The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 322

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Part 2, Chapter 120

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The human desire for perfection is instinct.

The yearning to pursue an unreachable realm. That yearning makes humans both losers and winners.

In this binary perspective, he had always been a winner. He had always longed for the realm called heaven, seized it, and finally became a ruler.

Only after breaking through the wall of mortality could he rest assured that he could step away from the long, long struggle and rest.

Having reached the summit he so desperately desired, he thought he would now be free from desire, that breathless and painful instinct.

But it was all a miscalculation.

Spolia looked down at the chessboard.

On the chessboard where the game had ended long ago, five white pawns stood in a row.

Tap-

With a light flick of his index finger, the pawn at the end tilted sideways, rolled, and fell to the floor.

Now four white pawns remained.

Before long, his gaze shifted to the five black pawns facing the four white pawns.

It was time to fill the vacant position in the Divine Knights.

But no suitable candidate caught his eye.

A common occurrence.

For over a century, Spolia had devoted himself to the wealth and military strength of the Republic of Kontaninos.

The most important decision was to hold heroes in his grasp.

The land where the republic was established had always been weak in spirit, so the seeds of great leaders who could influence continental hegemony had withered away.

The Pen Lota Empire, which produced outstanding heroes at opportune moments during every turbulent era.

The North Continental Union, which built their own stronghold using the Aragald and North Deus mountains as shields.

Compared to those two, the republic’s natural foundation was unsightly, so Spolia had to personally step forward to select and manage the Divine Knights who would protect the homeland.

Truly, tediously so.

Click-

With the sound of a door opening, new presence entered the room.

A spacious hall flooded with southern sunlight.

The one-legged old man, holding a bundle of documents in his arms, hobbled over and began placing them one by one on the banquet table.

On the marble walls hung faded frames that had been collected one by one over the past century, densely packed.

My beloved children.

Spolia loved this old, simple, quiet hall.

When staying in this space, he felt as if he had returned to the distant past. To that time when he was more human than any other period, when he was human…

Human desire is clear. The body knows what to want and how to make efforts to achieve what is desired.

It was simply a matter of following fate’s lead like a puppet.

But what about now?

What he desired still existed. For a hundred years, he had searched only for that. He had been endlessly waiting for the day when he could reach what he desperately wanted.

A perfect god.

Not just a mere demigod.

To remain on this earth without rising to become a star in the universe and becoming a complete god.

But there were no signposts.

Not knowing the method and with no fate existing… Spolia’s desire was simply born like a huge void, existed, and remained.

“Is there an interesting story?”

At his casually thrown question, the old man who had been spreading documents looked back at him.

Having placed the papers down and limping closer, he quietly looked down at Spolia’s chessboard and soon picked up the second black pawn.

“There is a new story about this pawn.”

A new story.

It was a subject worth hearing while he was contemplating.

The being indicated by the second black pawn was Rebrika Besranta of the Security Bureau.

Rebrika Besranta’s magical aptitude and potential were excellent. However, just because he liked those abilities didn’t mean he could immediately accept her as a spouse.

The newly born child had to be born from a woman’s body.

It was one of Spolia’s many obsessions. If he had given birth to a child as a mother, then next he must have a child as a father.

There were no exceptions to this obsession.

No, in one corner of his heart, he desperately waited for an exception to appear, but that day had never come to pass.

Because no fateful being had appeared who was strong, beautiful, and charming enough to break his century-long obsession.

As they quietly maintained eye contact, the old man calmly continued speaking.

“This morning, Rebrika Besranta and Antinus Sentium were executed by summary judgment on charges of treason.”

“Treason.”

“Yes. After returning home upon mission completion, it was revealed that a child existed between the two. They had gone down to a place called Queen Island at the empire’s southernmost tip to give birth. Two children, no less.”

Rebrika Besranta’s children.

It was a more interesting story than expected.

“The children.”

“We plan to send someone within a week to quietly eliminate them.”

“Keep them alive.”

The old man bowed his head obediently without even asking for a reason.

“Yes, I receive your command.”

He thought it was not bad efficiency.

A person of somewhat low value to choose as a spouse had borne another man’s children, not his. When they grew into useful talent later, he could summon them to the Legion.

However, since the name Antinus Sentium didn’t remain in his memory, he couldn’t have high expectations.

Not remembering meant that person was of no particular value.

Spolia watched over the siblings on Queen Island.

Of course, there were more years when he had forgotten their existence. Every few years, the old man would deliver information about the siblings, and Spolia would either read or discard that information.

From some year onward, he seemed to have completely forgotten them.

Because their value worth remembering had disappeared.

Around that time, Spolia was thirsting for new love.

Ah, love.

That enchanting desire was the source and reason why Spolia wanted to remain on earth.

Spolia always yearned for love.

He didn’t know love.

Having never possessed it, he desired it more, dreamed of it, and was immersed in fantasy. And this wish greatly influenced the power of enlightenment he would obtain.

More diverse forms of love. A woman’s love, a man’s love, a mother’s love, a father’s love…

Spolia thinks.

When this desperately desired yearning is fulfilled. That moment would be when he becomes a perfect god.

When he fits this missing piece… only then would he be reborn as a god, not a demigod.

But expectations always come with disappointment.

“Who are you?”

“Don’t be afraid. I have simply waited my entire life… for a beautiful star like you.”

Rien was a failure.

He had gained an excellent talent named Dunain, but that was all.

Though he had kept him alive without stealing his heart to fill the missing puzzle piece. Cruelly, he had betrayed Spolia’s expectations.

Ah, how sad.

How sad that Rien was not lovable.

How sad that Rien was neither beautiful, nor strong, nor fateful.

Where on earth was the love that would make him a god?

Perhaps because he had wasted what might be his last, supreme opportunity. Spolia fell into great despair and spent more days falling into long sleeps.

The Mado War broke out not long after that.

Turbulent times call forth heroes.

Spolia first watched Raphael Jenail, then Princess Natasha.

The Weatherwax Baroness couldn’t rise to his chessboard. Not dealing with the same type of human was one of his obsessions.

There was one more exception.

Andert Pager.

He hadn’t made an exception for him from the beginning.

When the name Andert Pager reached across the border to Legion, he instead watched the opponent’s movements carefully. Having received reports that the real Andert Pager had died in battle, he knew this was a fake who only shared the name.

The fake was nothing special.

Even the title “Emperor’s Sword” disappointed Spollia.

The fate of the Land of Looming Death was already in Raphael Jenail’s hands.

With a star born with a hero’s destiny appearing, there was no one more perfect as the victor to receive Spollia’s blessing.

However, the fake Andert Pager shattered Spollia’s judgment in one blow.

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