his own life.

“….”

Faced with the vivid deaths of his parents, the real Lute couldn’t say anything.

The scene was so different from what he had experienced that words wouldn’t come.

His mother who had grown cold and his father who had died holding her hand tightly.

Even though it hadn’t happened in reality, his heart ached and Lute clutched his chest.

A pain worse than the agony he had suffered his entire life pounded his heart—no, his entire body.

It was even more painful because he could guess the other reason his father had killed the mother he loved more than his own life.

If Trisha had killed Bizra, not only the two of them but Lute would also have been executed for regicide.

To protect his son, Mikhail had sacrificed both his wife’s life and his own.

“Ugh.”

Unable to bear it any longer, Lute covered his mouth.

It was clearly a dream, this wasn’t reality, so why was it so painful?

He should just dismiss it as a nightmare, but why couldn’t he do that….

The dream continued.

Jessi Lunata casually framed them, claiming that Trisha and Mikhail had tried to kill Bizra, but Bizra desperately defended them, allowing the two to preserve their honor.

However, Bizra couldn’t protect herself.

She pointed to Jessi Lunata as the culprit who killed the two, but it didn’t work due to the Crown Prince’s protection.

Instead, Crown Prince Felix restricted Bizra’s freedom, claiming she seemed to be under great psychological shock.

Bizra couldn’t keep her promise to Mikhail to help Lute.

“Ha, ridiculous.”

Lute let out a bitter laugh.

Knowing that Bizra was innocent and that Felix was truly a minion of ‘Evil,’ all of this looked like an absurd play.

With this one plan, Felix had managed to reduce Siery’s power and place Bizra, a target of surveillance, under his watch.

At the same time, he had even broken the spirit of Lute, the master of Siery—it truly was a brilliant plan.

After losing his parents, the him in the dream gradually began hearing voices.

〖Accept my power. Then all pain will disappear.〗

〖Don’t you want revenge? Dedicate everything to me. Then I will grant you revenge.〗

〖Only I can help you.〗

〖You have nothing left now.〗

At first, he thought he was going insane.

As the pain intensified, the voice grew louder, and when he could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy.

Jun Rudmin, the deputy head of Lumen Trading Guild who was the only one supporting him, was assassinated.

With Jun, who had been acting in his place when daily life became impossible, also dead, the Lute in the dream finally gave up everything.

He tried to kill himself, but having been consumed by dark stains due to the Holy Relic of Light, he couldn’t even die.

He had only one choice left.

The path of accepting everything from ‘Evil.’

That day, ‘Lute Sieri’ died.

By the hand of ‘Evil.’

〖From now on, you are mine.〗

〖Your will, freedom, even your life—everything is completely mine.〗

With the giggling laughter of a demon, pitch-black darkness swallowed him whole.

The terrible pain that had tormented him his entire life disappeared instantly, making it seem laughable, but it wasn’t refreshing.

He just felt dazed, as if holes had been drilled in his brain.

Thus Lute was reduced to a slave and tool of ‘Evil.’

Without even knowing that ‘Evil’ was the very culprit who had killed his parents and Jun.

“…This is absurd.”

To think they had put in such long effort to obtain just that one thing.

He was almost impressed by their sinister obsession.

The scene that followed was like a monochrome play.

His appearance slowly becoming a slave to ‘Evil’ in the duke’s mansion that had turned into a tomb.

The duke’s mansion that subordinates who inherited the power of ‘Evil’ began to occupy one by one.

When I saw Yuri Polton, who chose to willingly fall into hell together rather than abandon his mad master, I let out a sigh.

That bastard is also quite foolishly stubborn.

How much time had passed like that?

“My lord. News has come from the Sun God’s Main Temple. Holy Maiden Ortel Kiris was fake, and the real Holy Maiden named Idella has appeared.”

…What?

Lute in reality, who had been watching the boring dream, widened his eyes at Yuri’s words.

Fake Holy Maiden Ortel.

The real Holy Maiden Idella who appeared belatedly.

This, this…

This is exactly the same as what Ortel in reality told me.

Could this not be an ordinary dream?

Come to think of it, Ortel had even made a prophecy during the hunt that his parents might be in danger.

Could this dream be related to the incomplete prophecy she had seen?

If she hadn’t possessed prophetic abilities, wouldn’t all of this have become reality?

Lute’s face became serious.

But he soon found himself falling into an even deeper maze.

The Harvest Festival of the following year.

After ruining the Harvest Festival that had plunged him into despair and leaving while mocking Feliks and Idella.

Demons began to run rampant in earnest throughout the Empire.

One day, while living as a slave unable even to die.

The fake Holy Maiden ‘Ortel Kiris’ appeared before him.

A woman who had been used by Count Kiris and became a tool of ‘Evil’ just like him.

“To think that the great Lute Sieri is also a tool like me. Human affairs are truly unpredictable.”

The moment she said that, Lute was once again convinced that she was a different person from the Ortel he knew.

His Ortel didn’t have the eyes of despair without hope or dreams.

Unlike their weak selves, she was absolutely not someone who would become anyone’s slave or tool.

“It would be nice if this kind of world just disappeared. It would be even better if we also disappeared like dust.”

The Ortel in the dream reached her hand toward the sky.

Toward the sun they could not reach.

“While we’re at it, the bastard who reduced us to tools should go with us too. What do you think?”

The Ortel in the dream smiled with a crazed expression.

Her eyes were not the deep golden color he knew, but a bright yellow.

Unlike the real Ortel.

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