Let the Whales Fight, This Shrimp is Leaving! - Chapter 72

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Episode 72
He would endure profound despair.
And yet he would possess a stubborn vitality that clung to life despite everything.
This was what Deyan Boislav Nemanic was required to become.
For that reason, the previous Count Nemanic subjected the still-young boy to brutal abuse.
She could not bear to recount every detail of those scenes, nor could she watch them unfold without omission.
Glay Holdin squeezed his eyes shut, unable to endure it.
Deyan’s screams echoed hollow and muted through the space.
[Do I have to keep watching this?]
[Yes. This time is different.]
Even as his contractor Glay Holdin suffered, the demon remained steadfast.
Beval watched the scene unfold with an indifferent expression.
And at last, the demon revealed itself before Deyan.
The creature’s bulk had swollen to match Beval’s own size, having greedily consumed hundreds, thousands of souls across the ages.
The faces of the souls it had swallowed hung from its chest like mold spores, shrieking in torment.
The twisted demon’s visage bore only the withered, shrunken skin of the boy it had first possessed.
And there clung a stench so vile it seemed to strip away the nose itself.
Deyan was the only boy who did not thrash upon seeing the abomination.
He did not scream, did not lose consciousness.
He did not even attempt to flee.
He merely stared with hollow eyes, shifting his gaze between the demon before him and the blood that stained his own hands.
Shriek-shriek-shriek.
Something vast transcended the demon itself and cried out.
In a language no longer comprehensible, what contract would it forge, what curse would it recite?
Then, from behind its massive form, a radiant celestial figure emerged.
An angel—noble and luminous still, despite the passage of ages.
[Excellent, my child.]
The angel smiled with tenderness and cradled Deyan’s cheeks gently in its hands.
[The beginning of your path may well become the end of the Grand Cause I have long desired. I await it with anticipation.]
The angel pressed its lips to Deyan’s brow.
In that moment, Deyan’s eyes flew open wide.
[You shall become my most precious child, and so I must share my power with you.]
“Aaaaah!”
[Of course, there will be a price, but I believe you can bear it.]
Two conflicting forces intertwined within Deyan burst forth as if to tear him apart.
The Cruel Impulse engraved through the demon’s contract, and
the mighty Healing Power breathed into him by the angel’s kiss.
The two opposing forces repelled each other, inflicting agony more intense than anything in this world could devise.
Yet Deyan endured it, writhing in desperation, and overcame them both.
[Well done.]
The angel gently caressed the brow and cheeks of the child, drenched in cold sweat and barely conscious.
[It would be better to keep watch over you more closely.]
The angel fell into thought for a moment, then moved.
[Come. Let us follow.]
Beval seized Glay Holdin’s body and followed in the angel’s wake.
The angel merely stood still, yet the landscape around them stretched and transformed in rapid succession.
They passed the gray walls of the Nemanic estate, worn by the tempests of ages, then through the Blue Forest, past well-maintained roads bustling with people, across broad plains.
And there rose the gleaming Imperial Palace of the Adorif Empire.
However ignorant and indifferent a divine being might be to human affairs, having witnessed that span of ages, it had come to understand.
The societies built by those creatures with lives as brief as ants, and the laws they imposed upon themselves.
Thus, to manipulate the beloved child and bend it to purpose, it was far simpler to place a human wielding sufficient power at the helm.
Having grasped this logic, the angel descended before the Emperor in the hush of early morning prayers.
“Oh, Messenger! Faithful servant of the noble Creator!”
The Emperor threw himself in prostration before the angel.
A foolish soul calling upon the father who had created it, singing the angel’s praises—nothing but vermin, yet one deluded into thinking itself special by the mere gold crown balanced upon its head.
The angel crushed it without mercy.
And into that void, it poured its own essence.
Instilling an endless hunger for freedom.
A relentless pursuit of power.
And thus inevitably, a descent toward ruin.
Having gained the ability to puppet a ruler bereft of reason, the angel now needed an enemy for that ruler.
For only then would more blood flow, and chaos would reign.
The angel, commanding the demon as its subordinate, ordered it to seek out a suitable opponent.
[Burrow into his heart. Watch for an opening. When you wait, the moment will come.]
My child is wise and excellent, and will naturally be drawn to the essence we both radiate.
The angel’s words proved true.
Deyan could not resist the Emperor’s commands.
And with Joaquin Perez, he harbored hatred as profound as between mortal enemies.
Thus, the more each nation sought to devour the other, the more devastation it wrought.
[Ha, haha…….]
Glay Holdin, having reached the sum of all truths, laughed with hollow despair.
[So then, right now…….]
Holdin could not finish his thought and clutched at his head.
A moan leaked from his throat.
[In his Excellency’s body, that is to say…….]
[That beast is burdened by two curses. Impressive that he’s endured this long. It’s almost miraculous that he’s still alive?]
Beval stated the fact without concern.
[Now that you know, we’re done. We capture the one harboring the demon first and dispose of it, then next is what—the Emperor? We’ll take that bastard’s throat. Perfect! Roasted angel wings will make a fine course for the feast.]
Beval laughed with grim delight and led Glay Holdin back to reality.
Or rather, they had always been in reality.
They had simply witnessed the past inscribed upon this space as a vision.
And before them, having learned the whole truth, Sariel appeared.
[Well done.]
Sariel regarded the demon with frost-bright eyes and spoke without emotion.
[I have had difficulty locating it until now, but the problem shall be resolved.]
[You speak of resolving problems? Slow-witted creature. Your revealing yourself before humans in the first place was strange.]
Beval, compressed into human form, snarled fiercely.
Sariel calmly opened a thick tome at its side.
[I shall acknowledge my error. Henceforth, I will permit no further chaos.]
Screech.
Screech-screech-screech-screech-screech-screech.
The earth trembled as something sharp ground and scraped against something else.
“W-what is this?”
Glay Holdin staggered and wavered before collapsing with a thud.
[You dare, you wretched thing! How do you meddle with my contract……!]
Beval, suspended naked in the air above, bared black claws.
Then it hurled itself straight toward Sariel.
[Barbarous. Know your place.]
Whirr-whirr-whirring—!
A circular ring of light arose from the ground.
Atop it, intricate patterns were drawn, and white Iron Chains poured forth, binding Beval’s form.
[Screeeee-aaaaah!]
The stench of burning flesh shuddered through the air.
[□□□□□ □□ □□□□ □.]
Sariel intoned in a language even it did not fully comprehend.
It glanced with indifferent eyes at the terrified Glay Holdin, then regarded Beval struggling against the chains with utter contempt.
[The demon with whom you contracted cannot grant what you desire. Bound now by my Magic, thrashing about like vermin—how could you hope to overcome a demon that has consumed countless souls?]
[Contractor! Give me your blood! Now!]
[There is yet a path to salvation remaining for you, fortunate soul. Come here.]
[Blood! Give me blood!]
The demon roared.
Glay Holdin remained frozen in place, swallowing breath in quick, sharp gulps.
“You—you insane non-human things……! If you’re going to fight, fight each other! Why drag a human like me into this madness!”
[Hey, you bastard! The one who tangled this first was you, you wretched contractor scum! You’re really ■■■■■! Why don’t you come here before I kill you?]
[Tsk. How vulgar.]
Beval roared savagely.
Sariel, furrowing its brow, sealed its mouth with something like white paper.
[Do not fear, human.]
Sariel drew forth a massive spear from between the pages of its tome, gripping it in hand.
As it radiated the will to burn away every demon, it emanated the majesty of an archangel.
[That demon shall be annihilated here. Come now. I will sever the contract that binds you.]
Glay Holdin’s eyes clouded with confusion.
He looked back and forth between the struggling Beval and the angel waiting with outstretched hand.
“I—his Excellency…….”
A dry swallow caught painfully in his throat.
“Can you—can you lift the curse upon his Excellency as well……?”
Glay Holdin’s eyes burned with desperate longing.
Sariel offered him a smile of boundless compassion.
[Come here.]

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