Golden Hand

“Baron Scarl Bernatore.”

Solar’s call was sticky.

Scarl, looking into her eyes, felt strongly that he was about to be sucked into them.

‘What kind of cheap trick is this?’

Gamigin’s Unique magic is as peculiar as Samigina’s.

It’s no coincidence that she infiltrated the humans along with Samigina.

‘I should just kill her here.’

The anger contained in the broken vessel begins to overflow again.

Scarl finally begins to utter her True name.

“Ga—”

“Baron Scarl, stop.”

Solar’s words cut him off once again.

Before he could even point out her use of informal speech, the demon, perhaps unaware that her actions had just saved her life, loosened a few buttons on her chest and sank back into the sofa.

She roughly swept her hair back with one hand, instantly displaying a face worn out with fatigue, like a career woman returning home after working late.

“…”

Scarl didn’t know how to react to that sight.

‘Should I rush in and kill her?’

Scarl, who had straightened his fingertips to form a hand blade…

“What are you looking at? Sit there, Baron Scarl.”

At Solar’s continued boldness, he curled his fingertips into a fist and trembled.

“What is this rudeness, you commoner wench?”

The same words he had used against Io a moment ago, but this time mixed with bewilderment.

At Scarl’s characteristic question, Solar shook her head and tossed her hair.

“Is it because you’re called a Hero? You’re putting up quite a resistance, Baron Scarl.”

Only then did Scarl realize that Gamigin was casting magic on him.

“Answer the question. Ga— Solar.”

“Is your ego strong? Well, fine. I came to extract your information. Midas’s master was curious about you. Now it’s my turn. What’s the reason you created Aiden?”

A coercive force is exerted on Scarl’s body.

Annoying magic spiderwebs constricted his body.

‘This is Gamigin’s magic.’

He could break the magic at any time, but he had calmed down after the conversation.

Gamigin is a demon that can be used, unlike Samigina.

“Answer the question, Baron Scarl. What’s the reason you created him?”

Gamigin’s Unique magic, Exchange of truth.

Demons and humans can only trade truths with each other.

‘His weakness is…’

Scarl quickly remembered the weakness of the magic as his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He wanted to punch her smug face, but he decided to let her use him for a while, thinking that he could easily obtain information about the current Demon King if he used her.

‘The more information about the Demon King, the better.’

Everything is for her sake, the one above.

The shocking image of Luna flashed through his mind, and the vessel that had been filled with Scarl’s anger was now filled with coldness, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured into it.

“Money.”

Fragments are also correct and true.

Omitting the subject ‘to kill the Demon King,’ the statement containing only the purpose was too simple.

Solar was suspicious of him, but the opponent was a strong human Hero who wasn’t easily affected by magic in the first place.

From the start, she didn’t expect to solve everything with a single question.

“Money. Good. It’s your turn, Baron Scarl. Ask me anything you’re curious about. I can even tell you my three sizes, if you want?”

[Conversation of truth] is Gamigin’s magic.

She knew the weaknesses of the magic all too well herself.

‘A flimsy magic. Yet the penalty is severe.’

In the first place, an innocent human who knows nothing would spill the truth to her, and Gamigin only needs to reflect a part of the truth, even if the scales are not balanced.

But now, Scarl and the demon in the ring know the weaknesses of the rules of [Conversation of truth] all too well.

A conversation of lies punctuated with truth, where each tries to deceive the other, begins.

A battle of wits, inferring truth from words as seeds.

“What kind of magic is this?”

Scarl made the first move.

“Magic, indeed… That’s it. My magic. [Kiss of truth]. You and I will become beings who share each other’s secrets, one by one. Forever, Baron Scarl.”

Solar’s answer was plausible.

‘But it’s a lie.’

Therefore, she receives a penalty.

Solar’s left eye gradually hardens.

The unblinking eyeball was not human, but a subtle change occurred in an instant.

A secret strand of magical power moved and stitched Solar’s left eyelid shut.

Solar naturally disguised the eye movement with muscles created by magic.

The change took place in a matter of seconds, but Scarl, who had been expecting it, did not miss the minor change.

‘Just as I knew.’

The penalty for lying.

The demon who casts the magic also bears the risk, just like in the game.

The reason she does such a thing is that everything will be fine if this ‘conversation’ ends.

The ‘Exchange’ of truth is a phrase with a similar but different nuance from Solar’s real magic name.

‘Exchange and conversation are completely different.’

Doesn’t that seem to imply that something must be shared 1:1?

Scarl feigns a sudden outburst.

“What on earth is this? Does Midas want to fight me?”

Solar was full of composure.

“Whoa, whoa, calm down, Baron Scarl. It’s my turn to ask this time, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it was your turn. Commoner.”

Scarl answered a question that didn’t sound like a question.

At that moment.

“Ha.”

Solar’s body twitched.

With an expression of utter surprise, she let out a hollow laugh and looked up at Scarl with a snort.

Solar, looking as if she had taken a hit, composed herself and adjusted her voice as before.

“You’re quite something, aren’t you? The arrogant Baron Scarl Bernatore.”

Solar acknowledged her opponent.

He’s not an easy one, after all.

“You flatter me, Midas’s wench.”

Solar tried to subtly turn the tables while continuing the praise.

“You seem to have more brains than I thought…”

“Shut your useless mouth, wench. Recite about your master.”

Scarl cut her off sharply and asked the question.

‘Master.’

At the question containing that powerful subject, Solar’s mouth moved on its own.

“My name is Solar. And my master… Karas Midas is…”

Enjoying the way Solar’s body was hardening one by one, the two wielded invisible swords.

Back at one side of Midas’s castle.

Karas’s office, with its heavy curtains drawn, was filled with darkness, in contrast to the dawn outside.

Since Solar had arrived, Karas’s nights had been long and arduous.

The space of anguish, filled with torment, was brightened by the shining sun.

“M…aster.”

Solar was a little surprised that her human master was exuding a different atmosphere than usual.

“Good… no, you haven’t slept a wink.”

What had changed him?

Could it be that something that demons cannot feel exists in humans?

Bernatore’s Scarl and Midas’s Karas were certainly not humans who would grow to this extent.

“Yes.”

Karas had become weaker after meeting her.

And that was definitely not a bad choice.

“Yes. I’ve decided, Solar.”

This appearance was similar to Scarl’s.

Not a nameless magician, nor a meaningless magic, nor someone crushed by the task of being a Hero, unable to even breathe easily, but someone similar to a special human who could be called a hero, calmly supporting everything.

‘Surely that guy is just a blood relative who can’t even wear the guise of a Hero’s strike…’

Observing humans from the sidelines is so enjoyable.

“What…?”

She liked that the domineering energy she had felt from Scarl was emanating from her human master.

In Karas’s eyes, which didn’t look like those of someone who had stayed up all night, a light like lava overflowed.

With a tone full of confidence.

“…Karas Midas commands. I will start a joint venture with Aiden. Starting with that, I will swallow them up. Solar.”

Karas had overcome Solar’s status for the first time.

He thinks and acts on his own.

A mere human is trying to escape the embrace of this Gamigin.

Having only met Scarl Bernatore once, Karas was taking on the form of a full-fledged man.

‘What has changed him so much?’

While recalling the completely different image of Scarl Bernatore that she knew.

While disguising her surprised expression at the completely different appearance of Karas.

Solar simply found this situation, which had changed so rapidly in a single day, amusing.

‘After all, they’re all in the palm of my hand.’

They’re just humans, after all.

“Understood.”

“Since you started it, bring it to an end. Solar. Go to Scarl and prepare to tear him apart.”

An absurd order.

But the look in his eyes that he trusted her and the boldness that he could overcome whatever happened resembled a true master.

Solar’s voice trembled slightly.

“Understood, Master.”

The majesty and vigor were so wonderful for a human.

‘I might have gotten a little wet.’

Crisis makes a man strong.

Karas, who had been weak, had become a Lion flaunting a magnificent mane in just a few days.

‘But if the opponent is that Scarl…’

It won’t be easy at all.

Solar was genuinely enjoying this situation, leaving everything else aside.