King Of Underworld [EN]: Chapter 170

The King of the Underworld is Tired 171 (170/179)

Something Strange About the Trojan War – (5)

“Hades, god of the Underworld! Judge of mortals! I beg you to judge!!!”

What is this about?

The one shouting at me was clearly King Menelaus of Sparta, who led the Greek coalition.

The woman he was embracing was Helen, who was sent out of Troy after receiving my oracle.

He pointed his spear towards the sky and launched it.

Whoosh-

A spear launched with human strength cannot fly into the sky forever.

At some point, that spear will fall back to the ground. According to my prediction… piercing through Menelaus and Helen.

Calling my name and mentioning judgment, is he planning to stand before the divine judgment seat with Helen?

A human entrusting his complex emotions about Helen, who betrayed him and left, to the will of the gods.

Menelaus is not my follower.

As the king of the military powerhouse Sparta, he is a believer in Ares, the god of war.

From the start, he is not someone I should interfere with from the Underworld. Strictly speaking, Ares should be the one saying something, but…

Because he called my name and entrusted his and Helen’s fate to me.

The spear falling from that sky is within my influence. I can make it miss, or pierce only one of them.

Whoosh!

Without needing to contemplate, I waved my hand and interfered with the falling spear.

* * *

The spear falling from high in the sky plunges down like light.

The object that will determine their fate falls with a chilling sonic boom…

Splash- Thud!

“Kyaaak!”

Red blood splattered on the ground, and Helen screamed, closing her eyes.

Has God punished humanity?

Menelaus, touching a streak of blood flowing down his cheek, said.

“…Let’s just kill Paris and return to Sparta together.”

Only then could Helen discover the blood flowing from Menelaus’s cheek and the spear stuck in the ground.

The red blood that just splattered… was from the spear grazing his face.

Hugging her tightly as she trembled with fear and guilt, Menelaus whispered in her ear.

“If this is the answer of the god of justice… perhaps it was not your intention to follow Paris.”

“Hic… sob… that’s. Actually, it was as if I was possessed by something….”

“…I understand without you saying more. Let’s stop now. Everything.”

Oh, just Pluto [the Roman name for Hades].

The next day, the greatest warrior of Sparta walked into the Trojan camp with only a spear and shield.

Hector, the commander-in-chief of Troy, waved his hand to temporarily withdraw the soldiers.

“King Menelaus? Is there something you wish to say…”

At this, Menelaus paused and cleared his throat.

His sharp spear gleamed in the sunlight, and his coldly sunken eyes were as sharp as the spearhead.

“Paris! Come out now! Let’s have a one-on-one duel!”

“…!”

As he shouted loudly, the approaching Greek coalition also stopped.

The King of Sparta wants a one-on-one duel? With the Trojan prince Paris?

“If you accept the one-on-one duel! Regardless of the outcome! Our Spartan soldiers will no longer attack Troy and will retreat!”

“Hmm!”

“But if you continue to hide behind the walls and soldiers!”

Menelaus’s last shout was like a lion roaring.

The king of Sparta, whose spirit was no less than that of the heroes of the past, pointed his spear towards the city of Troy.

“I swear on the River Styx! [a river in the Underworld; an unbreakable oath] I will mobilize all of Sparta’s forces to burn Troy to the ground!”

Everyone stirred at Menelaus’s shout.

A messenger hurriedly ran to the leadership of the Greek coalition, and Hector, the commander-in-chief of Troy, furrowed his brow.

‘Crazy…’

Having sworn on the River Styx, his words to retreat if the one-on-one duel takes place are true.

And… if Paris does not accept the duel, his intention to destroy Troy is also… true.

If he thinks about the country, sending Paris is the right thing to do.

Isn’t it a very simple calculation that the mighty Spartan army will retreat in exchange for weighing just one person’s life?

But as a brother who cares for his younger sibling…

“Parissss!!! Come out now!!!”

He could never send Paris to such a great warrior.

Of course, it is true that Paris also has excellent martial arts skills. So does his archery skill that everyone acknowledges.

However… looking at Menelaus’s spirit, it seems like Hector himself would struggle even if he faced him directly.

Even though he hates Paris, he is still his brother, so he can’t just let him die, can he?

Having thought this far, Hector was about to issue an attack order to the Trojan army.

But…

“Brother Hector.”

“No. Paris! Why did you come out here when I told you to stay inside the castle!”

Paris came out fully armed.

* * *

Paris, heavily armed, spoke to Hector.

For some reason, Paris seemed to have squeezed out all the courage he had.

Whether he decided this himself or received help from someone else.

“Brother.”

“You foolish child! You are helping by staying still inside the castle! Can’t you go back quickly? Here…”

“Please allow me to duel with Menelaus.”

“This guy still!”

“I am also a prince of Troy. As the person who caused the war, I will take responsibility.”

Hector looked at Paris with a dumbfounded expression.

He himself has to take risks even if he duels with Menelaus, is he really out of his mind?

“Do you want to die that much? Menelaus is the best warrior in Sparta. You can’t handle…”

“The goddess Hera appeared and gave me courage.”

“What?”

“I will be able to defeat that Menelaus now. Please trust me and let me go out.”

The blessing of the goddess. If that is true, he might be able to face Menelaus.

Confirming that he could feel a certain level of spirit from his ugly younger brother, Hector slowly nodded.

“…If you feel it’s dangerous, run back to our army immediately.”

“Don’t worry. Menelaus will be the one running away.”

After saying those words, Hector watched Paris’s back as he walked forward.

Worries about his brother swirled in the head of the Trojan commander-in-chief.

‘Menelaus is strong. He will have to run away if it’s dangerous. Just in case, order to prepare for an attack… Even if he received the goddess’s blessing…’

At that moment, a thought flashed through his mind.

‘Wait. Didn’t Paris say that he received the blessing of the goddess Hera? The goddess Hera is the goddess who protects families, so how could she bless Paris? From the start, is she even on our side of Troy? Paris ruined Menelaus’s family, but she still supports Troy? No… it’s a trap! I have to stop the duel right now…!’

“Menelaus! That promise. I believe you will keep it even if you die!”

“The dirty trash finally showed his face! Alright, I will cut off your head and return to Sparta!”

However, the duel had already begun.

* * *

As the duel began, Paris raised his spear high and shouted.

“Die, Menelaus!”

With a whoosh- sound, the spear flew sharply. His spear, blessed by the goddess Hera, flew towards Menelaus’s torso.

However, the opponent is the best warrior in Sparta.

Clang!

Menelaus, who blocked the spear with his shield, drew his sword and walked towards him.

And he struck strongly towards Paris, who also drew his sword from his waist. At that moment, the goddess Hera’s blessing bestowed upon Paris disappeared.

“Hi. Hic!”

The spirit that surrounded Paris disappears in an instant. The courage that filled his heart was no longer felt.

The blade flying towards his head is getting closer… He dropped the sword he was holding a long time ago…

Clang!

Menelaus’s sword, which collided with the helmet, shattered as it was, and Paris collapsed from the impact… but the duel was not over here.

Because the King of Sparta, who rushed over quickly, grabbed Paris’s helmet decoration and pulled it violently.

“Kuh-uk!”

“Today, I will surely put you on Pluto’s judgment seat!”

The helmet strap tightened around Paris’s neck, and King Menelaus used his immense strength to drag Paris towards the Greek camp with one hand.

At this rate, Paris’s head is in danger of being cut off by him, who picked up a sword from the Greek side.

At this time, the goddess Aphrodite, unable to watch him being dragged, tried to cut the helmet strap and rescue him.

Although she doesn’t like him very much, she couldn’t just let him die like this, as he was the one who gave her the golden apple [referencing the Judgement of Paris].

Grab.

“Aphrodite. Don’t save that guy.”

If it weren’t for the black-haired god who grabbed Aphrodite’s wrist, who was hiding her body in the clouds.

Aphrodite’s eyes widened as she discovered the god of the Underworld looking down at Paris with a cold expression.

“Ha. Hades? Aren’t you busy with the affairs of the Underworld? When did you come all the way here.”

“I took a little time off and came.”

“I thought you supported Troy, so if you save Paris…”

“I support Troy, but I don’t support Paris. Reducing the lifespan of mortals is something that the god of the Underworld should avoid, but I must take that guy to the underground right now.”

While Aphrodite was being held by Hades, Menelaus borrowed a Greek soldier’s sword and cut off Paris’s head.

With a phwak- sound, the Trojan prince’s head rolled on the ground.

Swish-

“Wow! Paris is dead!”

“King Menelaus won!”

He who started a war because he was blinded by a woman.

He will not be comfortable even in death.