People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

But he had discovered it a long time ago.

It was not just him who was abandoned, nor was it just the Faded Ones, but everything in this narrow space.

The golden tree rejects everything.

The sting of rejection that emanates from the entrance is proof of this.

And all that was abandoned naturally became a sacrifice, a sacrifice to King Elden and to the re-manifestation of the Elden Ring.

Feeling somewhat sad, Mongert plopped back down on the throne, his sturdy arms covered in white hair supporting his head. He stared at the empty, illusory seat before him, remaining silent for a long time...

"who is it?!"

Mungat suddenly slammed the cane in his hand to the ground, stirring up a gust of fallen leaves, and suddenly raised his head to look at the entrance in front of Elden's throne.

I saw a red spirit figure slowly emerging and slowly walking up the steps to here.

——Da, da, da

Faint footsteps sounded quietly.

Reinhardt, transformed into a red spirit, walked up the stairs.

Golden leaves slowly fell from the sky, painting the square in front of the entrance with a layer of gold.

In the center of the square, near the entrance to the golden tree, he saw a figure.

Wearing a tattered cloak, with a hunched body, he sat on the wide throne as if in deep sleep, like a monster guarding treasure.

The sinuous and twisted ominous horns almost occupied half of his face, and both his hair and body hair were gray-white. [King of Blessing] Munggot.

At this moment, Mongget was staring at him with his golden eyes, but his body slowly relaxed.

"The unblessed faded one, [Rebellious Sinner] Reinhardt—"

A dull voice echoed between the false thrones. Mungot quietly looked at the approaching enemy and said with tolerance and dignity:

"What brings you to the throne room?"

228. The Demigod Who Wants to Be Loved (6.8K)

The fallen leaves fell slowly like starlight.

In front of the throne that once belonged to King Elden, there are six illusory seats.

Those seats once belonged to the demigods entrenched in various places in the border area, but now they have become traitors in the eyes of Monget, who betrayed the Golden Tree and attempted to seize the Elden Ring and become the King of Elden.

"The unblessed faded one, [Rebellious Sinner] Reinhardt—"

Monggot sat on the seat of King Elden, watching the Faded One walking towards him step by step with a calm expression.

He was not the King of Elden, but merely guarded the entrance to the Golden Tree, preventing those who attempted to seize the Elden Ring, and protecting the Royal City of Rodel from being invaded by other forces.

He is called the Last King, but he is actually the guardian of the Golden Tree.

Therefore, he did not become arrogant like Greg and put the crown on his head.

The crown that belonged to him, or rather to King Elden, had long been returned to the golden tree.

Unable to meet the Elden Ring, he is not worthy to wear the crown.

"What brings you to the throne?"

The dull voice echoed in this lonely and desolate throne.

This slightly gentle tone made Reinhardt stop in his tracks, with a look of surprise on his face.

Normally, Monggot should have first scolded his ministers, declared that he would choke him to death in the fire of ambition, and then engraved the name of the last king on his foolish epitaph.

But to be honest, this is the first time I have seen such a gentle yet majestic attitude.

When I first met [Evil Omen Demon] Markit, she was much more irritable than she is now.

Moreover, his clone was killed by him, and he was exercising the law of the sun. It was a good thing that he didn't draw out the cursed sword and chop at him. However, not only did the other party not have any temper in his tone, but he also sat on the throne and talked to him in a good manner.

Could this guy have picked up something dirty from the ground and eaten it?

"Why don't you speak?"

"...Do you wish to declare war now? Or should I engrave my name, [The Last King] Monggot, on your foolish tombstone?"

Well, the taste is right this time.

Without this sentence I always feel like something is missing.

"You should keep the epitaph and the like for yourself." Reinhardt waved his hand indifferently.

However, having said that, not once did Mungot succeed in leaving something on his tombstone.

"As for what I want to talk to you about..."

He walked towards the last of the imaginary seats surrounding the throne.

That seat was obviously smaller than the others, and it was Lani's baby seat.

However, although it looks unreal, it unexpectedly has substance and feels no different from an ordinary chair.

So, he sat on it, and the baby seat belonging to Lani suddenly became solid.

"I just wanted to talk to you, Mr. [Blessed King] Mungot."

"Hmph, a plunderer manipulated by the fire of ambition, a faded person bewitched by two fingers, a lackey blessed by God, you are the same as those traitors who do not know how to obey, all of you are birds of the same feather.

There’s nothing to talk about!”

With a thud, Mungette slammed his cane onto the ground, making a dull sound.

Although he said he didn't want to talk, he actually had no intention of sending him away or taking action.

"Huh? What you said is not right."

The faded person sitting in the baby seat raised his fingers and tapped the armrest lightly, making a faint sound.

"It's true that I was the one who plundered the fragments of the Ring. You could say I was manipulated by the fire of ambition, but I'm no one's lackey. I have my own goals."

"Besides, I was a Kalia Knight before I became a Faded One. Is there anything wrong with becoming a Faded One and continuing to serve the monarch?"

"and...."

At this point, his voice and the action of tapping the armrest stopped at the same time, and he slowly leaned forward and said to Mungert with a playful face:

"As for the fire of ambition, you seem to be not much worse than me, right?"

"He attempted to lay hands on his mother, the [Eternal Queen] Marika, and desired to become the King of Elden, but was ruthlessly rejected. Am I right, Mr. Mongault?"

"Humph."

Mongert snorted coldly and turned his gaze slightly away.

"...sharp-tongued brat...I only want to protect the Golden Tree from being tainted by ambitious people like you."

Monggot turned his head and looked at him, narrowing his eyes slightly with a serious expression, but his body seemed to be even more hunched.

He knew that as the son of an evil omen, he could not convince the people. In order to protect this crumbling dynasty, he naturally had to create another identity.

On weekdays, he sits on the throne, known as the "King of Blessing", like a mysterious dragon that can't be seen from head to tail, enjoying the glory.

But outside, he used his clone to hunt and expel all invaders in the name of [evil demon] Markit, and saved the Royal City of Rodel in several wars of varying sizes.

Because of this, his title of Blessed King was also recognized by Rodel's soldiers and knights.

But he himself doesn't know how long this recognition can last.

After all, truth will come out sooner or later. His identity as the Son of Evil Omen will be exposed. What will he do then?

"Is it really just that?"

He had always been noticing the changes in Mungert's expression, and just now he caught a glimpse of a different look, an emotion called loneliness.

But the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"That's all right, but Mr. Mungott, I still don't understand what it is you're asking for."

"..."

Mungot didn't answer, but just looked at him.

Reinhardt didn't seem to care and continued, "Is all you seek to do, to stand guard before the Golden Tree and protect your mother, the [Eternal Queen] Marika, from being defiled by Faded Ones like me?"

"You should know this, right? The Golden Queen Marika is actually dead. The one in the tree is merely a vessel for the broken Golden Law..."

thump—

"enough!"

Before he could finish, the cane dug deep into the ground, lifting up a few withered leaves and stopping him from speaking.

"...What exactly do you want to say?"

Mungot's golden pupils were filled with anger.

The broad palm tightly grasped the top of the wooden cane, which creaked under the force of the fingers. Cracks appeared faintly on the surface, and sparks of fire burst out from it. It was just a little bit away from releasing the curved curse sword hidden under the wooden cane.

"Oh, are you angry out of shame?"

"......"

Faced with his teasing, Mongget did not respond as before, just staring at him.

The anger in his eyes gradually calmed down as time went by, but a hint of sadness was still visible.

And he looked at Mungot in the same way.

After the two looked at each other for a long time, Reinhardt slowly spoke again:

"Mr. Mungart, I mean no harm. I simply want to know why you protect this shattered land, this dead and desolate city of Rodel, and this golden tree that has rejected everything. What do you hope to gain?"

He has always been curious about this question.

Greg wants to return to the Royal City of Rodel to inherit the throne of King Elden; Monger wants to abolish the Golden Tree and change the dynasty to become the new King of Elden; Latan hopes to protect everything in his own way; Lani hopes to be free; Lakkad wants to desecrate the Golden Tree...

Marlenya did not want to become a god, but only wanted to wait for Michaela's return in the sacred tree.

However, not much is known about Mungot, the demigod who was full of tragedy but persevered throughout his life.

After all, when in the game, there was no such thing as sitting face to face and chatting like we do now. Every time we met, it was basically a fight to the death.

There are very few descriptions of Mungot, and almost no one knows about his deeds.

Therefore, he was really curious about why the miserable demigod, who was imprisoned in the sewers and lived an inhuman life in shackles when he was a child, came to guard the golden tree.

However, Mongert did not respond to his question. He just slowly turned his head, looked at the entrance to the audience ring, and looked up at the tall and majestic golden tree.

The look in his eyes says it all.

He simply wants to love, to love without expecting anything in return.

If possible, he also hopes to get the support of his mother Malika and be forgiven by Queen Malika.

Like the words that reside in the statue of the evil omen child—

"Please don't resent me, please don't curse me."

This is not only the voice of the executioner who is responsible for cutting off the hard horns on the young son of evil omen, but also the voice of the sons of evil omen.

"Ugh...."

After an unknown amount of time, a sigh came out of Monggot's mouth, lingering in this empty throne for a long time and refusing to dissipate.

The demigod withdrew his gaze from the golden tree and set his eyes on Reinhardt again.

She seemed to be sizing him up, or thinking about something.

The question the other party had just asked really hit the nail on the head.

While recalling the past, this demigod who had been somewhat lost recently seemed to have found his true self.

Therefore, Mungot wanted to give a little advice to the young faded person sitting before him: