Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Chapter [-] The Demon God Playing with "Time"

When Rope was halfway through writing "The Call of Cthulhu" and was gradually polishing it, the king and queen brought their daughter La Furia to the parlor.

Closing the book, the black-haired youth looked up at the expressions of the king and queen, and knew that the princess had solved the misunderstanding and informed her parents of her true identity.

He smiled without caring, and said relaxedly.

"It seems that the royal family of every country has a tradition of "arriving late"..."

"please forgive."

The young princess raised her skirt and saluted, and said respectfully.

"The Lihawain family will not snub any guests invited into the palace, but the king and mother need a little time to accept your greatness."

"How come I don't know the identity of a "horror novel writer", and I need the king of a country to calmly accept it? "

Rope said with a little teasing, and reached out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

"This is your palace, right? The guests have already taken their seats, so the host will naturally have to sit in front of the guests. Don't make me feel rude."

As he said, he is the guest.

But the attitude in Rope's words is not to mention "guests", it is so natural that people who are irrelevant will think that it is La Fulia and the others who are visiting Rope.

It seems that he was born to stand at the top of the sky, and all living beings are servants.

Lucas and Polyfonia believed La Furia's words a little more.

After being seated, the king waved away the maid who was standing outside the door, and asked the black-haired young man seriously.

"I heard from La Furia, I wonder if your Excellency... Are you really what my daughter said?"

Straightforwardness runs through the Viking lineage.

So if Lucas didn't like to go around detours, he went straight to the point for verification.

Rope paused when he picked up the teacup, then asked back with a smile.

"What did Miss La Furia say?"

"--god."

"Um."

The black-haired youth tilted his head in thought.

"In the sense of the multiverse, it doesn't seem to count. But at the level of your world, there is probably no difference..."

Then, he spread his hands and said.

"God, God-killer, father of all demons, indescribable demon, thirsty and secretive great mystic... I have so many titles, it doesn't matter which one you recognize, which one is me."

"How to prove that what you said is the truth?"

Lucas asked with bright eyes.

Originally sitting next to her parents, La Furia, who was a well-behaved lady, couldn't sit still anymore.

she asked nervously.

"Father! How can you..."

"It doesn't matter, Miss La Furia."

Rope smiled and stopped the Silver Queen's rounding off.

"My temper is not as bad as you think, the Lihawain family treats each other with courtesy, and I'm on vacation, it's no big deal, and it's reasonable for His Majesty the King to have doubts. But, um , how to prove it... This really stumped me."

Rope never felt bad about "proving himself".

His power, his authority, his slaughter, all imprint a deep and unforgettable fear in the minds of sentient beings.

But these are obviously not the means that can be used in Aldikia.

They are not enemies, they engage in horrific massacres and mass destruction in front of the seemingly polite royal family and the lovable princess...

Rope isn't that neurotic yet.

Soon, the black-haired youth thought of a way.

He crossed his arms and leaned back against the soft back of the sofa with a smile.

"I heard that because of my reasons, tonight's "Royal Dinner" held by the Kingdom of Aldikia was not very successful? "

"Yes. It's the little girl's willfulness that made you laugh."

"If that's the case, then let me help you "start over"? "

"……what?"

"Literally, start all over again."

In an instant, a part of Rope's palm turned dark blue in a movement that humans couldn't capture.

Maybe it feels like an overkill, but the black-haired youth who is on a leisurely vacation obviously doesn't care.

The great "time" divinity is burning, and the dazzling power is gathered in the palm of the devil.