Possessing Nothing

“Master……. ”

“Ahhhh!”

Before Lee Sung-min finished spitting in his surprised voice, the painting screamed.

The mural, which approached with a rattling, settles in front of the corpse of the tetrarch.

Tears burst from my eyes. She bows her head, her fever falls, and reaches out her trembling hand and groans at the quadriplegic.

With such a painting, Lee Sung-min quietly approached. My heart was racing like crazy inside my chest.

My head was about to burst and my throat was parched.

The sensation felt in my fingertips was strange and the sensation felt in my whole body skin was strange. I felt horrible.

Lee Sung-min raised his hand and grabbed his chest.

It reminds me of the time when the mineral horse died.

Look at the corpse of the primitive.

A body with a left arm cut off. There are few scars on the body, but the bow is dirty and the head is a bit shattered.

The painless face is calm and not a drop of blood is shed on the severed forearm.

Lee Sung-min looked at the shriveled face of the tetrarch with a slight smile, and recalled his last words.

- The future was denied.

- Don't be sad, don't be angry, don't be impulsive like a child.

- Not without superstition. Not even a month later. It shouldn't have been intervened by a spirit. The future of death has been denied. Yeah, the script doesn't die.

- It's just a long way away. Maybe you'll come here one day. When the time comes, don't hesitate. Don't leave anything out.

The shaman cried out, smiling and answering. The answer was that he no longer needed to go.

I... I don't know what you mean. Lee Sung-min sat down next to the painting.

He glances down at the tetrarch with his hollow eyes. He couldn't accept that the tetrarch who had that superhuman strength was dead before his eyes.

You crushed the grouper easily and subdued the Black Dragon Strait like a child. Even the superstitious culmination of the heavens was not a match for the philanthropist and even the joint venture with the moon after that.

[I don't know.]

Heju mutters.

[When that woman, Month After, joined hands with godlessness. Even at that moment, the tetrarch was dominating them both. But... all of a sudden, my strength ran out. I don't really understand why.]

It was also a question to Lee Sung-min. The advantages of the tetrarch were rarely reversible, and if the fight had continued, the anarchist and the month-old would have been defeated by the tetrarch. The tetrarch would not have died.

“…… Why is the body here? ”

I knew there was no way to answer the question of the demise of the tetrarch. Instead of thinking about him, I looked at the corpse of the tetrarch and asked.

Osla drops his wings, floating in the air, slowly descending.

“…… long ago. The Sovereign Lord once told me. If that's not the case. If I'm going to die... I want to be buried in this forest. I wanted to keep that promise. ”

“…… Why are we here? ”

“It was a request for philanthropy. ”

The answer was Scarlet. She grimaces at the torn scroll that remains in both hands with a gloomy look.

“It was a favor to me. What if...... he dies or becomes dangerous? Take you and the alarm and use the teleport scroll. ”

“It's a scroll from a dungeon, a long time ago. ”

Osla sighs.

“Then I helped you enter the coordinates here. I... I didn't think it would be used like this... ”

“…… why. ”

I whistled in a quivering voice.

“Why, the Sovereign Lord should have died. Why...! If it were a teleport scroll, I'd be able to use it together...! ”

“No, it wasn't possible. ”

Osla denies the warning immediately.

“The Sovereign Lord fought within the spirit's boundaries. Even with a teleport scroll in there, it's impossible to escape. And...... I know that, but I chose to fight. That's what the Sovereign Lord wanted. ”

“Why……. ”

“Because I wanted to. ”

Lee Sung-min replied with a small voice.

“That'll be all. ”

Just like you've always been. Lee Sung-min smiled and thought, looking down at the dead sapphic corpse. Osla crouches at the head of the tetrarch.

She reaches out her little hands and touches the tetrarch's face.

“... Master is not dead. ”

“Yes…? ”

Yehwa asked in a surprised voice. She looks at Osla with a face full of expectations. Osla smiles at the view of such a painting.

“That doesn't mean you can come back to life.... I'm sorry I didn't meet your expectations. ”

“That's... … what are you talking about? ”

“I mean, the spirit of Sovereignty... It's not this world, it's another world. Completely off the beaten path of mortality, leaving this world to become a superior being. ”

“What the……. ”

“Actually...... maybe it's right to say he's dead. You can't come back to this world after all. Somehow, it might be right to go to the afterlife. ”

Maybe so. Osla's voice fades. Completely out of the mortal's control. The existence of the upper class...... Even though Lee Sung-min didn't understand, Heju understood what it meant.

Again, I have seen such a ‘road’.

“…… there was a will…… ”

Scarlet, who approached Lee Sung-min, mutters.

“When the tetrarch gave me the teleport scroll, He left his will with me. I've never read it...... and I didn't think I'd actually get a chance to read it. ”

Scarlet pulls out a dried broach from his subspace pocket.

After taking the letter, Lee Sung-min lowered the letter tied in red.

Pause, then untie the rope. In the long preamble, there were subtle letters.

< Are you dead? >

The moment I read the first sentence of the will. Lee Sung-min's expression was stiff.

< I thought I'd never die, but I guess I'm dead. Should I be thankful I have it prepared? I wrote down my will because I thought I should, but I don't think the throne is going to die at all. >

It was the same for rational people who did not think that way.

< Nevertheless, being dead means that something unimaginable happened. Did the Vampire Queen kill the script? Or an atheist or a swordsman? Well, by the time you read this, the script will already be dead. It would be pointless to wonder if the current scripture that wrote the will made no sense. So, how do you feel now? >

Yehwa, who was reading the will together, shut up.

The burst of tears became the sound of killing. Lee Seong-min chewed on his lower lip trembling.

< Yehwa must be crying. Is the Red Horseman depressed, too? What about you, pupil? Are you mourning the death of the Suzuran throne? >

Of course I do.

< Don't. >

It seemed as if I heard a quadruplet laugh in a small handwriting without hesitation.

If the locus were dead, it would be the death chosen by the locus. The throne is death, chosen by the heart to die here. And surely, the throne would have no regrets about that death. Who in the world can kill a thousand of these devil's lambs? If the throne had been such a death, it would have been satisfied. >

So don't force your emotions. That's what Lee thought.

Even if you are satisfied with your death, those who are left behind cannot be satisfied. Even if you have suffered an unfortunate death without regret, those left behind will have no choice but to mourn.

< The script has lived for hundreds of years. I've lived in Denir's world for a thousand years. The power that was gained is the pride of the throne, and the throne has always been satisfied with its own achievements. At the same time, I always wanted to. The script wanted to choose where to die and the situation where to die. The power of the throne was too strong to make that choice. Nevertheless, the fact that the throne was about to die means that the throne had what it wanted. >

I'm well aware of that self-destructive wind.

< In fact, we also know that we cannot appease the sadness and anger you experience. The chapter is already dead. I'm just writing this down because I'm old and distant. I don't really have much to say except those words, but I think it's true that the throne died in the end. I'll write down what I have left to say to you. >

Yehua.

In the will, the tetrarch called her name.

< You must be crying a lot. But don't make any extreme choices. The throne is dead, but don't do anything that the dead throne won't like. Don't hold a grudge. Your abilities are too much. It will only be a dog's death. Since the throne was blessed with a happy death, don't be foolish enough to follow the throne and lift your paws from the afterlife. >

Yehwa, who read the will together, swallowed black and crying as if she had found her insides. It was as the tetrarch said.

Yehwa sought to go to Atheism, both front and back, and died fighting him.

< It is a matter of taking your life. The throne may already be dead, but since it is the throne's life, the throne will decide how to use it. Live. You're not the only one. All of the Royal Guards must live. You can leave Moorim or stay, but remember this one. Live a long, long, and prosperous life. Yehwa, you and the other SS should not be involved in any more private business. >

“... JooJoo...... ”

I dropped my head as she cried.

< I have nothing to say to the Red Horse Master. Oh, right. I have to say thank you. If you're reading the will, it means that the Red Horseman has done everything he asked of you. Did you know that while writing down this will, the Bible never thinks that you are the ones who read this will. You believe in the Red Riding Hood unconditionally. >

“…… It wasn't that hard. ”

Scarlet clears his throat and mutters.

You may wonder why you were a red steed. It was because I believed the location was a reasonable distance between the Red Horseman and the Horseman. It is clear that if you deliver this request to a stupid disciple or Yahwa, he will not listen properly. >

It was true, if the rational man had been told to run away when something happened to the tetrarch, or had received a will. He would never have run away when the tetrarch was about to die. It's the same with the paintings.

< I'm sorry I have nothing to give you in return. Please tear it from your disciples. The location is already dead. And, Black Dragon Cove. I don't even know if you're reading this will. >

At the moment of death, the tetrarch bites back on the oath he took forcefully from the Black Dragon Coven. In fact, Lee Sung-min couldn't really understand the reason. More questions were as to why the Black Dragon Coven helped escape and thwarted the superstition.

I didn't know much about you, but I knew you weren't such a fucking asshole. You didn't empathize with the idea of superstition, you followed him because superstition could do what you wanted. I don't know how you'll behave after the death of the throne. I don't know if you've become an enemy or an ally. Do whatever you want. >

- It is offensive to force your own will.

Immediately before he died, the tetrarch told the Black Dragon Cow that. When I said that, the tetrarch seemed to have realized something.

Osla, if it had been the way of the throne, you would have read this too. I don't think I've ever seen you sad. It's a pity I'm going to die without seeing it. But there's nothing I can do. And...... the script feels sorry for you. He said he'd do you a favor one day, but the throne wouldn't do it. >

“Runners are idiots. ”

Osla crouches and mutters.

“Stupid idiot. ”

< Osla must be insulting me here. I have no choice but to take that insult. But Osla, you know better than anyone what the winds of the throne were, what the throne dreamed of death. So don't cry. I've never seen you, but the face you're crying for is definitely ugly. >

“I didn't cry! ”

Osla shouts for help.

< Also, the incompetent disciple of the throne. >

At the end of the will, Lee Sung-min was mentioned.

As the chapter said before, the chapter loves an evildoer. He thinks he's more human than a genius. The script is quite fond of effort, and you fit into it quite well. I know there are other blessings besides trying, but I don't hate you. The whole point was to call you incompetent, stupid. The throne regrets not having you as a disciple. >

Lee Sung-min clenched his fist. My eyes are blurred. I don't want to cry, but I feel like I'm about to cry.

I wanted to do a lot for you. Without the script, you can do something on your own. If possible, the script wanted to create such a situation, but it would have failed. I don't know what your role in bringing the apocalypse is, but perhaps your existence was more important in the fate of the world than the existence of the throne. In the end, the point is that you have to leave. Well, I'm sure it will. >

“... No. ”

Lee Sung-min muttered with a tightly pressed voice. No. Whatever fate is, you shouldn't have to die like this. Whatever my role is, you would have been able to take my place easier and faster than me.

< I thought a lot. I've made your body more efficient at expanding the pyrotechnics, but that won't be enough. I don't know what the end is, but what you're trying to stop is the end of the world. With your skills, you have no chin. If you try anything, you will fail. No matter how hard you try, you'll fail. >

I think so. I know Lee Sung-min well. Again, Lee Seong-min did nothing.

< I'll leave the matter to you. As heir to the throne, you may lead a company, but you're not cut out to lead one. I don't know if you think so yourself. In fact, the private stockpile without the SS is large, but rarely effective. It won't help those you have to fight. >

Lee Sung-min also knew about him. Lee Sung-min read the sentence below.

< So, that's a pretty terrible thing to say. >

Reading the sentence that follows. Lee Sung-min swallowed his breath.

< Eat the basics. >

Everyone who read the will was appalled.