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Chapter 6 - Episode 6. When bitterness is done, sweet comes (2)

I thought I was mistaken, but I was sure.

'This is magic.'

But why the aura of magic in the temple?

I didn't know why, but it mattered. The important thing is that if you have magic, you can do magic, summon subordinates, or whatever.

And the direction in which the horsepower is felt....

Kitchen?

The Skeleton King saw the building bustling with food.

At the same time, the smell of food wafted in, and the Skeleton King reeled like a zombie.

'Damn it! I'm hungry and delirious.'

After hundreds of years, the empty stomach I felt was tearfully happy, but now it was the limit!

'You paladins.'

He thought he would starve to death if he did this, so he rolled over. While the paladins were staring blankly, it wasn't hard to escape from the quilt.

If I trust these bastards and wait, I will rob the warehouse myself.

Now it wasn't the time for him to cover up the cold and hot rice.

It doesn't have to be meat, as long as you can eat anything!

That was then.

The moment the Skull King entered the kitchen, he heard the screams of the paladins.

"Oh my God, Confucius! Did you come here because you were hungry? Hey man! Get it quickly!"

"Don't worry. We've prepared the best food!"

Oh!

These cubs. I'm sorry I brought you to the temple, but forgive me for preparing the best.

"You have specially prepared something precious from the imperial family!"

Oh! Pretty guys!

Even imperial food!

Whatever you give me, I'll enjoy it!

Soon, however, the Skeleton King's face contorted at the food they had brought to the golden tableware.

* * *

It's been hundreds of years since the Skeleton King missed the human body.

He wanted a bowl of ramen just once before he died.

It's also an insanely spicy broth!

It was a hot, icy guy who had been stewed as a late-night meal. No, actually, it was ramen, and he slept, and if he just ate anything, he had no wish.

Just being able to eat and go down his throat was enough for him to live 100 years smiling.

And finally, after hundreds of years!

I could eat like a human being.

Whatever comes out is delicious....

Enjoy....

But in front of the food, the Skeleton King was full of dissatisfaction.

It had to be.

'I said, no matter what, tastes good, but... I didn't want to eat this....'

The face of the Skeleton King biting the bottle rotted. His fingers gripped the bottle, and a lot of strength crept in.

'No yes... It's a baby, so formula is good....'

I don't even have teeth yet, so I have to eat this hard and grow my body. That way, you can also raise your magic level quickly.

But if you're going to give it to me, at least give me milk.

'What are tree roots! Rootwater,!'

The Skeleton King looked at the tabletop with anger in his eyes.

Above it were beans and grass in golden tableware.

Even this was the Skeleton King who refused to let the Paladins try to make green juice out of grotesque grass and opted for bean water.

I'd rather have soy milk than the mysterious green juice!

Of course, even this was more like a boiled beast of beans than the soy milk that the Skeleton King remembered.

Therefore, the Skeleton King couldn't help but be shocked.

I'm forced to eat to survive, but...

'Is that really the food sent by the imperial family?'

At this point, he had no choice but to seriously consider whether he could choose naturalization as a saint.

'Could it be that the Holy Empire is not a vegetarian country?'

Of course vegetables are good. It's good, but it's the finest food sent by the imperial family.

No matter what, it's a boiled beast!

'These bastards, was it an elven nation?'

But soon, the Skeleton King shook his head.

No, not really.

It was the first time in hundreds of years that he had a body that could barely eat and chew.

If this is their staple food, whether it is bean water or wild water, now I am grateful and humble ....

"But is it really okay? What if we don't eat it to Confucius?"

"He is the agent of the noble god and the body that will be a religious. I've only prepared it cleanly."

"The Holy Father has commanded that candidates for sainthood must be fed only with the corresponding crop."

"Yes, it's an assignment."

You can't chew on this pope bastard!

I didn't like them for a long time.

The Skeleton King, who was about to smash the bottle, spewed flesh from his eyes.

Before I can kill the gods, I will pluck the pope's branches first.

Meanwhile, the Skeleton King's eyes turned to the bento bag carried by the paladins. The bag smelled delicious.

And feeling the skeleton king's gaze, the paladins laughed as if they were moved.

"Do you really care about us? You don't have to worry about us!"

"That's right. Our Knights Templar even packed a lot of meat specialties to protect Confucius!"

"So don't worry, eat a lot... Uh-huh! Confucius spits!"

"Wait, Confucius! Stop it! Uh-huh!"

Whoops! Whoops!

These paladin bastards will surely be enslaved and rolled away.

'Eating this doesn't make you a saint.'

But not the other guy, and the Pope instructs you to feed this?

'Damn, I'm hungry, so eat for now.'

Unexpectedly, it felt like eating bean noodle soup, and it was also delicious.

If only I could hit sugar and salt.

Of course, it wasn't a job for the Skeleton King to make seasonings with magic, but well?

I used the first order magic and my magic has already run out.

'This is all because it is the body of a saint.'

Because it's a body that doesn't match the magic?

You're welcome, but not for that reason.

On the contrary, this body was the best body for a mage who gathered strength. It was a body that could store any power as much as a monster.

But.

'You have to have enough storage, monster.'

Well, I understood.

The human body was small compared to the gods. So how can you put so much power into that small body?

'Impurities are filtered out and compressed as much as possible.'

It is to compress the filtered force as much as possible. So that the power of work can produce the power of ten thousand.

But.

'Damn, I looked at the saint's body so ridiculously.'

The compressive force was so great that even if they absorbed the force, they could only fill a few drops!

Of course, the output was rather good. Compressing meant using the same amount of power to increase power.

In other words, the destructive power of magic also increased. It must be because of this that the first-order magic had advanced magic power.

But it was difficult to keep going.

'Even though it is powerful, when will it fill up its magic barrel when it is compressed like this?'

The only way to fill the Magic in the Holy Empire is to absorb the Magic Core.

But if it stays like this, he'll end his life looking for magic hacks until he becomes a crooked grandfather.

'Damn, are you telling me to convert?'

Don't even think about dealing with the gods, but be their?

I don't have the magic power, so it's hard to call out my subordinates...

But that was then.

The expression of the Skeleton King, who was sipping bean water like soju with a face that had been bought all his life, became strange.

'Hmm?'

He looked at the bottle as if something was wrong. He tilted his head and drank again.

gulp.

'... Hmm?'

The Skeleton King looked at the bottle as if it were a worm.

'What is this?'

Why does it seem that the more you eat soybean water, the more magical you get?

Is it because of the mood?

Feeling strange, the Skeleton King gulped it down a few more times, but it was clear.

'Crazy, real magic is accumulating?!'

The Skeleton King glared at the bottle dumbfounded.

The reason was unknown.

It's just that in the current situation, what is certain is...

'You can build up your magic power just by eating!'

You can use magic!

At that thought, the crazy Skeleton King's eyes changed.

That was then.

"Oh my! Confucius!"

"Oh!"

gulp. gulp.

The Skeleton King, who had been drinking bean water, began to empty the bottle at a frantic speed.

The magic began to rise.

'Good! You like! This is it!'

No magic promotion, no smashing (?) of this kingdom of clerics!

After emptying one of the bottles in an instant, the Skeleton King reached out with his small hand and protested to offer something else.

"Taya! Tayayayayaya (Why don't you get more sooner, you bastards)!"

Even the paladins seemed surprised when the bottle slammed it onto the tabletop.

"Oh my God, I was worried that you wouldn't be able to eat it, no matter how much of the assignment...!"

"You forced other saint candidates to eat."

"Yes, no matter how pretty you chose it, honestly, it's the least inferior crop in terms of taste..."

"It's for the religious, but what nobleman would say that the peasants don't eat it? Even the higher priests take that... Honestly, I didn't see it..."

But whether he did it or not, this time, the eyes of the skeleton king eating the green juice glazed.

'There is, too. Magic in the ingredients!'

Even this time, it was quite a bit of magic!

And until now, I had never eaten food because it was a skeleton, so I had no idea.

Could it be that if you eat food, you can also absorb magic?

But I've never heard of such a thing as possible.

'Is it because of my < harness exploit> skill?'

The Skeleton King could absorb all the magic power regardless of the target.

In other words, this means that you can get magic just by the act of ingesting it every day. It's different from gathering with magic cores or cultivation lilies.

'Well, it seems that each food has a different amount of magic.'

Some were the size of a rat's tail, while others had a month's worth of magic.

'Which one? Which one is a month's worth?'

Well, it didn't matter.

'Let's eat it all before the priests come!'

When the Skeleton King frantically devoured it, the paladins were very fond of it for some reason.

"After all, this of the candidates must be the saint!"

"The food for religious that was only eaten by saints in the old days is so delicious!"

At the paladins' words, the Skeleton King narrowed his brows.

Candidate for sainthood?

Speaking of which, I've been listening to it since the fake nanny.

'There are more candidates for sainthood.'

Like the saint, the saint would have as much power in the human camp as the king.

Knowing that, the Holy Families would be fighting for power in a bloody way.

And this dirty tasteless rubbish... No, pure food would be one of the methods of discernment of the saint.

So I understood.

There was only one question.

'Why is there poison in the crop?'

It wasn't even just poison.

'This is divine poison.'

It was not a 'divine poison' but a 'poison that destroys divine powers'.

It is not instantaneous, but as it is poisonous, it dies if it accumulates in the body. And life is also life, but above all it is a deadly poison for the clergy who must use divine power.

'If a saint doesn't have divine powers, he's going to die.'

Of course, there was no harm to the Skeleton King at all.

'Because you're making it into this poison, a magic hack.'

Magical power and divine power are superlative.

If he wanted to kill the divine power, it was natural to kill with magic.

And a poison made of magic hacks?

If you give a demon tribe something made of magic hacks, it's just sucking the magic on the side and grabbing it!

Of course, the poison would remain, but that didn't matter.

Even if the poison enters, it is a piece of cake for a demon king who is about the size of a skeleton king to decompose the poison and absorb it generously with magic!

The Skeleton King, who absorbed the poison in an instant, narrowed his brows as if he was very excited.

'Crazy, this is three months' worth of magic!'

This is the best!

I don't know who put it in, but it was worth it!

How poisonous it is, three months' worth of magic!

I don't know why the food the pope has designated as a task is poisoned, but at least it won't be for saintly discernment.

If it were for discernment, he would have used a poison other than the one that would make the priest an, and he would have used immediacy.

So, if you think about it easily, it is the work of hostile forces who want to eliminate all the candidates for the Dokdo saint, but ...

'Oh, crazy! Five months' worth of horsepower this time!'

The Skeleton King shivered with excitement.

It's a power struggle, and isn't this more toxic?

Bring it to the poison, please.

* * *

"Did you say that the child of the Eshua family is a saint?"

Main office of the Holy See.

A man's clean eyebrows raised when he received the news.

It was a man in a black uniform.

The only ones allowed black in the Holy Empire are the cardinals.

The man, who didn't seem to allow even dust in his uniform, raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and the servant who came to report trembled.

The name 'Eshua' had made the owner uncomfortable.

He was making a fuss about the story of the Eshua family, which is so famous in the Holy Empire, and then he made a mistake.

Zhong Zhong apologized urgently and continued.

"He, the Imperial Knights, are said to have saved the saint candidate of the House of Eshua from kidnappers. It is now said that it has been moved to a nearby temple."

"I know that."

The seed swallowed dryly.

were papal agents and housemasters of the five dukes, responsible for producing all the clergy and paladins of the continent.

With the advent of that had never existed in history, not only the five dukes but also all kinds of families decided that their children were real saints.

And this was an important matter that attracted the attention of the emperor, and it was a major event that would determine the hegemony of the empire in the future.

However, there will be another candidate from the 5th Duke family.

"What shall I do...? He didn't even know he existed in Eshua, so it would be easy for us to deal with it in the middle."

"Done. If it gets into the ears of the imperial family, it is troublesome."

"But...."

"I've already sent a deputy. I don't care about flies dying right away anyway."

Because the crops sent to each saint candidate were poisoned.

It's not difficult to mix the sacred poison in the middle.

As a suckling, he would die in less than half a day if he took a sip.

You'll never see your face.

But in the meantime.

'More! More! It's more poisonous!'

The Skeleton King had already emptied ten buckets of poisoned green juice.