My Lord Who Is Being Prudent! [EN]: Chapter 291

291. Kyle’s Journal (1)

Kyle collapsed, covered in blood.

Sian’s body stiffened.

The flow of his thoughts froze.

Unable to hide his shock, Sian stood still.

The reason for Sian’s shock was twofold.

First, that ‘Kyle’ had collapsed.

Second, that Kyle was ‘collapsed’.

Sian calmly turned his head.

Looking around, Sian began to understand this unfamiliar place.

‘This isn’t… the continent?’

This wasn’t the world Sian knew.

The lush forest and Kyle’s appearance initially made him think of the Forest of Darkness.

But the atmosphere was different. Even though a thousand years ago, the Forest of Darkness had a different name and appearance, this felt distinct.

The numerous plants surrounding the area were species he’d never seen on the continent.

While Sian didn’t know every plant, he was certain these didn’t grow naturally in the Forest of Darkness.

‘Then where is this…’

Just then, a rustling sound alerted Sian to a presence behind him.

Unlike with Kyle, Sian sensed this one immediately.

He considered hiding, but decided against it. He had too many questions.

An old man emerged from the bushes. His hair was gray, making him look even older than Hans.

However, his unusually healthy physique for his age suggested martial arts training.

“Master of the Order!”

The old man’s shout echoed.

‘Master of the Order?’

Sian tilted his head, puzzled. Before he could wonder what it meant, another question arose.

‘Can’t he see me?’

For some reason, the old man didn’t even glance at Sian. He rushed past him toward the collapsed Kyle.

Sian hadn’t concealed himself or his presence. The old man acted as if he didn’t exist.

‘Could this be…’

Sian quickly understood the situation.

This wasn’t reality.

It seemed to be a reality projected by Mobile Lord, specifically the DLC [Downloadable Content] content, Kyle’s Journal.

It was showing Sian the events recorded in Kyle’s Journal.

‘That’s why it wouldn’t run on my smartphone.’

Sian’s conviction grew as he watched the old man.

“Master of the Order! Are you alright!”

The old man checked Kyle’s condition, visibly distressed by the blood.

Judging by his reaction…

‘Kyle is the Master of the Order?’

It seemed likely, given the old man’s address. But what did “Master of the Order” even mean?

The first thought was the head of a religious order, the leader of some religion.

‘Kyle was the head of a religion?’

What was going on? Maybe the black-haired man wasn’t Kyle after all.

That seemed more reasonable, but no matter how he looked at it, the collapsed man was definitely Kyle.

“H-How… how could this happen…”

The old man’s voice trembled as he examined Kyle.

But only for a moment.

“We must leave this place immediately. The orthodox factions will be here soon.”

The old man urged Kyle, his expression desperate.

“It’s not just the orthodox factions. All the forces of the Ghost Gate, the Blood Demon Squad, the Twelve Blood Palaces, as well as the unorthodox and black factions, have turned against us.”

The old man supported the collapsed Kyle. As he raised the limp body, Kyle grabbed his arm.

“Why… did you save me?”

Kyle’s tone was weak, as if he were dying.

‘Judging from the situation…’

Kyle was ambushed and in trouble. The old man had saved his life.

Also, the old man’s words suggested betrayal. It seemed Kyle’s followers had turned on him, leading to his predicament.

‘But it’s still strange?’

Sian tilted his head, puzzled. As if in response…

“I should be asking you that, Master of the Order.”

The old man looked at Kyle and spoke slowly.

“Why… why did you save us?”

Sian nodded. It didn’t make sense for Kyle to be in this state.

Even though this world was different, Sian had witnessed Kyle’s power firsthand.

Kyle’s strength was absolute.

“You could have killed us all. If you had wanted to… you could have done it, couldn’t you?”

The old man’s voice trembled.

“But why…”

Kyle remained silent, neither confirming nor denying the accusations.

“Aren’t you angry, Master of the Order? It’s understandable for the orthodox guys to do that. But what about the black and unorthodox factions? Aren’t they the rioters who betrayed you, forgetting the grace that you, Master of the Order, bestowed upon them!”

The old man shouted, his face contorted with anger. Still, Kyle didn’t react.

Only after a long pause…

“…It’s done.”

He finally spoke.

The old man gritted his teeth at Kyle’s words.

Then, he forcibly raised Kyle’s body.

“Didn’t you say it’s done…”

“Shouldn’t we live first!”

The old man shouted, his face distorted.

“What will change if you die here like this! It’s just a dog’s death! Get up. You must get up. Any reason is fine. Beg for your life and live!!”

The old man tried again to raise Kyle, but Kyle remained limp, seemingly without the will to live.

“Do you remember when my daughter was taken away by the magistrate a long time ago?”

The old man pleaded with Kyle.

“Do you remember waiting in front of the government office for two nights, but the child didn’t come out? Three days later, late in the evening, when my daughter came out looking haggard. When the sound of my daughter crying sadly for seven days and nights didn’t stop when she returned home. Then suddenly, when I checked the room because I couldn’t hear my daughter’s crying, there was only my daughter’s corpse.”

The old man continued, his voice filled with pain.

“When the ground was frozen and couldn’t be dug on the cold winter day when I buried my daughter. When the blood flowing from my torn and broken fingernails soaked the frozen ground. When I sat down and the hot tears melted the frozen ground.”

He wailed at his helplessness.

“Didn’t you say to me that you would gladly take up the sword for my screams?”

‘I hate the principles of heaven.’

‘Let’s re-establish the laws of this rotten world.’

“Let’s dye the whole world with demons. Let’s create a Demonic World together.”

The old man steadfastly raised Kyle.

“Didn’t you… promise me that?”

It was an arrogant statement, something to scoff at. But the old man believed it without a doubt.

He believed Kyle could do it. That belief was so strong it formed the foundation of a cult that worshipped demons.

Kyle was the leader, the Master of the Order, the one who would stain the world with demonic power, the Heavenly Demon.

“Didn’t the Heavenly Demon… clearly promise me that…!!”

The old man screamed, struggling.

This time, Kyle didn’t resist the old man’s touch. He simply…

“It was a lie…”

He spoke.

“All the words I said to you… were just compassion and lies. Cough…!”

Blood poured from Kyle’s mouth as he collapsed.

Kyle, whom he had struggled to raise, fell to the ground again.

The old man didn’t try to lift him. He sat down in front of the fallen Kyle.

“You are truly… truly heartless, Master of the Order.”

His expression was resentful and pained.

“Did you think… did you think I wouldn’t know that?”

The old man murmured quietly.

Kyle’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of embarrassment in them.

“I knew… I knew. There’s no way you would do that, Master of the Order…”

The old man said, looking into Kyle’s eyes.

“The Blood Crimson Squad Leader who lost his son after being interrogated by the government office for reporting the usury [lending money at unreasonably high rates] of the village. Who was the one who embraced his pain?”

“Who was the one who took in the Rakshasa Squad Leader who was born in a brothel, didn’t know her father’s face, was abandoned by her mother, and was handled by men day and night?”

“Who was the one who said that he would definitely cut off the famine someday when a terrible famine struck a village, causing starvation and human flesh hanging on the streets?”

There were so many screams in the world.

Screams of terrible resentment.

Screams of desperate pain.

Screams of bitter suffering.

Screams of harsh hardship.

Screams that were silent and buried.

Were there so many miscellaneous screams in the world?

Too many to count, and trying to count them caused the rotten pus of the world to burst out.

The thoughts were bitter, and the mind was aching.

That’s why we can’t approach.

Because if we approach, we will be contaminated by the bursting pus.

That’s how we were abandoned.

The world turned away from us, and the world abandoned us.

“Do you have anything to say to the world? Who was the one who said that?”

However, because your words are not heard in the world.

They just become miscellaneous screams and are buried silently.

“So I will scream on your behalf.”

If they still don’t look back, I will scratch the world and inflict wounds.

So that we are here.

That our screams, sadness, pain, suffering, and resentment exist here.

“I will let the whole world know.”

I will become a sword that cuts out the world on your behalf.

I will gladly squeeze out that rotten pus.

Even if I am contaminated by the bursting pus, I will not hesitate.

Even if a hellscape unfolds at the end of this road.

“I will gladly walk into hell for you… I will become hell myself. Who was the one who said that…?”

The old man looked at the fallen Kyle with eyes that refused to believe the truth.

“How could the Master of the Order dye the whole world with demons.”

His eyes were filled with tears.

The blood flowing from Kyle was red and vivid.

“There’s no way… there’s no way the Master of the Order would do that…”

The old man raised Kyle once again.

He supported Kyle with his whole body and moved forward.

Kyle didn’t answer.

Just once again, as if it were inevitable and a cruel truth…

“Didn’t I say it was all a lie…”

He stabbed the old man in the chest.

Poof!

Red blood spurted from the old man’s body.

The old man’s wide eyes turned to Kyle.

“M-Master of the Order… why…”

A trembling voice.

The old man’s body collapsed to the floor.

He looked at Kyle with disbelief.

But Kyle heartlessly turned his back.

Sian, watching the scene, made a bitter expression.

He understood why Kyle did it, why he had to do it.

“Here! I heard the sound from here!”

A loud shout erupted from one side.