40 [33] Audience and negotiations.txt (2/2)

''Virum-dono. I apologize once again for despising you as an abomination and for being rude to you, Spirit Beast. If you don't feel good about it, you can give me your head. If you want me to be your slave, I will gladly let myself fall into slavery. So, I ask you to consider the proposal you are about to make, without regard to your feelings toward us humans.

Having said that, Bazelard bows his head even more deeply.

His forehead is already touching the floor, and yet he continues to be apologetic as if to press on.

It is only in Farren that he was swept away by emotions from a series of impossible things, but he can sacrifice even his own existence if it is for the sake of his country, and even the king, for that matter.

That's the essence of Bazelade.

I don't care what people call me an abomination,” he said. I don't care if people call me an 'abomination' or an 'abomination', I just want to shut you up because you're making a big deal out of it. I know that humans have their own agenda. So I don't blame you for that.

The overlords around them were surprised that Vilm, who had been scorned for being an abomination for so long, said he didn't care about that.

Even Zeldia frowns slightly.

Vyrm continues nonchalantly.

'But I'm not going to follow the human code. I'm not sure if it's the king's request or a slave's, but if I like it, I'll take it, and if I don't like it, I'll refuse it. If you're still willing to do that, then I'll at least listen to what you have to say.

”I have been brought up as an abomination under a code made by man. I can't be so shameless as to tie you up in knots now. I'm really, really sorry, Master Virum.

Bazelard lowers his head once again after raising it.

The overlords who were watching the exchange finally realize that Virum is the same person, but he has not lived as a human being.

''Your Majesty. ''I deeply apologize for the abomination I have exposed.''

Good. I felt something myself. Thank you. You can leave now.

Ha!

After bowing once to the king (Zeldia), Bazelard went back to where he was from.

Wyrm turned to Zeldia again.

''So? What is it that you want me to do for you?

Hmm. I heard rumors of you as an adventurer, and at first I wanted to bring you under my wing, but...

”No.

When Vilm refuses without a moment's pause, the strict gaze of the overlords stings.

''Don't be in such a hurry. I wanted to include you in my group, but after hearing the story of Bazelade, I changed my mind. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to get to know each other better. As you wish.

Zeldia sits on the throne, but bows her head towards Virum.

''Heh, Your Majesty!

”The King bows his head! Please stop!

The king, Zeldia, bowed to Virum, a mere adventurer, and this upset the chief ministers.

''Shut up!''

Zeldir blackmails his chief advisors.

The blackmail is exactly the dignity of a king, and the chief ministers have no choice but to obey it.

You didn't feel anything when you heard Bazelade's words? As Bazelard said earlier, Wyrm was not in a position to be raised as an ordinary human being because of our self-created regulations. It is true that an abomination would have been dangerous. We also admit that we didn't know why the annihilation was occurring, and we had no choice but to throw them out of the living area. But that's exactly what we are saying. If you want to get the help of Virum, who has been raised without any contact with anyone but his parents due to the influence of the environment we created, isn't it only right to bow down and ask for it!

Zeldair was ashamed of himself.

”The fact is that they are human beings, just like the people of the Humane Kingdom, even if they are called an abomination or in danger of being annihilated.

The rules established to protect other people are at the expense of those same people (abominations).

Throw away the small and let the big live.

As a politician, it was the right decision, but I felt ashamed of myself for taking that treatment for granted, and if I knew it was in my best interest, I would flip out and try to add Wyrm to the fold.

Bazelard had made me realize that.

I can't ask you to be reverent to your country, Wyrm, but I need your help. But if we need your help, we will ask you to help us. Of course, when we need our country's help, we will do our best to accommodate it. So, please.

There was no lie in Zeldia's words, his eyes just reflected straight back at Virum.

'Do you have a moment?'

Zeldia bows her head and when there is a pause, Virum interrupts.

The chief ministers manage to swallow the frustration that surrounds them when they see Virum mimicking a delayed response, even though the king (Zeldia) is asking them to bow their heads, even though the king (Zeldia) is asking for it.

''What?''

When Zeldir asks back, Vilm begins to speak in a matter-of-fact manner.

'I've already killed humans. And not just the bandits you asked me to kill. I have no intention of showing mercy to beings who harm my family and friends. If it weren't for Meldina and Cunaria, I would have killed many more people. But I don't see that as a bad thing, and I won't change my mind. Do you still want to be friends with me?

What...?

Zeldia's expression is clouded.

''Wait (is)!''

The ones who jumped in were Meldina and Cunaria, who had been listening in silence until now.

''It was the slave trade that Ville killed. He only killed them to save us from our captors!

'Yes, sir! Master didn't do anything wrong!

The air seems to have lightened slightly, perhaps because the two of them were convinced by their desperate attempts to explain themselves.

However, Wilm continues to interrupt their defense.

It's true that the slavers killed the two men to save them. But from now on, when it comes to protecting my family and friends, it doesn't matter if they are human or demon, I will continue to kill them. Whether they ran away or begged for their lives. Humans don't understand this value system, and I don't expect them to understand it. If you're okay with that, then I'll help you in the form of a job.

As soon as Wyrm finishes speaking, a silence settles over the king.

He would not relent, no matter who it was, to protect those he cared about.

There would be a certain amount of people with that kind of belief, but Virum's words had a deeper weight to them.

When Vyrm truly encountered such a situation, he would not hesitate to carry it out.

That's where the problem comes in, and that's where Virum's ability to do it comes in.

Bazelard told me that the ”son of abomination” possesses an enormous and extraordinary amount of magical power.

It's a high level of ability that has risen to the C-rank in a short period of time since he began his career as an adventurer.

The most important thing is that he has made a contract with a spirit beast that was considered a legendary creature.

It's too powerful for the fighting power that one individual possesses.

Zeldia exhaled heavily and leaned her body against the throne and looked up at the ceiling.

(At first, we were going to test it, but before long, we were in the position to be tested...)

Once again, Zeldia took a deep, deep breath, looked at Vilm again and opened her mouth.

'Aye, I understand. Let me take the form of a request only. Thanks to Wyrm's... no, I appreciate Lord Wyrm's suggestion.''

As if the answer was surprising, Vilm looks a little surprised.

''Huh? I thought you were going to force me to comply, but you made a very drastic decision.

”Bazelard has told me of Lord Wyrm and his spirit animal. ”I've heard from Bazelade about Virum and his spirit animal. I can't risk my people's lives for mere guts.

Having said that, Zeldia smiles with a slightly complicated smile.

Even though he couldn't restrain himself the moment they met, Zeldia, who is belligerent enough to be intimidated, would be nothing but humiliation to declare substantial surrender without ever crossing his blade.

Believing in the words of his loyal vassal (Bazelade) and avoiding reckless conflict for the sake of the people, Zeldair's size is a testament to his capacity.

Virum, who felt the face of Satya, who is concerned about his family (people), in such a figure of Zeldia, his expression slightly faltered.

''I understand how you feel. From now on...''

”Wait for me, Father!

As I was about to say ”nice to meet you,” a door on the throne side, separate from the one through which Virum and the others had entered, was vigorously opened.