Chapter 185: Side Story 22

Chapter 185: Side Story 22

Thunk! A dull sound was heard, but there was no sound of anyone stumbling backward.

Whats this guy?

A massive man coming out of a tavern alleyway squinted his eyes at Shaik, who was in contact with his shoulder.

Shaik was by no means small in stature.

On the contrary, he had a good build and excellent physique, to the point of being considered more muscular than his peers.

However, the man who collided with Shaik boasted a towering figure as if he had the blood of giants running through his veins.

He seemed to be over 2 meters tall, maybe even a few dozen centimeters taller.

Whats with this guy? He didnt even stagger after colliding with me

The man who emerged from the tavern took a step back and looked Shaik up and down with a grimace on his face.

He was the kind of guy the man dislikedhandsome and charming.

A moderately tall stature, deep eyes, and smooth skin.

Despite his somewhat pale complexion, he was a handsome young man who wouldnt be out of place as a prince from any country.

Hes unfortunate in his appearance.

They were the type of guys the man couldnt stand.

Those pretty-faced guys who rely solely on their looks!

Most women liked these bastards, and the man, with his brutish size, detested them for being intimidating.

Those women just a moment ago wouldnt have treated me so disrespectfully if this bastard had talked to them.

The memory of what happened earlier came to mind, and the mans insides boiled like a giant.

Perhaps because of that.

Even this bastard who was trying to pass by while politely apologizing didnt sit well with him.

Im sorry. I was in a hurry. Ill be on my way.

Wait.

The man blocked Shaiks path as he tried to pass by.

His sneering face didnt give a favorable impression.

He flicked at the spot where Shaik had collided, speaking while grinning.

What about the moisture on your clothes? Is this how the people here treat foreigners? Ah, Ive heard that the Purito people are so well-off Shouldnt you compensate me or at least take off that expensive-looking garment and give it to me?

What kind of nonsense is this?

There was a slight moisture on the edge of the mans clothes from Shaik.

Pointing at it, the man cruelly laughed.

This, this.

Shaik stared at the man with a cold, stern gaze.

Then, other men with a similar appearance to the man approached, somewhat hesitantly.

Whats going on, Gepetto?

Whats the trouble? You got into a fight? Im already feeling tipsy from the alcohol, so let me help you with a punch.

That guy bumped into me earlier and got on my nerves!

The expressions of the approaching colleagues were far from friendly.

Calling themselves foreigners, they seemed like wandering individuals.

It was strange.

Since Purito restricted the entry of visitors, just anyone couldnt come and stay. Especially with Kalias strict security measures, Purito was considered a safe country even if one wandered around at dawn.

The smell of the sea They seem like sailors. Those who board ships for a day or two and then leave.

He had heard stories of occasional trouble caused by those who came in for a short while, did some repairs, and left.

Not everyone was like that, but perhaps due to the perception that leaving on a ship would put an end to the matter, they were often confrontational or lacked a sense of lawfulness.

Annoying bastards.

If Shaik had enough time, he would have subdued them all and handed them over to the security forces to teach them a lesson so they wouldnt cause trouble again. But right now, he didnt have that luxury of time.

Get out of the way.

Oh, where to? If youre leaving, either pay for the medical expenses or apologize flat on the ground, begging for forgiveness. If not, strip down and leave.

The man revealed this with a menacing tone.

Rather than engaging in a fight, it seemed faster to quickly subdue them and leave. At that moment, as that thought crossed his mind, Drea walked out of the entrance of the tavern where the men had emerged from.

Both Drea and Shaik were startled and widened their eyes upon seeing each other.

However, before any joy could settle, Shaik flinched and reached out his hand.

That was because as soon as Drea spotted Shaik, she turned her back and walked back inside.

The alley entrance was now occupied solely by Shaik.

But it seemed unlikely that the store didnt have a back exit.

Shaik became anxious at the thought of Drea going there.

Oh no, cant you let me pass?

However, the men who were causing the trouble didnt easily let go of Shaik.

Annoying.

Shaik skillfully dodged the hands of the men trying to grab him and rushed into the tavern.

!

The startled gang members trembled, unable to escape as they were stunned.

The swirling aura around Drea intensified, gradually changing in size.

I cant forgive. I cant forgive.

Crash!

Once again, a dry lightning bolt struck down.

How dare you touch my Shaik Shaik

This time, it hit the roof of the tavern accurately.

Simultaneously, the enlarged form of Drea burst through the roof of the building.

Creak, creak! Flash! Crash, crash, crash!

The roof collapsed on the horns of Dreas head, which had transformed into a dragons body.

The second-floor storage room of the pub collapsed, spilling dark beer, and the charred debris from the lightning scattered in the air.

The pristine white body of Drea, which had disrupted everything, became stained with black marks.

H-h-hey, its a Black Dragon!

Aaaahh!

Save us!

Call the guards! No, inform the palace!

Continuous screams erupted from the people who had fled outside due to the sudden appearance of the dragon.

D-Dragon!

The men who had been hit by the debris from the collapsed building cowered in fear on the ground.

A few tried to escape, crawling on the floor, but the rest, their strength drained, remained sprawled on the ground, their eyes filled with terror as they stared at the colossal Drea.

Kalexia, who entered the interior of the shop a little later, witnessed this spectacle.

He groaned and muttered to himself.

A Black Dragon. Goodness.

* * *

A Black Dragon?

Kalexia, who had been invited to the banquet of the gods, asked the Sun God.

The Sun God tapped his glass and shrugged his shoulders, saying,

How would I know? The Oracles, you see, are not words that I personally speak, but rather stories that the threads of fate attach to and weave, flowing through my influence and reaching humans.

But the origin of those stories ultimately comes from you, right? So the Oracles descended to your temple, the Temple of the Sun God.

Oh, well, thats true.

The Sun God smiled as he tilted his glass and took a sip, then grinned.

For the time being, there wont be any destruction or calamity in that world. Unless theres a dimensional distortion, who knows Anyway, that world is under my jurisdiction, so I know it best. Besides, theres no Black Dragon there, right?

Then?

As I mentioned earlier, the Black Dragon is just a metaphor that the threads of fate have attached to.

Youre saying that the notion of the Black Dragon desire is a metaphor?

Are you telling me that its a metaphor for something that will happen? What about the oath of the white flower?

The God chuckled as he glanced at the perplexed Kalexia.

The child who was my apostle will know the answer.

What do you mean?

It may be a little late, but please take care of that child. The Fairy King.

That child, is it the one Im thinking of?

Why wouldnt it be? Your grandchild.

The Sun God laughed heartily as he took a sip of his drink.

I promised. In that childs past life. A promise for the next life

The Sun Gods gaze shifted towards a dimensional rift somewhere in distortion.

From that rift, unfamiliar landscapes flowed around the Sun God, as if he had summoned them from his concept.

In the hazy illusion, the back of a young man collapsing and dying could be seen.

The sight seemed oddly familiar, and Kalexia furrowed his brow.

Before the thought could it be fully formed, the Sun God spoke again.

I promised to bring him happiness. As a reward for serving as a gods apostle, so that in the next life, he may find happiness

He took a sip of his drink.

But it seems he doesnt remember that. Perhaps I made him suffer too much. Hes always anxious, which is a bit poignant So, Kal

Yes?

Go and tell him. In this life, he can strive to be happy without any pain or suffering.

The god smiled.

Is there a more trustworthy smile than that?

Thats what his next chance at life is for.