I Am the Weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings but the Demons Are Obsessed With Me

43 – Body Collector

I barely escaped the banquet hall, but I was too conspicuous in this state. One of his arms had been blown off, and he looked like a corpse and was bleeding profusely.

Wouldn’t a weak person scream if they saw it? Even though executions were a spectacle, seeing corpses walking around was another matter. If I were not careful, I could have been reported as undead.

I needed a place to hide.

Usually I prepare a hiding place in advance, but this time it was an impromptu escape so I had no choice.

‘First of all, with magic….’

“Mr. Woocheon? Are you Mr. Woocheon?”

The name Woocheon is usually introduced to people who have the ability to distinguish between lies. It was also a name that was used more often than his real name in this world, ‘Rain’.

When I looked in the direction where I heard the voice, I saw someone wearing a black robe looking at me.

‘Who is it?’

Not many people know me by this name.

Count Primrose, a warrior, a world tree, a prophet, several great heroes…. You could count it on your fingers.

If I were someone who ‘shouldn’t know’ that I was alive, it could have been a problem. There haven’t been many deaths in the name of rain, but… It wasn’t there at all.

“Oh my, it’s really raining…? How long has it been since this?”

“Oh, it was you?”

“hehehe, are you still playing that ‘runaway’ game?”

When the robed woman reached out to me, an archbishop-level divine power seeped into me and most of her wounds were healed.

Is the problem that now that I’m out of the corpse-like form, I look like a half-naked pervert? Because divine power does not even regenerate clothes.

“Would you like me to borrow the robe I’m wearing?”

“You’re wearing something inside, right…?”

“Oh, is it better if I take off my clothes too? If that’s what Raine wants…”

“No, just take off your robe.”

“hehehe, that’s a shame.”

『Rain? Who is this woman again?』

The woman took off her black robe and handed it to me. Luckily for her, she was wearing proper street clothes underneath.

It was not a suit suitable for a being with archbishop-level divine power. Because the clothes were not much different from the clothes worn by commoners walking around on the streets.

I placed her robe on her body and greeted her.

“Thank you, Easter.”

“Nothing much to say. Between us.”

Her name is Easter.

She was a ‘former’ saint who was chosen directly by the goddess.

『Are you a saint?』

‘In the old days. ‘Not now.’

She has a youthful appearance, as if she has just become an adult… She is a being from a time when former warriors were on active duty.

This means that he is a person who has lived for at least 100 years. It was difficult to guess his age just by looking at his appearance.

I also didn’t know her exact age.

“Easter, you are here… That explosion was the work of a devil worshiper.”

“Some of it. It seems like the emperor also had a lot of grudges here and there.”

Hmm. Well, since there was a hero, it would be okay.

The warrior has also grown dramatically by gaining experience in the demon world, so now he is no longer at a level where he can be defeated by a warlock or something like that. Wouldn’t he already be at the level of a great hero?

“Easter, what about you?”

“hehehe, it’s fate that we met like this… How about a light cup of tea?”

“I don’t think the atmosphere of that tea shop will be good, so I’ll decline.”

“Oh my, are you rejecting her ladyship’s offer so firmly?”

“Still, thank you for helping me…”

I took out a notebook containing the stories of the ‘Myth Age’ from my pocket and handed it to Easter.

『Where did you just get it from? The formal clothes flew away… ? No way….』

Sharp’s habitual slander was ignored.

I think this would be enough to repay me.

“Gift.”

She looked slightly surprised as she examined the contents of the notebook.

“Is this… Reliable data?”

“Maybe?”

This is information I heard directly from the natives who lived at that time.

It will be better than most feeds. Maybe.

I am a little uneasy because the source is Sharp.

“hehehe, rainy weather always surprises me.”

『What does it mean to be anxious because of me?』

This is probably very interesting material for Easter.

After all, she is a former saint.

She was a current devil worshiper.

『Huh? Is that right? No, of course the gods are not demons! But in this day and age, you only believe in the ‘goddess’?』

‘Because Easter is such a unique guy.’

Easter turned his back on the goddess of his own will.

The goddess’ bad taste can be guessed from the fact that her divine power is still maintained.

Maybe it’s NTR’s taste or something like that? I’m not sure.

『What is NTR?』

‘There is. Something profane, evil and terrible.’

『You can add that to the name of God… ?』

What do you think? It’s not even my god.

In the first place, half-humans and half-horses are a race abandoned by both gods. Nowadays, when I hear something that sounds like blasphemy, I just snort.

“Easter, do you have any intention of returning to the church?”

“I’m comfortable here.”

Easter is a devil worshiper, but he is not a warlock.

She does not borrow power from the devil, nor does she practice terrible and evil practices. She simply prays to summon the devil to this earth.

I don’t know why. It may be because she is afraid of losing her divine powers by borrowing the power of the devil. Of course, if I was afraid of that, I wouldn’t have become a devil worshiper in the first place….

Because you don’t know the human mind. Easter in particular had many mysteries.

“If that’s what you mean, Easter… I can’t help it. Take care.”

“Rainy weather too. Isn’t that too much of a strain on your body?”

“So, I’m thinking about retiring soon.”

“…Oh my? Is this true?”

“Uh. This is my last long-term mission.”

“Then… after retirement….”

“Let’s have a cup of tea together then. At a teahouse with a nice atmosphere.”

“hehehe, yes…”

Just like that, Easter disappears into the shadows.

I also used perception-blocking magic and then immersed myself in the crowd.

『Rain.』

“Huh?”

『So where are you going?』

“Well….”

Recently, I have been at the ‘end of the world’ for too long. Because I had to be on standby to help the warrior in case of emergency.

But I don’t think there will be any danger for the hero anymore.

Hmm….

“Sea.”

『Sea?』

I need to go to the other end of the world.

There were so many things that stood out around here. I had to buy some until people forgot about it.

Because I ran away from the wedding, I had to worry about the emperor’s attention. There was a high possibility that the emperor would have noticed that I was alive and well.

If it’s on the other end, the empire’s influence is barely there, so it’ll be fine.

『Wow, Lane just looked like trash.』

“Suddenly?”

Hearing Sharp’s habitual slander, he moved to the branch of the organization closest to the capital of the empire.

Permission to use the teleport gate was required. If I tell the organization, they will take care of it quickly.

“I need to take some rest.”

『Come to think of it, when I was a human, I never saw the sea!』

“It looks like you lived inland?”

『Maybe! I don’t remember very well, though. What if my white and beautiful sword body gets burned by the sun?』

“No, it doesn’t matter because it’s metal…”

Could it be corroded by the salty wind?

Hmm, even though I didn’t take much care of it, it was fine. It’s probably okay.

“Come on, let’s go!”

*

It didn’t take long for the raid to be resolved.

For some reason, the ‘Hero’ and several great heroes were at the wedding hall. Most of the warlocks and resistance fighters were defeated on the spot, and the few who survived were moved to the imperial dungeon.

I don’t know what kind of torture there will be.

It was clear that the pain would be worse than any pain they could imagine.

It is a torture that cannot lead to death as long as one is alive. In this world where ‘divine power’ and ‘potions’ exist, the limitations of the body were not much of a problem.

The emperor’s wedding was canceled. Officially, the Emperor’s groom-to-be was caught in the ambush and killed. Many people expressed condolences.

That’s how the day ended.

The Emperor returned to the room holding the ‘Plum Arm’ with the preservation spell. I knew he would still be alive, but for some reason the shock didn’t go away.

It’s probably because it’s my first time experiencing it firsthand.

The day she wore the emperor’s crown, ‘Nile von Alehem’ simply disappeared quietly. Like a person who never existed from the beginning, like a ghost, his very existence evaporated.

The only trace of him was the coronet placed on his head.

That fact was really hard to bear. It felt like there was a gaping hole somewhere in my heart, and precious emotions were escaping through it.

So this bizarre… It seems like a collection wall has developed.

When I pushed the bedroom nightstand, a door leading to a hidden space was revealed.

There, several pieces of ‘Teacher’ were on display, preserved by magic.

Miles’ eyes, Coral’s left ear, Burnt Umber’s flesh, Lemon’s lower body…. By the end, I was questioning whether people could survive even if this disappeared. Would it have been possible to heal if you drank an elixir like elixir as soon as your body was cut in half?

One part was added there. This is the arm of ‘Plum R. Orchid’.

There was no such thing as ‘Nile von Alehem’. That fact felt very empty.

After looking at the exhibition stand, I returned to the bedroom. He sat on the bed and bruised for a moment, then opened the nightstand and took out a notebook. There are more new things to record.

But, something was strange.

“…Hmm?”

There were traces of use in a notebook that had clearly never been used. One notebook was missing.

The missing notebook was probably taken by the teacher. There was no one else to touch.

Instead, I looked at the remaining notebooks.

It looks like the teacher wrote something down. On the very front page it was written:

[To the old Ruby Empress, who was a girl with a very pretty smile.]

“My name….”

When was the last time you were called by your name?

After my father passed away, no one called me by my name. Even though it was his own name, it somehow felt unfamiliar.

So, I read it out loud for no reason.

“Ruby… Empress….”

What was written on the back was a fairy tale.

When I was a child, the fairy tales that Nile von Adlehem told me every night were written in gentle handwriting in a notebook.

I lay down on the bed. I was alone, but I wasn’t lonely.

I read a storybook while lying down comfortably.

I felt like I could hear the teacher’s voice. The corners of her mouth rose automatically.

I felt like I would have a good dream tonight.