<2 roles for 1 person and the chaotic Demon World (2)>
Flap flap.
“Human, why did you suddenly tell them to have a feast in the village?”
Raon tilted his head and fluttered his wings.
Cale stood on a high spot where he could look down at the village and looked around.
‘Excuse me?’
Aurora could not hide her confusion when Cale said to have a festival.
‘A festival?’
‘A feast is enough.’
He then added on.
‘It is necessary.’
Cale didn’t only use his words.
Shh.
He had pulled a jewel out of his pocket.
‘!’
It was a large enough sum to have a feast and then have some money left over.
Aurora quickly grabbed the jewel.
‘I think the preparations should be completed by dinner time!’
Cale left the task to the solemn Aurora and came to the top of this hill to look down at the village with Raon.
“Cale-nim.”
However, Cale flinched after hearing Clopeh’s voice behind him.
Choi Han, the Heavenly Demon, On, and Hong…
The rest of the group were relaxing right now as well.
Finding the spot where they lost contact with Choi Jung Soo…
Finding the spot the team leader last sent his message…
Cale was planning on doing it himself.
‘They need to know Choi Jung Soo and the team leader’s style of doing things.’
To be more accurate, they needed to know ‘our team’s’ way of doing things.
They needed to know that to follow the tracks.
‘Mm.’
Of course, Cale wasn’t the only one who could do that.
Peek.
Cale looked to the side.
Choi Han was quietly sitting, looking down at the village.
‘Choi Han knows too.’
Because Choi Han has Choi Jung Soo’s memories.
He had looked into Choi Jung Soo’s life to succeed his power.
Choi Jung Soo’s white yong.
Choi Han’s black yong.
Choi Han should know how Choi Jung Soo worked on ‘our team,’ and know as well as Cale how Choi Jung Soo liked to do things.
“Choi Han.”
“Yes, Cale-nim.”
“I’ll leave Choi Jung Soo’s side to you.”
“Yes, Cale-nim.”
Choi Han, who answered without any hesitation, seemed to have expected that he would be left to take care of it.
‘I’ll go for the team leader.’
Team leader Sui Khan…
No, Lee Soo Hyuk.
He needed to quickly chase after that guy before he caused an issue.
Maybe-’
And maybe…despite Choi Han and Cale separating into teams to look for Choi Jung Soo and the team leader, they may end up in the same spot.
‘The Church of the God of Chaos.’
The answers were all at that place.
Cale’s face turned serious.
“Cale-nim.”
‘Oops.
I forgot this bastard was here.’
Cale’s gaze moved.
“Uhh, yeah?”
He looked at Clopeh with an unsettled look on his face.
‘What is he going to ask?’
What was this guy about to say?
‘Is he going to ask about the purification ritual? Or maybe about Choi Jung Soo or the team leader?’
He suddenly started to get tense.
Smile.
Clopeh smiled gently.
The man dressed in a white priest robe pointed below.
“May I go down to help them prepare for the feast?”
‘Hmm?
This is a very-
Simple question?’
“Well, yeah. I guess that’ll be good?”
“Then I will be on my way, Cale-nim.”
Clopeh seemed happy to receive Cale’s permission.
“Human, I want to help too! I think the feast will be fun!”
“I want to do it too, nya! I want to, nya!”
“I’ll go with them and make sure they help well without causing any issues.”
Raon, Hong, and then On…
Cale looked at On and answered.
“Help them without getting in their way.”
Nod.
Cale subconsciously smiled with satisfaction at On’s reliable appearance.
It was because On’s gaze moved toward Clopeh for a moment.
Not causing any issues.
That was probably talking about Clopeh more than Raon and Hong.
‘She really is smart.’
On was the smartest.
‘Why is she so smart and wise?
That’s amazing too.’
“Hey 270 degrees Clopeh Sekka! Let’s go together!”
“Yes, Raon-nim.”
“Meeeeeow!”
Raon, Clopeh, and Hong quickly headed down to the village while On leisurely followed behind them.
Cale watched them before he heard Choi Han’s voice.
“Do you need a feast when it is a ritual of the God of Chaos?”
Cale was not the one to answer the question.
“Why?”
It was the Heavenly Demon.
“Do you think that the Church of the God of Chaos does not do things like feasts? Remember the festival mood when they were offering up sacrifices at the Night of the Beginning?”
“That had sacrifices. IT was closer to pleasure than a festival.”
Choi Han scowled and retorted.
The Heavenly Demon chuckled.
“The Demon Cult has feasts as well.”
Strength.
Even the Demon Cult that only followed strength had feasts and festivals.
“…….”
Those words made Choi Han close his mouth.
The Heavenly Demon felt the busy yet excited mood in the village and opened his mouth.
“It had been weird until now though.”
The Heavenly Demon, as the king and god of the Demon Cult…
He had some questions while looking at the Church of the God of Chaos.
“Why does chaos only have negative things like fear and pollution?”
Maybe it was because they were facing chaos as an enemy.
Truthfully, there were a variety of things in the Church of the God of Chaos.
“Then I saw pleasure. This time, there is the feast of purification.”
The Heavenly Demon nodded his head.
“Yeah. That is more like chaos.”
No matter what it was, as long as it could exist, making it fall into chaos…
Wouldn’t that be the true nature of chaos?
“There is no way so many people would believe in a god who only knew about loneliness and fear.”
Choi Han contemplated for a bit before asking Cale a question.
“How is the purification ritual, Cale-nim?”
There was curiosity about the purification ritual as well as concern for Choi Jung Gun in his question.
“Mm.”
Cale thought for a bit before sharing what he knew and felt.
“It shouldn’t be painful.”
Choi Jung Gun should not feel any pain.
“And it should be beautiful.”
If the ritual went as he knew, the sight should be quite beautiful.
“Human!”
Raon came back to Cale after some time.
“They said they are all ready for the feast!”
Cale headed toward the village.
His gaze headed up to the sky for a moment.
It was almost sunset.
This wasn’t a bad time.
* * *
“Grandpa, what day is it today?”
The old man stopped for a moment at his granddaughter’s question.
“Wow, is it okay if I eat all of these things?”
He then subconsciously started chuckling after seeing his granddaughter drooling after seeing the food on top of the table at the center plaza.
‘What is going on?’
However, the smile on his face soon turned somber.
His hometown village where he had lived his entire life…
The Sixth Regiment of the Demon King’s Army had attacked it.
They had destroyed the village and they had to rush out of there to survive.
Maybe he should feel relieved that he at least managed to grab a portrait of his wife who left this world first.
‘I heard the current Demon King was abducting members of the Demonic race-’
Despite surviving, he was sad after learning a piece of the truth and that he would have to continue to live in hiding as long as the current Demon King was alive.
‘My life is one that will end soon, but-’
His son and daughter… Their families…
“Grandpa, grandpa! When do we eat? Can’t I eat some right now?”
How will their lives be from now on?
Should they join the Arbitrators and end up fighting against the current Demon King?
For the old man, who had just wanted a peaceful and calm life, this current situation itself was a heavy burden.
“Father. Are you okay?”
“Hmm? Ah, I’m fine.”
He quickly smiled at his daughter’s concerned question.
“That’s good. Please let me know if you are not feeling well.”
His daughter’s face was a bit brighter today.
‘I guess it can’t be helped.’
This sudden feast…
He didn’t know the reason behind it, but the Chief of this place, the leader of the Arbitrators, paid for the entire feast while also giving each family money for all of their hard work. However, it had been quite a large sum to be that.
Thanks to that, his daughter and son’s faces were bright.
They were probably doing their best not to worry about the upcoming battle or the potential need to run away again.
‘Yeah. An old man like me can’t be moping like this when they are smiling.’
The old man did his best to smile.
It was at that moment.
“May I sit here?”
“Ah, yes sir……!”
The man answered respectfully.
‘Priest-nim……!’
The foreigners who had come to visit the village with Chief Aurora.
They were not members of the Demonic race.
However, he couldn’t help but welcome them and be grateful to them after hearing that they were the ones who shielded them from the Sixth Regiment and Viscount Deshuran.
‘He gives off a different vibe.’
Furthermore, this white haired green-eyed priest next to him did not shy away from doing the labor to prepare for the feast.
‘I guess weird things won’t happen since it is a feast hosted by people like this.’
Based on what the old man had heard, they were hosting this feast to heal someone who was severely hurt by a church that believes in some god.
“Umm, priest-nim.”
The old man cautiously asked.
“Will you be the one to do the ritual?”
The northern part of the village plaza…
There was an altar there.
“No sir.”
The old man flinched for a moment at the priest’s stern response.
Smile.
The priest gently smiled at that moment. It was a holy smile that truly suited a priest.
“The person I serve will be the one to do it.”
“Ah.”
He gasped.
It was something this priest’s superior was doing?
Priest. Church.
For the old man, who was used to only waiting for the eventual rise of the Demon God, found the terms to be unfamiliar but couldn’t help but be curious.
“He is coming.”
It was at that moment.
The northern side of the village, the area that Chief Aurora had paid special attention to secure…
Some people were approaching from that direction.
“Mm!”
His granddaughter quickly squeezed her nose.
“Something smells rotten!”
Even the old man, whose senses had dulled with age, subconsciously scowled after also smelling the terrible stench.
It was so bad that he couldn’t even look at the food in front of his eyes.
“Gag.”
Someone was dry heaving.
That stench got closer. People could tell that the stench was coming from the coffin-like box.
‘Mm.’
The old man could tell that a person was inside it and that this person was the one who needed healing.
The coffin was covered in all sorts of magic circles.
Boom.
The coffin was placed on top of the altar.
The ones who carried the coffin in were mages belonging to the Demonic race.
They opened the lid and modified the coffin so that they could pick up everything except the bottom.
“Mm.”
The old man groaned.
He could see a person covered in a white cloth.
He could see the person’s hand that was not covered.
“Mm.”
He subconsciously covered his granddaughter’s eyes.
‘My goodness.’
What was this disgusting thing?
The skin that was dyed grey was covered in pus and released a terrible stench.
Furthermore, the veins were so swollen that it looked like the arm might explode at any moment.
‘A corpse.’
Yes, this body that was so grotesque that it would be better if there was a corpse there seemed to be rotting as they watched.
The stench was so terrible.
At the same time, he felt this unexplainable fear.
‘It isn’t communal, right?’
He was scared that he might get infected as well.
Step.
Someone walked up to the altar and stood in front of the white cloth this corpse-like person was lying on.
“It is that esteemed person there.”
The priest quietly mumbled and the old man looked at the person.
‘Hmm?’
He then got confused.
‘… A priest?’
The person was giving off an odd vibe to be a priest.
He gave off a relaxed and lazy mood, similar to the Demon King of Sloth.
However, the old man had lived too long to be swayed by appearances.
‘They’re clear.’
His reddish brown eyes…
Those eyes were so clear.
Such clear light showed others the life that a person had lived.
‘Priest-nim.’
Compared to the oddly eerie gaze of the priest next to him, this person’s gaze resembled transparent water.
And Cale was looking down at Choi Jung Gun on top of the altar with those transparent eyes.
‘It’s serious.’
They had placed Conscience in a temporary box covered in magic circles to move him here, but…
Choi Jung Gun’s body started to get polluted extremely quickly as soon as they left the building covered in magic circles.
Huff, huff.
His faint breathing was getting heavier.
This was not a good sign.
The rotten stench, the increased amount of pus…
The body that looked not just dyed grey but rotting grey…
Cale did not drag things out.
He closed his eyes.
‘The Purification of Chaos.’
The things he needed for this.
A location.
And someone to do the ritual.
The location was the place for the feast.
An understandable question was why a celebration for a purification ritual.
It didn’t matter if the celebration was the size of a small feast.
It just…
‘It’s fine as long as it is a place where happy chaos can reside.’
Chaos didn’t always have to be negative.
When participating in celebrations, it was possible to feel like everything is chaotic while still finding joy and pleasure in it.
Happy chaos could exist.
“…….”
Cale looked around.
Despite people covering their noses because of the stench, joy and excitement was in this place.
The excitement from preparing for a feast that would help them forget about the last few painful months. That was quite a big joy.
– Cale, should I step in?
The Dominating Aura asked in an extremely pompous voice but Cale completely ignored him.
Instead, he pulled off the white cloth.
“Eek!”
“Ahh!”
Choi Jung Gun’s terrible appearance…
People couldn’t stop gasping at it.
“!”
“!!”
They then flinched after seeing Cale put his hand on Choi Jung Gun’s gross body and forehead without any hesitation.
“Hmm?”
“Hmm?”
“Huh?”
People then started to feel something.
With the sky red from the sunset…
At a time when the village had yet to light the torches…
Shaaaaaaaaaaa-
They could hear the wind.
“No.”
The old man shook his head.
“It’s a forest.”
This was the sound of the wind you would hear in a forest.
Why could they hear that in a village?
But it wasn’t just a forest.
“Waves.”
This sounded like waves as well.
Wind carrying mysterious sounds brushed past them.
They then headed toward the altar.
The people couldn’t help but look in that direction.
“Ah.”
The old man gasped.
Wind. He could hear it in between the sounds of the wind.
“…Wife.”
He could hear her voice.
Sometime in the past…
Yes.
‘I’m so happy I chose to marry you.’
Those words that she had once said to him in the past…
He could hear those words.
A small piece of memory that he had forgotten about from being tired from this difficult life, an extremely small piece of memory came rushing in.
‘What is going on?
What am I experiencing right now?’
He saw something as he continued to look at the altar.
Not a white light.
Not a black light, but a grey light.
Yes.
A too familiar grey light for these people living in the Demon World…
The mana of the Demon World was grey.
Unlike the grey that was covering this terribly rotting person, the red-haired man was releasing a glowing grey light that resembled a gentle fog.
That fog wrapped around the old man.
It felt nice.
Just like when he felt like he had the entire world when his wife said those words to him… The feeling that he felt in what he could confidently claim as one of the happiest moments of his entire life wrapped around him.
Yes.
This was comfort.
The old man couldn’t help but cry.
But it was not tears of sorrow.
Recalling this forgotten memory, his heart was getting comforted and he was getting healed from the trials of reality.
“Ah.”
He couldn’t smell the rotten stench anymore.
He couldn’t hear his wife’s voice anymore…
And he couldn’t tell whether it had been a mirage or if he suddenly recalled that memory, but…
It still remained clear in his mind.
Because this grey fog that made him feel the joy from that time was warmly wrapping around him.
“Hehe!”
He could hear his granddaughter laugh.
“Grandfather! I remembered when my mommy praised me!”
The old man chuckled at his young granddaughter’s comment.
Yes. It was a memory he had recalled.
“Ah.”
He gasped.
Small grey pebbles of light were starting to rise within the grey fog.
From the old man…
From his granddaughter…
But the old man did not feel any pain.
He was just happy.
Shaaaaaaaaaaa-
The wind blew again.
The small grey lights followed the wind as if they were little fireflies.
They then headed toward the red-haired man.
Underneath the red sunset covered by these small pebbles of light…the man’s red hair that was redder than the sunset fluttered in the wind as he extended his hand out.
The small lights moved following his hand.
Cale’s hand covered the other hand that was on Choi Jung Gun’s forehead.
The small grey lights followed that hand to cover Choi Jung Gun’s forehead and body.
Until now, the fear that chaos brought would make people hear terrible screeches or make them recall dreadful memories.
But the purification of chaos was different.
It only made them feel joy.
And that power became the strength for Cale to do the purification.
Shaaaaaaaaaaa-
This wind that seemed to come from the forest or the sea…
“As I expected.”
This sound made Clopeh think of waves as he looked at Cale.
The God of Chaos. He had tried to sweep over Cale with tsunami-like grey water.
Clopeh had seen and heard about that.
‘The power of the God of Chaos is similar to the sea.’
That was what Clopeh had thought.
The sea could be beautiful, scary, or dreadful. It could also be calm.
IT could change into all different forms.
Wasn’t that chaos itself?
However-
The sea had its own set of rules.
That was what made it different from chaos.
The sea also had numerous life forms within it.
And-
‘Cale-nim is different from the God of Chaos.’
Yes.
‘Cale-nim is the one who is truly like the sea.’
Like the sea, which consisted of chaos and rules…
Like the sea where life and death intertwined…
Cale’s life was one where he took care of each situation in the most fitting way as he waded forward.
He also embraced and tried to save all life.
He even used the rules of chaos as he pleased to make it happen.
That was truly-
“How harmonious.”
That is why it was beautiful.
“…Harmony.”
The old man next to Clopeh subconsciously mumbled that word.
‘Harmony. Harmony-’
Why did he like that word so much?
He looked at the red-haired man.
The warm grey fog.
The light that resembled the mana of the Demon World.
This gentle power surrounding the members of the Demonic race.
He suddenly had a thought.
Where would this power have come from?
‘Is he the Demon God-’
He flinched and stopped thinking.
Something that made no sense had filled his mind.
Shaaaaaaaaaaa-
While that was going on, Cale was still looking down at Choi Jung Gun and thinking to himself.
‘This is the end.’
The moment the grey pebbles of light covered Choi Jung Gun…
Cale moved his hand away from the body and closed his eyes.
The purification that would push out the pollution…
The final moments of it were happening.
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Translator’s Comments
How can people not think Cale’s a god when he’s doing this kind of nonsense all the time.
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