Chapter 76: MIYAMOTO into the DARK Sider

Chapter 76: MIYAMOTO into the DARK?Sider

Translator: Mr.Nobody

“Shit! Damn! Why did they want to apologize to Masatsugu!?”

A guy was cursing behind the castle alone.

For the first time since coming to this world, everything has went well for him.

He was given the proper skills to wield a holy sword and he received particular favor from the king.

Luxury as much as he pleased.

He enjoyed his height of popularity.

It has became weird since the time he met Masatsugu downtown.

It turns out that the holy sword which he used that was given to his was actually not for him.

From that point his pride has been squished.

Naturally, his skill to use holy swords remains.

That’s why he was able to use other holy swords.

He can’t use holy swords which are said that only a true hero can use, and so his pride as a man was hurt plenty enough.

That’s why he swore.

The next time he met the detestable Masatsugu, he’ll definitely take revenge.

Yet reality is.

“I have to, this me work under him!?”

That guy for some reason had a strong skill.

Protect he said, it’s a small skill in any case.

Truthfully saying it’s a skill which protects your allies by increasing their defense a little bit.

It should’ve been like that!

“Shit! Shit!”

His resentment couldn’t recede.

Also

“How are you doing here?”

“Aah.”

The man threateningly showed himself to Miyamoto.

Right now the calm meter was equal to 0.

That’s why Miyamoto didn’t notice.

“Ehm, I’m sorry for startling you. If it isn’t the well-known Miyamoto-sama.”

The man said that while bowing his head down but was hiding his snake-like smile.

“You know about me?”

Miyamoto reflexively raised his voice.

Right now he was told that he’s in a support role.

He was praised hero from another world so he should’ve been raising his deeds on the front lines.

It was a simple role for recovery.

Naturally, Miyamoto understands that role is necessary.

But, he wouldn’t accept it.

Even he noticed that it could be called childish selfishness.

But, understanding that the role was important but acting out the role was a different thing.

In that point, Miyamoto was no different than a child. That’s natural. He’s nothing more than a 16 year old boy who was raised in a wealthy family which had given him everything.

‘Have’ is natural.

‘Haven’t’ is bad.

For the first time in the different world he has experienced lack.

Honestly speaking this should’ve been a chance for him to grow.

Basically, as the old saying goes ‘nothing will ever go as you had planned.’ It’s a time where you should know your limits and your potential.

In the crevice of his heart a devil was residing.

This devil was the messenger of the Evil God.

That crack might’ve been nothing more than a fragment yet it appeared in Masatsugu’s versatile skill of a saviour.

The middle-aged priest kindly smiled towards Miyamoto’s question.

“Ofcourse I know you. You are Sir Miyamoto the holy sword user. There is no one in the castle that doesn’t know you.”

Miyamoto was instantly happy at those words but when he re-thinked it was just simple flattery.

“Stop it. I’m not such a great guy. If you say holy sword user then that guy’s much more…”

“Hahahahhaahahahhhahaahahahahaahahahaah!”

Those words, no wrong, the laughter was strangely mocking.

Miyamoto was taken aback by the sudden boisterous laughter from the earlier calm words.

In the next moment the priest had an expression of a good natured man.

It’s as if the earlier mocking laughter which got unleashed was nothing more than a lie.

No, due to Masatsugu his mood was thrown into disorder so he himself believed that it was an illusion.

“At any rate, I want to be alone. Leave me be.”

Miyamoto said that and turned his back.

“Do you not want to win against Masatsugu?”

Those words came out from the priest’s mouth.

“Ha?”

Miyamoto reflexively asked back.

There’s no way he didn’t hear it.

On the contrary.

That was Miyamoto’s voice itself.

He was jealous of Masatsugu. Jealous of the place where he wanted to be there, jealous of getting the attention of the classmates.

All kinds of feelings were jumbling inside of Miyamoto.

The priests voice was a like a mirror of that.

It’s as if Miyamoto’s voice appeared outside and was speaking for him.

That’s why he asked back.

“What are you speaking all of a sudden? I didn’t say anything about Masatsugu!”

“Nono, certainly you did talk about him. Is it not just that you didn’t notice?”

“Is that so…”

He didn’t remember well.

Certainly, he thought only about Masatsugu so probably he spoke about him without realising it.

For some reason Miyamoto was talking to the priest his consciousness was swaying and the features of everything was blurry.

He calmed down not understanding what he was worried about.

What did I think about?

“Oops, was the mirage a bit too effective?”

“Mi…rage?”

“Hohokiki, it’s nothing to worry about.”

The priest smiled once more and spoke in a very easy way to understand.

“Sir Miyamoto. You will be the one who’ll assassinate Masatsugu.”

“Kill him? Certainly, I hate him but not enough for that…”

Fumu, the last wall of his heart still hasn’t been removed. But, that’s only a matter of time.

“But, Sir Miyamoto if you leave Masatsugu as he is then it will be very troubling later. It’s not only you who’ll have a hard time.”

“It won’t be just me?”

“That’s right.”

The priest had a very perplexed expression.

“That person has usurped the throne and sent the soldiers to a forlorn war. And yet he himself sits in the throne room in leisure. He doesn’t allow your strong self to appear in the front lines 《???????》.”

“Strong me…”

Miyamoto felt contradiction somewhere in the words of the priest.

But, Miyamoto couldn’t guess specifically where it was in the words.

Because the priest…

No, the demon has suppressed Miyamoto’s consciousness level to half as the demon was doing an errand from the Evil God.

The mirage is not a skill easy to use.

There isn’t much of an effect to people who are asleep.

Right now his feelings of hatred towards Masatsugu are being used.

Moresoever, Miyamoto got disarmed to the demon’s nectar-like sweet words.

So the words of the demon began to be true.

Miyamoto was the criminal who’ll destroy the Kingdom.

He has usurped the holy thrown and sent soldiers innocently to the front lines without praise. It was him not sending soldiers for the sake of protecting the Kingdom but sacrificing others for protecting his own life.

He disrupted the nobles that were proceeding the war council, exiled the King, ruling the Warm’s castle with tyranny, expelling the weight of duty of such a position while he was giving out imperial orders as he pleased.

Truly a devil to disrupt the Kingdom.

He was the devil on an errand of the Evil God.

And then Miyamoto was gradually beginning to listen.

And Miyamoto has finally accepted the words as truth before long.

The mirage is conviction, acceptance is recognition.

He followed the Father as he lead him.

Nobody noticed him leave the castle.

Like this, Miyamoto was entranced by the devil.

The title of this chapter is literally what the Author named it.