Holy Idol [EN]: Chapter 564

◈ 564. Three Choices

Warrion spoke to the Demon King, but Klot responded nonchalantly.

“Humans always make a fuss about something. They get noisy over nothing. They’re probably just getting married or something.”

He didn’t sound very hopeful.

Warrion bristled and retorted.

“Do you think I can’t tell the difference? Besides, this time they’re making a fuss over something strange enough. I overheard it in passing.”

Klot, seeing his confident attitude, seemed intrigued and asked, “Making a fuss over something strange? Is there a war breaking out or something?”

Warrion shrugged.

“Maybe it will.”

“Really?”

“I heard a prince from a big country went missing. There’s talk of kidnapping.”

“A prince?”

Warrion, Klot, and the Demon King’s gazes all turned to Rembrary at the same time.

A boy who appeared right at this time, clearly raised with great care. In an instant, Rembrary naturally became the subject of suspicion.

Rembrary stopped bringing the spoon to his mouth and looked at them.

It wasn’t that he was acting this way on purpose; his body was still moving on its own.

Then, the three demons averted their eyes from Rembrary and began exchanging glances with each other.

Even without words, it was clear they were sharing opinions like, ‘Does he look like a prince? Doesn’t seem like it?’

However, young Rembrary didn’t seem very interested in this conversation and just kept eating.

Perhaps he was hiding the fact that he was a prince, so he was trying to act uninterested by eating even more diligently.

Klot smiled contentedly as he watched him.

“He must like the food I made.”

“Yeah, he must have a problem with his taste.”

* * *

That evening. After finishing his meal, Rembrary came out of the bathroom after washing up, only to find Warrion’s door locked.

He tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge because it was securely locked from the inside.

It was clear that Warrion had locked it because Rembrary had taken his bed the day before, forcing him to sleep on the sofa.

Unable to do anything else, Rembrary picked up Ardor the Parrot and went to look for another place to sleep, eventually heading up to the second floor.

As he walked down the hallway on the second floor, one room emitted a particularly pleasant fragrance.

Rembrary opened the door. As soon as he did, the fragrance became even stronger.

“Rembrary?”

The Demon King, who was in the room, called Rembrary with a puzzled voice. It seemed to be the Demon King’s room.

The fragrance was coming from the Demon King’s bed. Rembrary found the Demon King lying on it with flowers piled up like snow.

The Demon King sat up and looked at Rembrary.

“Is that a bed?”

Rembrary pointed to the pile of flowers and asked. He called it a bed because he couldn’t think of any other word, but in fact, it definitely wasn’t a bed.

“Why are you sleeping here? It looks uncomfortable.”

It wasn’t that there were no beds in the Demon Realm. The other demons had perfectly good beds. Warrion’s bed was so fluffy.

“Can I come in?”

“It’s okay.”

Rembrary, curious, took Ardor the Parrot and went inside.

Seeing the Demon King’s bed was an experience that even the high priest couldn’t easily have.

Rembrary pressed down on the flower bed where the Demon King was lying. It still looked uncomfortable.

The Demon King smiled and grabbed a handful of flowers from his bed, dropping them like rain on the back of Rembrary’s hand.

“Because it smells nice.”

“Then you could just spray rose perfume on the bed.”

“Being here makes me feel like I’m at home.”

“Of course, because you are at your home.”

The Demon King burst out laughing at Rembrary’s words, as if he had heard a funny joke. But he didn’t say anything.

Rembrary thought it was strange. Isn’t this the Demon King’s house? Why does the Demon King speak of his own house as if it’s not his?

As he was thinking, the Demon King asked.

“Little one, why did you come in here?”

Rembrary was about to say that he had been kicked out by Warrion, but before he could speak, choices appeared before him.

—The bed is mine; tell the Demon King to sleep somewhere else.

—Roll the Demon King over to make him move and sleep there.

—ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋWhat are you doingㅋㅋㅋㅋ [Laughter indicating confusion or amusement]

Even a bit strange.

Rembrary raised his eyebrows. What is this?

Choice 1 and Choice 2 were strange, but Choice 3… it was like a text message accidentally sent to the wrong person.

Besides, this time there was no ‘follow the past’ choice that had been appearing all along. Why?

‘Could this be a mission? Does whether or not I leave the dungeon depend on these choices?’

Rembrary thought for a moment, but the incorrectly entered Choice 3 bothered him.

“…….”

“Rembrary?”

The Demon King asked again as Rembrary stood there blankly. Rembrary, thinking it was strange, chose number one as he always did.

“The bed is mine, so Rose Duke should go sleep somewhere else.”

“?”

The Demon King looked like he had misheard something.

“What did you just say?”

“The bed is mine—”

Before Rembrary could repeat the last words one more time, Klot, who had rushed in after seeing the door open, picked up Rembrary and apologized.

“I’m sorry. Go to sleep.”

Then, Klot closed the Demon King’s door and came out, placing Rembrary on the bed in the empty room next door and nagging.

“No, there are so many empty rooms, why do you keep looking for rooms that someone is using? You really don’t have anything right about you except your sense of taste?”

“Why is Rose Duke’s bed like that?”

“Who is Rose Duke?”

“The person who was lying down with roses instead of a bed.”

Klot, who was drawing the curtains on the room window, flinched and looked at Rembrary.

He was only now considering the possibility that Rembrary might not know that the Demon King was the Demon King.

Then, he probably remembered that he had called the Demon King ‘Demon King’ during the meal earlier.

Still pretending not to know, Klot stammered and forced a smile.

“Because he likes roses?”

With those words, Klot quickly went outside.

As the door closed, the light that had been leaking in from the hallway disappeared, and the room became dark in an instant.

Ardor the Parrot sat on Rembrary’s lap. Rembrary stroked the parrot’s back, slowly recalling his childhood memories.

* * *

The next day, Rembrary became a little more serious.

“What on earth is the way to get out of the dungeon?”

He thought he would naturally get out as time passed, but it didn’t seem to be the case.

Time was still passing, but the dungeon rules were still not revealed.

Thinking that, a serious expression naturally appeared on his face, and Rembrary continued to only worry while sitting on the living room sofa even after eating the still tasteless breakfast.

“Ardor, should I go to the castle next door after all?”

Watching him lost in thought, Warrion and Klot put their heads together and whispered.

“He must be bored?”

“He’s a kid. Kids play all day long. Of course, he’s bored.”

“Should we buy him some toys?”

“What toys? Those toys that demon children play with? Would he even be able to play with them?”

“Then should we just leave him like that?”

“Why not.”

Rembrary heard the conversation but pretended not to and only stroked the parrot. As he was doing that, this time the Demon King’s voice was heard among them.

“It would be good if you guys played with him.”

The kind but inconsiderate voice was not heard any more after that.

However, perhaps unable to ignore the Demon King’s instructions, Klot’s sarcastic voice was heard.

“Warrion, you play with him. You’re on a similar level to that kid.”

“What? What’s my level like?”

Rembrary was only stroking the parrot’s back while listening to Klot and Warrion fighting.

They were fighting each other to play with Rembrary, but in fact, Rembrary himself wasn’t in the mood to play even if someone came to play with him.

But eventually, whether their bickering ended on its own, Warrion approached Rembrary nonchalantly and asked.

“Hey, kid. Aren’t you bored? What do you want to play? I’ll play with you.”

“Inquisition execution play.”

“…….”

Watching Warrion turn around as soon as he came, Rembrary tried to continue thinking about what he had been thinking about earlier.

But Warrion retreated noisily and called the Demon King.

“Demon King! He’s weird!”

“?”

“This kid is on the same level as the Demon King?”

Klot crossed his arms and clicked his tongue.

“It’s the end of the world. These days, human children are scary.”

While that slight commotion was happening for a moment, the Demon King, who seemed to be going somewhere, really came back.

He must have gone to the kitchen to get a drink, as he was holding a drink in his hand.

As the Demon King came back and looked, Warrion said urgently.

“Demon King, this kid is telling me to play inquisition execution play. I don’t know how to do that, so I think the Demon King should do it.”

Next to him, Klot muttered quietly, “You should call him Rose Duke.”

The Demon King frowned as if he didn’t know what he was talking about, then approached Rembrary and asked.

“How do you do that?”

“I’ll play the role of the inquisition executioner, so Rose Duke should be the Demon King.”

The Demon King, who was the real Demon King, muttered with a troubled face.

“I don’t like that kind of thing.”

Rembrary shrugged and returned his turned upper body to its original position.

“I don’t know any other games either.”

But these demons really couldn’t bear to see a young child standing alone blankly, or perhaps they themselves were bored; they kept begging him to tell them what he wanted to play.

‘These are really troublesome illusions.’

Then, later, he thought about just playing with them appropriately because it was annoying, but suddenly someone spoke brightly from the seat next to him where no one was.

“I’ll play with you.”

Rembrary looked to the side, and Klot was horrified and said.

“At least say something when you come and go.”

The suddenly appeared Noir made a suggestion to Rembrary again without knowing what was going on.

“Baby, I’ll play with you. But let’s make a bet. You have to bet something. That’s how it’s fun, right? What should we bet? If I win, will you give me your soul?”

“If I win, you put out your neck.”

“…….”

While Noir was gesturing to Klot about Rembrary, asking ‘what is this?’, Rembrary also began to doubt.

He thought that Klot, Warrion, the Demon King, etc., were coming out too gently, so he thought that the demons were acting out their daily lives by embellishing them normally.

Seeing Noir’s petty appearance, he wondered if it really happened.

At that time, Noir, who had been asking Klot about Rembrary, looked at Rembrary again as if he had heard enough.

“Ah, good good. Little one. Then let’s do this.”

Before Noir could say what he was going to do, three choices appeared in front of Rembrary.

—Tag

—Hide and Seek

—Lie Game

This time, there was no choice to follow the past. There were also no choices mixed with personal feelings like before.

Rembrary quickly realized. This is it.

The way to get out of this dungeon must be hidden in these choices that have no choice to follow the past and no personal words.

Rembrary quickly began to choose the choices.