episode_0652

The atmosphere around here becomes slightly frozen.

Ira, who had been watching from a distance, runs over and asks Pigritia questions while pointing at her.

“You, what are you talking about! You can’t give strength to my apostle, that’s different from what you said before!”

“Uhhh… I never said I would hand over my power.”

Pigletia giggled as she answered like that.

Upon seeing this, Ira’s red hair gradually rose into the sky.

“I guess I’ll come to my senses once I taste the heat.”

He calms down by grabbing her shoulder as she approaches him as if she’s about to throw a punch.

“Calm down. Let me hear what you have to say.”

It didn’t seem like he was simply rejecting it based on personal likes and dislikes.

It seemed like there was some trepidation involved when teasing Ira, but anyway.

Ask her.

“Tell me why.”

“Why…? Are you really asking because you don’t know?”

“… … .”

I’m lost in thought for a moment.

Is there any reason why she shouldn’t be empowered?

I don’t think there is anything special, except when my strength is at its limit and I can’t receive it.

When I couldn’t find the answer, she gave me the answer instead.

“You… are too sincere.”

“… … .”

I forgot about it for a moment.

To whom did she share her power?

sloth.

Lazy and extravagant people.

Those who have abandoned even the minimum duties they must fulfill in life.

“Is it because I’m not that kind of person that you can’t give me power?”

“That’s right.”

“… … .”

okay.

That’s what it was.

They have been constantly weighing the ‘qualified’ for quite some time.

Which of them is fit for his power?

He also sought out those who stood out among them and gave them strength as apostles.

That means there is a compatibility between the goddess’s personal likes and dislikes and her powers.

It’s obvious how the Goddess of Sloth chooses people.

Among those who have talent, they must be the most indolent and lazy.

A bitter smile comes out naturally.

“This is… , I didn’t expect it.”

The process of gaining the power of anger was smooth, so I never imagined that I would encounter such difficulties.

okay.

Lately, I feel like I’ve been eating my life up.

But it is too early to give up.

“I understand your criteria for choosing people. But I think that handing over power doesn’t necessarily have to be based on a compatible personality, right?”

“That’s… , not right.“

Haven’t you experienced it once already?

He gave me the power to do so.

Does that mean I’m the perfect fit for the power of wrath?

No, it won’t be.

There must be someone in this world who harbors anger, but there must be many who harbor even more anger than I do.

That means, regardless of the goddess’s personal likes and dislikes, and regardless of how perfectly the apostle can wield the power, the act of handing over is possible.

“And yet you won’t hand over the power to me?”

“Yeah.”

Pigritia nodded slowly but clearly to convey her message to me.

He pressures her in a slightly lower tone.

“Even if I threaten to kill Shadow?”

“… … .”

Pigletia slowly shifted her gaze and looked up at me.

The corners of her mouth slightly turn up as she casts a blank look.

“Don’t be sad… , it can’t be helped.”

“… If Shadow dies, you won’t be safe either.”

“Seal…, are you talking about that?”

“Yeah.”

I hated it so much that just hearing the word seal would make me go crazy.

The same goes for Gula.

Although not as much as her, whenever the topic of seals came up, a look of disgust appeared on her face.

That means Pigletia too… .

“I… , that sounds good.”

“… … .”

“How fun it is to roll around in the dark, hehe.”

It wasn’t a boast.

She really isn’t even afraid of seals.

No, I’m having fun.

Eternal time spent imprisoned in pitch-black darkness, unable to see even an inch ahead.

It might not be such a bad condition for another goddess, but for her it might not be such a bad condition.

Now I understand.

”… You are not a target for threats or persuasion.“

He is extremely lazy and sloppy, but he has a stronger will than anyone else.

She opens her mouth with a faint smile, as if she finally understands.

”I know… , I know. Those chosen by me, are all useless beings.“

”… … .“

You are a useless being.

It depends on your perspective, but it’s not entirely wrong.

As I said before, they are beings who have abandoned even the minimum duties given to me.

”But you know…? I think those kids are also essential.“

Pigritia slowly stretches out both arms towards the high ceiling.

”If there are useful people…, there should be useless people too, to maintain balance, right?“

I don’t know.

Is she just making excuses for all the lazy people in the world?

Or is there really such a balance in the laws of this world?

If someone else had said that, I would have dismissed it as nonsense, but the person who said it was a goddess.

”That’s why, the country should love those kids too. There should be at least one… special lazy person.“

Affection is melted into a smile that you can’t tell if it’s crying or laughing.

”So-, I won’t give you power. I won’t let you take it away. Because you are… , a useful being-.“

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at this.

But I roughly understood what it meant.

The fact that his power is only for the lazy and indolent.

That even if I die, that one thing will not change.

”… Okay, I got it.“

As I spoke in a resigned tone, she tilted her head and asked.

”Are you going to kill me?“

”No, I won’t kill you.“

”Why?“

”I like people with strong convictions like you.“

If it is a belief based on evil, then it must be broken.

The guy’s face turns pink after hearing my answer.

”Hawaii… , well, confession is difficult.“

”Why?“

”It’s annoying to love.“

”… … .“

Truly worthy of the goddess of sloth.

Her words continue.

”Okay. Since you have shown mercy to me and my apostles, I will give you a gift too.“

”… A gift?“

”Yeah, Seonmuul. I can’t give you all the powers, but… , a little bit… , I guess it’s okay.“

A faint light scattering energy rises above the two hands clasped in front of the chest.

”Okay, it’s yours.“

A force that rushes fiercely and digs into me.

At the same time, a message comes to mind.

[You have acquired a fragment of the power of the Goddess of Sloth, Pigritia.]

[You have acquired the sub-trait ‘Remnant’.]

It was an unexpected gift.

* * *

Villains love winter.

Why?

The days are short and the nights are long.

Revenge against the world, unauthorized pleasures are only permitted at night, not during the day.

As if resisting the cold wind blowing, they became even hotter as winter approached.

-“How are you preparing?”

-“There’s no problem here.”

-“There’s no particular problem here.”

-“Me too.”

-“Woohoohum…, yum, delicious.”

The executives answer Chris’s questions one by one.

Only Kim Do-jin hesitated to answer, and opened his mouth with difficulty.

“I’ve roughly made a list. I’ll deliver it fresh on your desired date, so just choose the date carefully.”

-“Huh, is that so? You’ve worked hard.”

I felt a thorn in my side, but I didn’t trip or fall over.

Even without that, things aren’t going well after Yoon Myeong-ho’s death, so there’s no need to make a fuss about it.

Anyway, there is one thing to note in this meeting.

‘Things are progressing steadily…’

That the executives’ plans are progressing steadily.

The same goes for Chris Emir.

-“This side is also fully prepared. As soon as the materials and offerings arrive, we can start working.”

It was an amazing statement.

The task is to draw a giant magic circle in the middle of the United States and open a door to another dimension.

And yet, you’re saying that things are handled without any particular problems? Does that make sense?

‘That must mean he has that much stamina.’

Although he has become a key member of the Hexagram, he still has no idea how large the organization is.

What we know so far feels like the tip of the iceberg.

It seems like there’s a lot that’s being intentionally hidden.

Of course, it’s not just him, but other executives seem to be unaware of it as well.

-“Let’s end the meeting here. Everyone, please endure a little longer.”

Chris continued, the corners of his lips slightly curling up.

-“Our world is right in front of us.”

His eyes as he spoke those words were not smiling at all.

So Kim Do-jin was curious.

‘We, La.’

Who exactly is inside the fence called ‘we’ that he speaks of?

I don’t know, but it doesn’t mean everything here.

After the screens turn off one by one, Kim Do-jin gets up from his seat.

Han Ju-hee, who was watching the meeting from the side, watched him like that.

“Ugh.”

The sight of him stretching his arms towards the sky reminded me of someone.

But I don’t know.

Is it because we are constantly conscious of it that we perceive it as similar, or is it really the same?

Kim Do-jin, who soon noticed her gaze, asked.

“What’s on my face?”

“… No.”

Han Joo-hee shakes her head and looks away.

The impulse comes.

But I endured it.

Because there are still more steps to be confirmed.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything to talk about, so I’ll leave now.”

Kim Do-jin leaves those words behind and quickly walks away through the window.

Han Ju-hee, who had been blankly watching his back, soon turned around and gave instructions to the driver through the phone on the desk.

Beep!

“I’m going home. I’m going down now, so please get ready right away.”

It was time to leave work.