Night of the Soulless Heathens – 411



#411. The King’s Mission 3

‘You’re finally keeping your mouth shut. Didn’t you expect me to suggest this? Or were you planning on having a political marriage with another Yaegasu royal family member?’

Zion felt secretly pleased as he watched Azadin keep his mouth shut.

however….

“Medium escaped?”

Azadin’s next words struck Sion Etar’s head like a hammer.

“Why do you think so?”

“Because you brought a lot of Aragasa. The purpose is not war and there is no reason to bring so many to meet me. I thought something had happened within the messenger clan and that’s right. Did you come to capture Midiam after he escaped?”

“….”

It’s just passing the buck.

But Zion Etar was too proud to deny the answer when he was this close to it.

“That’s right. The Hwajopungwol has stolen Midiam. We came here prepared in anticipation of meeting them here. However if we fight here you the king will intervene. Therefore King Azadin I would rather hand her over formally than fight you.”

If you try to capture Midiam here you will have to turn the Hwajopungwol and Azadin Banrung Kingdom troops who are protecting her into enemies.

It would be better for Sion Etar to formally send Midiam to Azadin both to save face and gain practical benefits.

“Is that a marriage proposal?”

“Yes. So what do you think about the marriage proposal? What’s your answer?”

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“That’s what happened.”

Zion Etar spoke calmly to Midiam Etar.

“…Huh? Yes?”

Medium was clearly confused because the story he heard with his ears did not enter his head.

What is this cousin talking about now? Deciding to get married so easily?

I understood that Zion Etar had come to Banreung to pursue me.

It was understandable that he had met with Azadin despite the possibility of an armed conflict breaking out.

But out of the blue a political marriage with Azadin?

Midiam looked at Azadin. He was standing there nonchalantly as if this marriage was a natural thing.

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“Congratulations. It’s your wedding day Miss Cheonbangi-chuk.”

Ismail congratulated Medium with a blank expression.

Zion Etar smiled bitterly at the sight.

“You can run away and say no again. If you want to smear the king’s face. But you won’t do that will you?”

Zion Etar knew that Midiam admired Azadin.

Azadin had admired her since he had no eyes so there is no need to say more about Azadin now that he has outstanding looks and has even ascended to the throne.

“Ah no that’s not Azadin and Sion Oraboni….”

Midiam pointed alternately at Azadin and Zion Etar.

“Are you saying that Azadin and I are getting married?”

“…I wish I could go around with my ears as open as my mind.”

“Then I’d like to talk to you alone for a bit. Where no one else is watching.”

“Yeah. I also thought it was a bit much to decide something like this without discussing the differences between the parties involved.”

Azadin willingly agreed to meet with Midiam separately and went out to the royal garden.

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King Banreung’s garden was a place that was enveloped in warm heat all year round receiving the heat of the furnace.

This flower garden built on the path where the mine chimney passes is filled with barley and hops instead of flowers.

It was the aesthetic sense of the dwarves that made beer and considered it a truly beautiful crop.

“Are you angry?”

“No. Why do you think so?”

“I feel guilty because I neglected it for so long.”

Azadin said so and laughed.

“Because I thought there was a reason for that. And since I left it like that Indim and Seraph could have rescued me. If you Azadin had continued to worry about my safety the security would have been even tighter. Just Azadin.”

Medium asked.

“Are you still you?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“I’ve heard rumors about you among the messenger clan. You were chosen by the gods and suddenly as if possessed you conquered several regions and created a great warlord. Now they say you’re the king of Banreung. So I began to wonder… Could it be that the gods chose you to project their will onto this land?”

It was a nice story to hear when he said he was an agent of God but to Medium it was like the death of the Azadin she knew.

She loved Azadin’s upright will and purpose.

I respected and admired Azadin for having the courage to say what is right and what is wrong is wrong and the will to practice goodness no matter how much he was persecuted by those around him.

But what if it was chosen by the gods lost its self and became a tool of the gods?

Azadin couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

“Haha. Were you worried about that?”

“Because it’s an important issue to me.”

Medium said so and cleared his throat.

“The rumors I heard were terrifying. The people of your clan believed that you had become something other than who you were. A miracle happened and your eyes which were not there before grew back again…”

“These eyes are Arael’s. When Arael and I were both mortally wounded Arael sacrificed herself for me.”

“Yes. The Harconian colored Arael also had eyes like that. Now that I look at it they really do look alike. So you are you right?”

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“Don’t worry. I’ve met angels and spirits but even before I met them this was my mission. You know that I originally wanted to do this right?”

“What exactly is this?”

“So that virtue is not laughed at in this world.”

At Azadin’s answer Medium finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Well then good. Azadin. I look forward to working with you in the future.”

“Medium. Actually I have something to confess.”

“Huh? What?”

“I don’t have much longer to live.”

Azadin said this covered his eyes with his palms and held them out to Midiam.

Blood flows from the tear ducts.

“….”

“I barely survived by receiving Arael’s life from the brink of death. But Arael didn’t have much life left either.”

By sitting on the throne of Banreung and receiving the original copy of the Book of the New King from the spirits of Yaegasu Azadin was able to completely resolve the magical power problem of the grimoires that had been entangled within his body.

However even though I had solved the magic problem I still felt pain at times as if my blood was flowing and my body was breaking into pieces.

“then….”

“I think it would be better to make it an engagement. This engagement could give you some freedom for a while. And when I die then….”

Medium felt heartbroken as he watched Azadin speak calmly.

Azadin is older than her but still young.

How can one talk about one’s own death so calmly?

“Who else but me knows this fact?”

“This is the first time I’ve told you.”

“I guess so.”

Azadin’s warlords are gathered solely by Azadin’s personal charisma and abilities.

Azadin could never show that he was unwell or that death was approaching.

Even though Azadin often bled the people around him didn’t ask him about it in detail.

Because they too were afraid and reluctant to ask about Azadin’s body.

But now for the first time Azadin was honest with Medium about his physical condition.

“So you’re saying that you’ve been keeping that fact to yourself and suffering in silence until now?”

“I’m fine. What’s the point of being sick?”

“How could that be okay? You want to live too don’t you? You don’t want to die do you?”

“Shh be quiet. Others will hear.”

“Anyway so you’re saying that we should get engaged instead of married so that you can protect me until then. And after you complete your mission and pass away you’ll let me go. Is that what you mean?”

“…That’s how it is.”

“Haa. I really can’t eat this.”

Medium shook his head.

“Well ever since I was born as a daughter of the Etar clan I knew that marriage wouldn’t be something I could control. But I also had my own wishes.”

“What kind?”

“I’m marrying someone who loves me passionately. If I’m with someone who passionately whispers that I’m beautiful and wants to spend the rest of my life with me wouldn’t married life be enjoyable even if it starts out as a political marriage?”

“But the remaining life span is an important issue.”

“Who can guarantee tomorrow? You could accidentally start a fire while cooking at a wedding and die in one day or you could freeze to death because of Fimbulbert right now. Isn’t it true that someone who looks healthy and healthy could die tomorrow?”

Azadin burst into laughter as he listened to Medium’s words.

When I think about it it’s similar to what I said when I tried to persuade Zion.

Who can foresee and predict the future?

Who can live tomorrow with complete and perfect security?

There’s no guarantee that healthy and fit people will live longer right?

“So Azadin. Please tell me that you like me and want to marry me. Even if you say it’s for political reasons I can lie to that extent. And don’t tell me that you’re going to die. Of course you might not be feeling well right now but isn’t this the world where miracles really happen?”

Medium took Azadin’s hand.

The warmth from her hands warmed Azadin’s weakened body again.

“Are you okay? Medium? I…”

“Saying that again… Azadin.”

Medium took a deep breath and said.

“I like you. Ever since you were a blind messenger you have made every sacrifice for your cause. I admire that about you Azadin.”

“…….”

“If you’re going to make me say this then okay. You say it too.”

“Medium…..”

“You don’t really like it?”

“No. From that day in Coral Sahar until now it was your faith that sustained me.”

The words that I don’t have much time left are ringing in my throat.

Is it okay?

But before Azadin could say anything Midiam hugged Azadin.

“A little more. A little more passionately!”

The tips of Medium’s fingers were trembling as he spoke like that.

Although he speaks in a generous manner Medium must have been surprised and shocked by Azadin’s confession that his days were numbered.

Yet she pretends to smile brightly and encourages Azadin.

That courage that will and that faith that is more than enough to deserve it.

Azadin didn’t know how he could repay her kindness and trust.

“You were my star when I was wandering in the darkness. Medium. Please will you be my companion?”

“Of course.”

Medium smiled bashfully and hugged Azadin’s arm.

“Oh it’s hard to receive a bow after being stabbed in the side. Well then shall we go and fulfill our duty as the King?”

“Maybe so? There’s still a lot of work left to do.”

“No that’s not the mission I’m talking about.”

Medium chuckled.

“We’re appointing a successor!”

“…That seems too fast.”

But Medium had no intention of giving Azadin the veto.

Azadin was also being dragged along reluctantly by Medium.

But then….

“Congratulations Your Majesty. By the way have you forgotten anything?”

“….”

Waiting in front of the king’s garden was Sir Heine the guide of the Knights Templar.

“ah.”

It seemed that the king’s mission was not yet accomplished.