CH 9

Desian headed back into the basement before Toloji saw him.  Toloji was the one who taught Desian how to hide among the shadows.

Desian Pietro felt like a golden opportunity that fell from the heavens to Toloji. Thanks to his limitless amount of mana, he endured all sorts of experiments without dying. He would most likely be Toloji’s most captivating killer soon.

There was only one step left.

He just had to administer one last potion!!

‘With all of his emotions deadened, he can do the most beautiful and fascinating murders. I bet he’s the most perfect creature I ever made.’

It had been years since he started administering potions and teaching Desian black magic to turn him into a murder weapon while hiding this from the stupid Duke Pietro.

Victory was finally within his grasp.

Toloji’s eyes flashed.

“Phew, why did this disaster come into being from the ancient Pietro ducal house…”

Toloji heard the butler muttering in a low voice.

‘The curse of the twin brothers. The butler has a great deal of faith in that superstition.’

“Did you call it a disaster?”

“What sort of problem…”

-Twang!-

Soon, small, loud explosions erupted around where the duke had imprisoned him. Blue flames poured down.

“Oh my god!”

Desian looked indifferently at the bizarre transformation of the head butler’s body. Toloji clapped his hands slowly three times.

-Clap, clap, clap-

The claps echoed loudly in the huge empty room.

“It’s absolutely perfect. This is the future that I wanted.”

Desian laughed cynically.

“You don’t know the near future.”

“What about the near future?”

Toloji’s face subtly hardened. He asked this question with a disconcerting look on his face.

He needed to inject the drug before the boy’s mana exploded. All sorts of magic had been cast to cause Desian to lose his free will and become brainwashed to obey only Toloji.

The final drug was difficult to obtain, but it was almost complete!

There was only one step left.

It was supposed to be over soon.

Toloji searched through his pocket in a hurry. He touched a round bottle in his pocket.

All he had to do was inject Desian with the drug.

Toloji’s trembling hand felt in his pocket.

“It’s not possible for you to kill me!”

Desian watched Toloji’s demeanor with a relaxed face. No, not exactly relaxed.

“I am the god who made Desian nim like this It’s not possible for you to kill me…”

Desian just watched him. He didn’t touch him or cast any visible spells. Toloji, who had been speaking rapidly, was cut off.

Soon after, blood flowed out of Toloji’s mouth.

It was disgusting.

Just before all the blood in his body had been exhausted, he collapsed.

-roll, roll, roll-

Something rolled out from inside his jacket. It was most likely the drug Toloji had meant to administer to him.

Desian broke the medicine bottle with an indifferent face. A clinking sound was heard. A stream of white liquid flowed under his feet. That drug would have probably haunted him for the rest of his life.

Desian looked at the body on the floor and said,

“Did I kill God?”

He had killed them, but he didn’t feel anything. As they had said, it seemed he was a monster. There was a subtle feeling that his world was becoming more clear bit by bit.

Desian was the only one left standing in this place. He looked quietly at the men he had killed.

Desian thought it was time to go back to Citrina.

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