Requiem Of A Failed Hero

“Thank you so much brother– No, my lord!! Thank you for deciding to help me!”

“Help you? Don’t misunderstand me. I am only doing this for Volmak.”

Varac’s red eyes glared down at him.

“Thank you so much brothe– My lord!”

Valac looked at him with scornful eyes but he could be seen restricting his gaze and momentarily taking them off Absalom.

“There is something you must do.”

“I will do anything,” Absalom shouted with his head bowed.

“There was a human with Volmak when he lived at the borders.”

Absalom clenched his fist as Valac spoke.

‘If not for that bastard! I’m sure that bastard is the cause of all this…’

“I don’t know much about him but if we are ever going to be of help to Volmak then we have to know what happened to this human. I will send you to the human world–

Valac paused as he noticed the slight change in Absalom, he was shocked, to go to the human world was a big deal for him, and Valac knew that very well.

“What, do you have a problem with that?” Valac asked with a stern and intimidating tone.

“No, my lord”

There had been no frequent happenings where demons go to the human world, but there have been one. The story of Ba’al is a story that everyone knows but no one would dare to speak of.

They say he fell in love with human nature after deciding to go to the human world, he got so weak and was finally killed by the humans when they find out he is a demon. Of course, there are always so many sides to the story, there’s a side that says he was killed by the primordials, and others say he was killed by a demon who wanted the throne until we truly know the truth in coming days, we cannot assume.

Going to the human world, Absalom shook at the thought of it. He had never been out of Felfhiem, traveling from realm to realm. But the human world. He gulped and toughened his resolution.

“Fine… then get going. And be careful the moment you use your demonic powers in the human world, the celestials will come for you. And trust me, I won’t save you.” Valac added as he waved a hand toward his brother.

One of the soldiers standing behind him responded and escorted Absalom out.

“What have you done? Your Highness.” Valac’s advisor exclaimed with a shaking voice.

“Shut up Falas you are naive.”

“But your highness if lady Lilith…”

“Do you intend to snitch?”

“Never your highness.” Falas acknowledged this time with a firm tone.

Valac leaned back into his throne and awaited the result of the scheme that played in his head.

In that wicked grin that parted bus lips, one thing was for sure. This wasn’t going to be a pleasant experience for Absalom.

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*** 𝘦𝘯.𝘰𝘳𝘨

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(Earth, South Korea)

[Slot of summons will increase as you level up]

‘Ah, that will be hard. It just got harder to level up. What do you expect this minion to think when I keep dying? I am their master, I can’t portray myself as weak’

[If after now you still think dying is a description of weakness then…]

[…we still have a long way to go]

Raith gulped as he saw the response. The abyss didn’t use to give him answers like this. But ever since he returned from the disguise gate, this has been happening. Although it didn’t speak much, Raith could feel that it was different from before.

“Hyungnim, I know it’s late but I prepared dinner,” Min-ho said, bearing a pot as he walked to the living room and gently placed the pot on the center table.

“Hyungnim. This is a home-cooked ramen.”

“Is there anything such as home-cooked ramen…?” Raith squinted his eyes at Min-ho, who in response giggled as he defended his cooking.

“Come on hyungnim, what are you saying? This is home-cooked from A to Z, except for the fact that I have to get the ramen though. I even added a lot of banchan.”

He ran to the kitchen after dropping the ramen, come back with a tray, and began to set the table that Raith was seated in front of, crosslegged.

Kimchi, a fermented vegetable made with cabbage and with a subtle spicy taste.

Bean sprouts, tofu, and even spinach, on other plates, was boiled pork belly, all that was laid before Raith.

‘Still, this is how we have been eating it for the past week since I came out of the gate… why the fuck is he proud.’ With how delicious the food set in front of him was looking, Raith scowled at it and lifted his face to Min-ho who sat down, looking all accomplished and fulfilled.

“Min-ho.”

“Yes, Hyungnim.” He raised his brows as he was about to dish the ramen into plates.

“You can’t cook any other dish right?”

Raith’s question jolted through his spine flaring him for a second.

“Ha ha… hyungnim. Why will you say something.”

“Except we eat out, or order pizza… or eat bread and cake. The only thing we cook in this house is ramen. And you act like you are a ramen God or something.”

“Ha ha ha… if hyungnim compliments me like that, I have no choice but to accept it. It seems I am really a ramen god.”

“Min-ho, that wasn’t a compliment. I’m complaining.” Raith said with a straight gaze darted into his eyes. Before he took the steaming hot pork belly and stuffed it into his mouth.

Min-ho who had stretched to stop him due to the hotness and honestly wanted to stop his hyungnim from burning his hand and tongue was shocked to see Raith crush everything within his mouth, both the bone and the meat. But what fascinated him was there was no reaction from Raith.

“Hyungnim. By chance do you have a high tolerance for hot food?”

“Huh?” Raith looked at him with a raised eyebrow but did not respond until he had swallowed. “I have a high resistance for anything hot… and cold.”

“Ah! so that was how you were fine in that castle and that is why you always want the air conditioner at its highest even though this weather is cold enough already.”

They have technically been living for three weeks, yet Min-ho felt like he had known everything about Raith. Well, on the surface we could at least target that much but deeply? He’s not even close!