The escort warrior's urgent words also rang faintly in my head.
"You're crazy"
That was what I always heard from my father. However, after my father passed away and rumors spread that he was a tyrant, the only one who would say such things to me was Prince Yang. I liked Prince Yang because he was my confidant.
So it took me some time to understand the situation.
Why? Why? The thought flooded my mind. I thought for a long time, and it didn't take long for his blade to reach the bodyguard's neck.
Crunch!
Only after the sword of the two kings cut down the bodyguard could he understand the situation.
'Oh my! Why!!'
The words just wouldn't come out of my throat. Perhaps I didn't want to admit that the person I'd laughed and cried with was turning his back on me.
In the end, my brother's blade reached my neck.
"Brother... it's time to come down, or rather, to go to Father's side. If there's anything you'd like to ask before you go, feel free to ask."
The Prince of Yang spoke kindly. His cold eyes looked down at me. Since it was the last time... I thought that even if I died, I should listen to what I had to say before I died. I spoke those words in a hoarse voice.
"Why... rebellion ㅇ/squeak•••••
Before I could finish speaking, his blade had already cut through my throat. As my eyes filled with blood, I could faintly hear the voice of the two kings.
"I want to ask you something..."
Ahh... maybe I was wrong about the person...
In the midst of meaningless regret, I felt my consciousness gradually fading away.
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When I opened my eyes, a white ceiling like a sheet of paper filled my eyes.
The beeping sound in my head gradually faded away, and my vision brightened. Suddenly,
A man dressed in shabby clothes appeared.
"Hello? You're finally awake, I thought I was going to die from boredom!!"
He was a man who spoke quite frivolously. Still, I was very happy that he spoke to me.
"Who are you? Are you the grim reaper who will take this body away?" I had so many questions. I was also very curious about why Prince Yang had turned his back on me and why he had killed me. At that time, I felt like I wanted to grab at straws. For some reason, his eyes seemed to be looking at me with pity, and I frowned for no reason.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"The man laughed frivolously. I began to wonder if he was crazy.
"Pheuheuheuk!! Phewhahak!! Ugh.. Heuk.."
The man stopped laughing, opened his mouth, and gave an unexpected answer.
"Because I feel sorry for you, because I feel sorry for you, and because I feel sad for you."
"Affection?.. Are you saying you had a crush on me?"
Unable to understand what the man was saying, I asked again. I didn't know him, but he looked at me with a look that suggested he knew me well. That gaze made my face crumple again. I still didn't know why he was smiling, or why he had said such a thing.
After a long silence, he opened his mouth again.
"You're going to hell."
The man spoke without hesitation, sounding quite desperate. I had no choice but to agree.
I had killed a man. My brother at that. In a way, I felt like it was my karma that my younger brother had turned his back on me. I couldn't raise my head. At this moment, it felt like only guilt surrounded me. I deserve to go to hell. The man continued.
"However, unfortunately, you were born with my love...
"A child born with God's blessing is given a chance before going to hell."
The man started to mutter something I couldn't understand, then he suddenly got up and said:
"I'm God, you guys call God King Yeomra?"
The man chuckled, then looked at me. His eyes were obscured by his hair, but I knew he was staring at me. I raised my head and stared at him. He was still smiling leisurely, but I couldn't discern his true intentions.
But... for the King of Hell, his attire was shabby. And as the king of the afterlife... he must have a lot of work to do. And his hair was short... Cutting one's hair is a great act of unfilial piety.
It was a strange thing to call him King Yeomra. I was curious. What was the opportunity?
Even the king of a country wants to live. I also wanted to seize the opportunity.
"...give me"
"Huh? What did you say..?"
"Please tell me how to seize the opportunity..."