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Chapter 787
Chapter 787
“What do you mean by that, my lord?” Chaos asked.
“Look,” Metatron replied, pointing to his legs.
His legs were shaking violently as if he had done a hundred reps of squats. But that was not the only thing strange about him. His face had turned deathly pale and beaded cold sweat poured down his forehead.
And then...
“Gasp! M-My lord! Y-You’ve wet yourself!” Chaos jumped back in shock after noticing that Metatron’s pants were getting wet.
“Cha... C-Chaos...”
“M-My lord!”
“Why... Why am I trembling? I am the son of a demon lord! Why... am I so... terrified?”
“Please! Please compose yourself, my lord!”
“I... I can’t... The fear... it has completely taken control of my body. Chaos... What is this...?”
Just then, the Golden-Haired Young Man Who Fell From the Sky opened his eyes slowly from his slumber. He instinctively turned toward where the noises were coming from—toward Metatron and Chaos.
“Why is my body... moving against my will...?” Metatron stammered while trembling violently. An unknown terror had rendered him immobile. Then, his gaze locked with the Golden-Haired Young Man Who Fell From the Sky.
Metatron froze like a rabbit cornered by a predator.
Those eyes. The young man’s piercing blue eyes were so cold that Metatron felt himself freezing up before it.
“Cha... Chaos...!”
“My lord!”
“We... we must run... Run... we must flee... now!”
“My lord! What is the matter?!”
“A-Ah...!”
A guttural groan that sounded more like a beast’s roar escaped from Metatron’s lips. He screamed like a wounded beast fleeing from its predator.
“AAAAARGH!”
Metatron screamed and fled the room in sheer panic. He ran as fast as he could from the Golden-Haired Young Man Who Fell From the Sky as if his life depended on it.
“My lord! My lord! Where are you going?! Wait for me, my lord!” Chaos shouted and frantically chased after Metatron.
***
“Master Shakiro...” Siegfried muttered. His voice was trembling after realizing that Shakiro had regained his memories.
It had only been a short time—just one month. Siegfried trained under Shakiro for only a month, but in that brief span of time, Shakiro had imparted everything he had to Siegfried.
Thanks to him, Siegfried mastered the use of all weapons, which became his core foundation. His combat style relied on switching weapons fluidly, and it allowed him to adapt to most situations, becoming the key to his countless victories.
But that was not all...
Shakiro had also taught him his secret technique, Torrential Flower Rain, one of the most powerful skills in BNW, which rivaled even the ultimate techniques of legendary classes.
Torrential Flower Rain was truly an overpowered skill that most could never hope to match, and this became Siegfried’s trademark skill as well.
In other words, Shakiro was a special existence to Siegfried. He held deep respect and gratitude for Shakiro. He was second only second to Deus, who had made him into the Debuff Master, in terms of respect.
“Have you... regained your memories, Master?” Siegfried asked.
“Yes. When I woke up, everything came back to me,” Shakiro replied with a smile.
“A-Aah...!”
“Thank you, Siegfried.”
“...!”
“You saved me. A mere puppet used to do someone else’s bidding."
“No, Master. After all you have done for me, this is the least I could do,” Siegfried replied, shaking his head.
“Haha...”
“I am truly glad to see you again. I have missed you, Master.”
“I, too, thought I would never see you all again... yet here we are,” Shakiro said, casting a warm gaze over the Weapon Maestros before turning back to Siegfried. Then, he added, “I can die without any regrets now.”
“Master! Please do not utter such things! We have only just reunited, so please do not talk of dying! Absolutely not!” Siegfried protested vehemently, sounding dismayed.@@@@
The other Weapon Maestros charged at Shakiro and chimed in.
“Master, you have to stay with us and live a long, happy life together!”
“There is still so much we need to learn from you!”
“I want to live by your side forever, Master...”
“Master...! Please do not leave us again!”
Their desperate pleas moved Shakiro’s heart, overwhelming him with emotions to the extent that his eyes glistened with tears.
“As long as time allows... I’ll stay by your side, all of you,” Shakiro replied with a warm gentle smile.
“D-Don’t come near me! Stay away! I’m warning you!” Metatron screamed, scrambling backward on the floor.
‘What the hell is going on here...?” Siegfried wondered.
Instead of stepping in to defuse the situation, he decided to observe for now.
“Please! Stay away! Aaaah!”
The Golden-Haired Young Man Who Fell From the Sky extended a hand toward Metatron and smiled. “Are you alright?”
“...!”
“You seem very frightened.”
Despite Metatron’s frantic screams, the Golden-Haired Young Man Who Fell From the Sky’s voice was quite gentle.
“I do not know what is scaring you, but everything will be fine now. Here, take my hand.”
“Don’t pull that act on me!” Metatron screamed frantically, refusing to take the hand offered. Then, he glared at the Golden-Haired Young Man Who Fell From the Sky and growled, “You think I don’t see through your tricks?! You vile creature! Do you not fear the heavens, you wicked thing?!”
“Why such harsh words? I am merely trying to help you. Please, trust me—”
“I said don’t come near me!”
The Golden-Haired Young Man Who Fell From the Sky’s expression grew somber, seemingly hurt, while Metatron continued to scream at him fiercely and frantically.
Unable to bear the absurdity any longer, Siegfried decided to step in.
“What’s going on here?” he asked.
“Y-Your Majesty!” Metatron cried out. Then, he ran to hide behind him and shouted, “Please, save me! That thing is a demon!”
Siegfried grimaced and said, “Hey, you’re the demon... you know?”
“Your Majesty! He’s truly evil! You must destroy him!”
“And who is he, exactly?” Siegfried asked, glancing at the golden-haired young man.
“That is... erm... he is...”
“Who is he?”
“Well? You can’t say?”
“That is... H-He is...” Metatron murmured, sweat dripping down his face.
“You can’t say, or you don’t know?”
“That is not it, sire...”
“So? Tell me. Who is he?”
Metatron bit his lips before finally confessing, “I... do not know, Your Majesty.”
Siegfried blinked in disbelief and asked, “What did you just say...?”
“I-I have no idea who he is, sire.”
“Hold on. So, you mean to tell me that you were calling someone a demon when you don’t even know who they are?”
“Y-Yes, Your Majesty...”
“You...” Siegfried muttered. Then, he exploded, “Absolute idiot!”
Simultaneously, he leaped into the air and delivered a flawless dropkick that most professional athletes would be proud of.
***
“Gaaah!” Metatron cried out. He went flying and crashed to the floor.
“What the hell is wrong with you?! You don’t even know him yet you’re pulling this nonsense and causing such a ruckus in the infirmary?!” Siegfried yelled.
“Y-Your Majesty!”
“Oh, shut up already!”
“But he is really a dem—”
“Enough!”
Siegfried raised his hand and hushed Metatron. Then, he turned to the Golden-Haired Young Man Who Fell From the Sky.
“I apologize for the commotion. It seems that my servant has eaten something strange and was not in his right mind.”
“No need to apologize,” the Golden-Haired Young Man Who Fell From the Sky replied, smiling warmly. Then, looking concerned, he asked, “I am merely worried for him. He seems to be in pain, so I hope he finds peace soon.”
“Right...” Siegfried murmured. Then, he glanced back at Metatron and said, “Well, if he can’t find peace on his own, then we will help him rest in peace.”
“You are a kind man,” the Golden-Haired Young Man Who Fell From the Sky remarked.
Ironically, he completely misunderstood what Siegfried meant. The word "help" in Siegfried’s dictionary meant something completely different, as it achieved the same goal using different means—beating.
“Kind? Yeah, I guess I am,” Siegfried replied before flashing a wicked grin at Metatron. Then, he turned and asked, “By the way, I do not mean to be rude, but... who are you?”
“Pardon?”
“We found you after you fell from the sky. I am Siegfried van Proa, and I am the king of this kingdom, the Proatine Kingdom,” he introduced himself. Then, he asked, “May I ask who you are?”
“Ah, thank you for your help; you truly are a kind man,” the Golden-Haired Young Man Who Fell From the Sky replied, bowing graciously. Then, he said softly, “As for who I am... I fear that I do not know.”