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082 – Hyde goes to Barakhan’s theological college! # 4

Valtiel had great pride in himself.

As many as one million people have seen the story born from his fingertips.

Valtiel felt as if he was climbing a high tower filled with books and looking down on the world.

‘I will rise higher with only my talents! Unlike the kids who were lucky enough to be born into noble families, they are self-made!

Every story I write is a bestseller.

People of all ages and genders are anxiously awaiting their new work.

“Professor, what are you thinking like that? I asked him if he was in a good mood, but he didn’t answer. Are you thinking about your next project?”

When Valtiel was lost in thought in his laboratory-.

The female student who was looking at her tilted her head.

A fresh-faced female student.

Baltiel, who drew lines around his eyes while looking at the nape of his neck, spoke with a hint of knowledge.

“Well, that’s right. Creation is truly painful. I have to be lost in thought every day. Is there anything else this painful?”

The pain of creation.

Valtiel had no doubt that it was the greatest pain.

I thought it was comparable to the pain of a midwife and the cataclysm of creation.

Soon the female student asked.

“Can’t I just use it roughly?”

Stupid bitch.

Valtiel swallowed those sounds with his mouth and kindly explained.

“People who write must have a mission to teach the people and lead them to the right path. I am, so to speak, a prophet leading people. Like the great Moses and Elijah.”

“I don’t know much about that. Rather, you’re giving me an A for today’s essay, right?”

Valtiel frowned as he looked at the female student.

The female student’s writing was miserable.

But even so, Valtiel had to give him an A grade.

The reason was simple.

Because this stupid and poor girl was the only daughter of the Count of Provence.

Valtiel is a good writer, though.

Although he looked down on people, Valtiel had the limitation of not being a nobleman.

In order to succeed, you will have to line up well.

‘The Count of Provence is my biggest supporter. If you can persuade even a stupid girl like this-.’

Valtiel recalled the man he saw an hour ago.

Bronze Plaque Monk Hyde.

He was a man whose writing was childish and unappealing.

‘A village of back alley nymphs. Anyone could tell that it was a plagiarism from my “Pilgrimage to Heavenly Father.” It’s the worst thing in the world that a guy like that can even claim to be a writer. ‘It’s like bragging about the count family.’

Valtiel was convinced that Hyde was an arrogant person who was lucky enough to become the Count’s son-in-law.

What on earth was so attractive about a guy like that that he married that Psyche?

‘If I had known this would happen, I should have crushed that nose very flat. No more fussing about writing! ‘Don’t let it go out into the world!’

Valtiel was a best-selling author.

When it came to writing, he had a very high authority, and it was easy to use that to nip things in the bud.

In fact, how many children have broken their pens after being pointed out by Baltiel?

Also, even without needing to point it out, many people who felt the difference and gap between Baltiel’s writing and their own writing have written off their writings.

A human called Hyd should also be like that.

‘Should I write about my stupid son-in-law in my new work? I’m writing a story about Daryl’s son-in-law, who only trusts others and shows off, but is eventually abandoned by his wife and falls tragically. It’ll be refreshing.’

Valtiel was happy to have found the next topic.

Sze-.

A female student hugged by Baltiel.

“So, Professor. When will you show your next work? You said you would show it to me first.”

There was no trace of intelligence and he looked fawning like an animal.

Valtiel was truly disgusted.

‘In the past, I could have been considered cute just because I was young, but now I can’t stand it. Is it because I met Psyche? When I look at that woman, I see that this guy looks ugly.’

Psyche was a gentle and intelligent woman.

It also made sense that Valtiel hated Hyde so much that Hyde married Psyche.

I also didn’t understand why Psyche said she liked “The Village of the Backstreet Nymphs” more than a perfect writer like herself.

It was right then.

“Bah, Professor Valtiel! Come out and try it! Come on!”

Valtiel heard someone calling and went outside to see what was going on.

I saw people gathered near a wall and chatting…

It was written there:

“Please explain the plagiarist Baltiel to me, Rust.”

“What?”

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author.

In my opinion, writers are broadly divided into two types.

A thorough capitalist type.

And a dogmatic type who tries to teach others.

There is no need to explain about the capitalist type of writer who is passionate about views and sales.

To begin with, these people weren’t that much of a problem.

The real problem is the latter.

A dogmatic type of writer.

“I can control the human mind. Those who thought, “I can change people’s thoughts!” were the truly dangerous writers.

And Valtiel was just this type of person.

A fool who thinks he is a prophet.

Who are you that you judge humans to be ignorant and foolish and try to teach them?

I’ve never had any hardships…

The biggest hardship in the world is being in a warm place when it’s cold, and a cool place when it’s hot, writing unproductive words with your fingers!

“Valtiel. You are trash.”

There were only two things in the world that could teach people.

One is the Bible.

And one was the writing of I, Hyde, who lives a more Biblical life than anyone else.

Sze-.

I punched a hole in a piece of backing paper commonly available at universities.

Then, I completed the mask by drawing a cross with my blood on it.

“B. Advent.”

“Khehehe… you are… !”

“… Didn’t he leave for Pluto…? !”

“The mask is unique! But it’s real! I, Michelan, the third ascendant, can tell!”

Sze-.

I wrote in ink on the wall as people retreated one by one.

“Please explain the plagiarist Baltiel to me, Rust.”

It was a simple story.

Soon a crowd of people came, and among them was Valtiel.

Valtiel asked, hiding behind the soldiers.

He pretended to understand the truth of the world and wrote as if he was a prophet, but in reality, he was a very cowardly person who hid behind a steel blade when a crisis came.

“Um, is that guy really Rust?”

“I am me. Valtiel. You stupid bastard. Please explain the plagiarism of my work “Devil Island”!”

Pot-.

I shouted proudly.

Soon people will be asking “plagiarism?” or “what on earth do you mean? They started talking with people saying things like “Baltiel plagiarized?”

Valtiel said.

“What are you doing! Arrest that man quickly!”

“Do you really think I showed up here alone? Two thousand of my men are stationed near this seminary. If you don’t do what I say, there will be a huge fire in Barakhan. This is not a metaphor or analogy.”

Are there really 2,000 of my men waiting here in Barakhan?

Of course it was a joke.

However, the people were very afraid and the soldiers were unable to move quickly.

I took advantage of that opportunity to speak.

“Valtiel. Your work, “Pilgrimage of the Heavenly Man,” is a plagiarism of my “The Devil”!!! I’ll show you the proof!!! Pilgrim, the main character of Pilgrimage, pretends to be innocent, but is a very wicked person!!!”

“What does that mean! My work is a plagiarism of “The Devil”! My work was written earlier─.”

“You’re such an idiot that you don’t understand. Pilgrim represents a clean and innocent protagonist, but he is ultimately a by-product of sex between a man and a woman. Am I wrong?”

“That—what nonsense… .”

“In other words, you can say that you plagiarized the characters that appear in My Demonic Map. Because the characters in my show are sex itself. It seems like people didn’t notice the plagiarism because of Valtiel’s poor and trivial writing skills.”

“My writing skills are poor?”

“Foolish Valtiel, do you know how many copies of my “Demon Sword” have been sold? It is certain that the more an article sells, the better it is. Valtiel, you are in a complete hierarchical relationship with me. Therefore, what I say is right.”

“… … !”

Valtiel closed his mouth and could not say a word.

His eyes were moving left and right, obviously trying to think of something nice to say.

How does it feel to be beaten by your own claims?

You idiot.

Soon he spoke.

“Rust, I know very well that your writing has sold over 2 million copies! but… that… Oat porridge sells more than steak… Oat porridge is not a better food! okay! That’s it!”

This bastard-.

Are you changing your words now?

Are you quoting exactly what I said?

You fucking bastard!

You are guilty!

“I Rust makes a statement here. If there is even one copy of Valtiel’s book left in the world, I will not write the next work, ‘Fuck the World’.”

It was that moment.

Someone shouted in the crowd.

“What the fuck! I can’t believe I can’t see Rust’s next work because of a bastard like Valtiel! Let’s all burn Baltiel’s book! Bring it all here!”

“Turn it into kindling!”

“From the beginning, I didn’t like the idea of you showing off just because you wrote some letters!”

People gathered Baltiel’s writings in one place and began to burn them all.

Baltiel was astonished when he saw that.

“Stop it! What on earth are you doing! Stop it!”

“Khahaha! The world is getting a little warmer now! Valtiel, what did you say? A good book is an ax with which to chop the world! I’ll show you! ruler! This is the good book you were talking about!”

Sze-.

I took out the ax that was lying in the backyard.

“Is this a book? It’s an axe! You stupid bastard! You idiot don’t know that letters are just letters! A book is a book and an ax is an axe! Come here! I will personally pour blood from your neck and saturate the world with that red ink! Hahaha! Know with glory! That your blood can become my book!”

“Ahh! Mr. Rust himself handed down the death sentence! Valtiel, you are dead! As expected, it was a good idea to hide in Barakhan! This top minion, Hans, knew!”

“Baltiel is truly dead now!!!!!”

“It could be Rust’s book! i envy you! Valtiel, change it with me!!!”

I stretched out my hand towards Valtiel, who was trembling with fear like a captured rabbit.

It literally looks like it’s about to urinate.

“Hey! Ha, don’t do it! help me! Help me! Wrong! Wrong!”

“Really? What did you do wrong?”

“… … .”

Valtiel rolled his eyes as if he was embarrassed.

Soon, Valtiel spoke as if he was concentrating his thoughts.

“Well, how dare I make excuses to Rust or something… I did… ! My “Pilgrimage of the Elders” is a plagiarism of Rust’s “The Devil’s Road”… you’re right… ! Even though my article was written first… !”

“You should have admitted it a long time ago! But it’s already too late! Give me your blood!”

“Hiii!”

It was the exact moment when Valtiel wet his pants due to urination.

“Rust! I can’t believe you even showed up in a place like this!”

I saw Psyche and her companions running from afar.

Before they showed up, I tried to just harass Valtiel and get out, but I got more excited than I thought and wasted time.

“Rust! Hurry up and eat it!”

“We will take care of this place!”

Fortunately, the ubiquitous Blood Crusade and renegade seminarians blocked their path.

However, today it was not easy to escape.

“I am Alter Archibald! Rust! I will arrest you in the name of Lord Elohim and His Holiness Pope Gregory!

Today, in addition to Psyche, there was Alter Archibald.

Two golden knights.

Even if Rust is omnipotent, it is a difficult situation to escape from.

Flapping, fluttering-.

Even the makeshift paper mask fluttered as if it would fall off at any moment!

People who saw it shouted.

“, the mask is about to come off!”

“It’s dangerous! Those who see Mr. Rust’s bare face will go straight to hell and not get the 72 beauties!”

this!

Sze-.

I said, holding the paper mask in place with my hands.

“Alter Archbolt! A guy like Nicholas who targets someone else’s wife!”

“I’m like Nicholas?”

Alter frowned.

I spoke without missing the opportunity.

“Why don’t you stop being hypocritical! It is widely said in the world that you are targeting the wife of the pious and faithful Mr. Hyde! This disgusting bastard!”

“That’s nonsense! There is nothing to listen to!”

What nonsense!

You bastard, you had a friendly conversation with my wife, Psyche, like people in the youth group at church!

I saw it all!

“Alter, if you are truly innocent of adultery and adultery, prove it by letting me go right now! Otherwise, you are admitting that you are an adulterous man targeting Psyche!!!”

“What… ?”

“Now, admit it! Alter Archibald! The ugly desires hidden behind your mask of hypocrisy! Those who put in the effort to pretend to be good and insist on justice are the most ugliestly distorted people!”