Chapter 125

Chapter 125

F*ck em? Why should I make a decision based on how people judge me?

Raciels cutting words were delivered with a sharpness that pierced through. Javillon couldnt help but take notice of this unfiltered response, and it left an impact on his heart.

Javillon felt a sinking sensation in his heart, and his eyes revealed a profound sense of surprise.

Huh?

It was peculiar.

Officer Rihan, renowned as the saint. His response was oddly out of place. It was an unexpected and unconventional answer, something that wasnt even among the options he had presented. Moreover, it was an extremely rude and offensive response, something he couldnt have even imagined.

However, strangely, it struck a chord in his heart. The echo of the reply reverberated inside his chest, repeating over and over. It dominated his thoughts.

Why?

He should have been angry, but he wasnt. Could he recall hearing such rude words face to face? Not in at least 10 years. Therefore, he should have immediately retaliated against that rudeness, either tearing their mouth apart or inflicting some kind of punishment to set an example and discourage such behavior.

But he wasnt angry.

Instead, his heart raced even more. It felt as if he had met his ideal type after searching for a long time. It wasnt an illusion. A strange conviction approached him, a bizarre certainty that this rude answer was the answer he had been seeking all alongan undeniable fact and an irrefutable truth.

Why should I make a decision based on how people judge me?

The more he pondered, the tighter his chest became, and his breathing grew labored. A strange discomfort made him wonder if he had misunderstood something all his life.

Revolution.

Changing the world, sweeping away the old, and writing new history.

He believed it could only be achieved with bloodshed. He also believed that sacrifices through bloodshed were necessary. Without it, the old system seemed too sturdy, making it impossible to shatter.

But am I supposed to be the one to achieve this kind of new order?

Really, necessarily, absolutely.

Does one really need to shed blood? Can the world only change that way?

He wasnt sure.

If that was the right thing to say. If the doubt sprouting from within him was correct.

Would it feel like this if someone slapped him in the back of his head? It felt like another part of him was whispering, telling him he had been thinking wrong all this time. There are many ways in this world, and being stuck in binary thinking is foolish.

Before he realized it, Javillons expression had hardened. No, it had become fierce. This made Raciel swallow hard, his throat quivering.

This atmosphere is no joke.

He subtly stepped back. Javillons demeanor wasnt normal. It seemed as if he would erupt any second or perhaps burst into tears.

Actually, it made sense.

He must be confused.

He recalled Javillon from the novel Devil Sword Emperor. He had longed for the answer to that question, wandering in search of it. Ultimately, at the moment of death, he finally thought of an answer he could accept, facing his end in a state of emptiness.

Now, in a completely sane state, he had heard that answer from someone elses mouth. The psychological shock must have been considerable. He probably wanted to deny it.

Indeed, the look in Javillons eyes was filled with confusion.

Was that answer sincere?

I just responded with what came to mind.

I see. Alright.

A twisted smile appeared at the corner of Javillons mouth. He then bowed his head.

Leave for today.

Pardon?

Try your best not to appear before my eyes.

Understood.

Raciel, who had already been eager to escape, immediately retreated at lightning speed as soon as Javillon gave the order. He spent the entire day confined to his quarters, occasionally perking up his ears because Javillons residence was right next door.

Surprisingly, Javillon remained silent throughout the day.

However, there was one moment when the sound of something breaking reached Raciels ears. Afterward, there seemed to be a faint sobbing noise, but it was so faint that he couldnt be sure. That was all. The day passed without any significant events.

It was past noon the next day when Javillon summoned him.

I cannot accept your answer.

As soon as their eyes met, thats what Javillon blurted out. His appearance hadnt deteriorated significantly in just a day. He still looked well-groomed, with perfectly arranged hair and meticulously maintained clothes, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

However, two things had changed since yesterday.

His eyes

They appeared clouded, with a clear sign of confusion. And his hand was wrapped in a bandage. What had been a white bandage was now stained with a deep red hue.

Seeing this reminded Raciel of the faint noises he had heard the previous nightthe sound of something breaking followed by soft and distant sobbing.

Was it not his imagination? As he contemplated this, Javillon continued to speak.

Ive been thinking about it since yesterday. About that rude and arrogant answer you gave. Ive come to a conclusion.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

That you cannot accept it?

Yes.

Javillon nodded forcefully.

The blood shed in sacrifice is noble. Sacrifice is inherently pure, whether its a choice or a result of historys course. All sacrifices are valuable and deserve respect. No, they must be respected. They should be revered.

Javillons gaze grew more intense. Though he was looking at Raciel, his eyes seemed fixed on a moment from his past.

So when I was around twelve, I made a deal with my father. If I passed the entrance exam for the art school, I could pursue my passion. If I failed, Id take up the sword.

You didnt pass?

No, I did.

Then why?

My father had my acceptance revoked. He used his influence to pressure the dean of the art school behind my back.

So my admission was permanently canceled. And ten days later, my father was dead.

You dont mean

Youve figured it out again?

Despite his reluctance, Raciel asked, Did you kill him?

Who knows? Ill leave it to your imagination, Javillon replied with a melancholic laugh. Did it evoke pity? Not at all. It felt more like a burden.

Why is this man acting so friendly lately?

Internally, Raciel shrugged. He wanted to leave this place immediately and return to Demian, to Gardin and the Star Palace.

So, he tried to find an opening, intentionally attempting to disrupt Javillons mental state by dropping the truth hed sought all his life like a bomb.

But after that, Javillons behavior oddly shifted. He continued to act friendly, or perhaps he genuinely wanted to be. He shared stories from his past without being prompted.

It was becoming overwhelming!

Tch. This is getting annoying.

He needed to find a way out.

Instead of finding an opportunity, Raciel found himself listening to Javillons past daily, even though he had no interest in it. He became the patient listener to tales reminiscent of a tragic childhood of a World War II mustachioed killer who failed art school entrance and committed suicide.

Sigh. Is there a way out?

Raciel felt inwardly anxious. And then it happened.

I guess youre not really interested in my story.

Excuse me?

Raciel was taken aback, feeling embarrassed. But before he could explain, Javillon spoke up.

Well, I understand. Who would genuinely care about someone elses unfortunate childhood?

No, I mean

Its alright.

Could he beupset?

Thats when Javillon suddenly extended his right hand towards him. Just as Raciel was about to flinch, Javillon spoke.

Please take a look at this wound.

What?

It seems to be getting worse.

Whether its him showing his wound while having breakfast, or Raciel having to inspect it

Raciel set aside the piece of bread he was about to dip in his soup. He examined the wound on Javillons palm, which appeared to be slightly infected.

It looks like the beginning of an abscess.

He decided to start with a pulse diagnosis.

Suddenly, he became curious. The character Javillon, who had dominated with absolute force up to the middle of the novel Devil Sword Emperor, now offered a chance to inspect his physical condition.

Alright, Ill conduct an examination.

Fortunately, Javillon no longer resisted Raciels pulse diagnosis. He cautiously grasped Javillons wrist, feeling his pulse and activated the pulse diagnosis skill.

Ding dong!

[Beginning Palpation.]

[Scanning.]

[3 2 1]

[Diagnosis results are available.]

[Please check the <Comprehensive Examination Form> below.]

The pulse diagnosis was completed.

Raciels gaze moved downward, meticulously reviewing the comprehensive examination chart. The next moment, he had to widen his eyes in surprise.

What?

The chart displayed Javillons comprehensive examination results. And Raciel slowly realized,

He seemed to have discovered a secretive, physiological trait of Javillon that hadnt even been revealed in the novel.

Specifically, Javillons small yet potentially fatal weakness.

(To be Continued)

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