Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 114

The soldiers rushed in response to the nobles’ shouts.

The number of soldiers searching for Ash in the royal palace increased.

Ash and the Royal Knights also noticed the strange atmosphere.

“It’s King Ash!”

At the shout of one of the soldiers, Ash and the Royal Knights turned pale.

“This is bad…!”

“A rebellion…!”

“Escape!”

The Royal Knights drew their daggers and confronted the noble soldiers.

The sounds of weapons clashing and screams filled the air.

However, as they were disguised, they were not enough to stop them.

“Y-Your Highness! Please, flee!”

At the urgent cry of the Royal Knight, Ash trembled and moved away, leaving the Royal Knights behind.

“…He’s escaping! Don’t let him get away!”

“Catch him!”

Ash ran breathlessly.

He was covered in sweat, and fluids flowed from his eyes, nose, and mouth. A desperate scream to live echoed in his throat.

“Ugh, aaaaaah!”

It was a pathetic and terrible sight for the king of a nation.

“Your Majesty, the enemy has invaded the palace!”

“The barbarians are taking over the palace!”

“Run away…!”

Screams of servants and maids were heard from here and there, along with the urgent voices of soldiers.

Ash quickly turned his gaze.

Through the window, he could see barbarians trying to enter the fortress.

And a huge boulder flying towards him-.

“……!”

With a thud, Ash landed on his rear.

The huge boulder had destroyed the corridor.

“These crazy bastards…!”

Ash cursed, but quickly got up and turned around.

“……!”

“…What’s that guy?”

“A servant… is he?”

“Judging by his actions, it seems like it….”

Barbarians with blue hair and blue eyes.

The Northmen were walking down the corridor.

They looked back and forth between the portrait in their hands and Ash.

“That’s him, right? King Ash.”

“I don’t think so… There’s no way the king would look so pathetic, would he?”

“No…, it’s him.”

One of the Nord soldiers pointed to the king’s portrait in the hallway.

It was a painting drawn by a first-class artist.

It was a painting that depicted the truth, unlike the portrait.

Ash had been satisfied every time he saw the painting in the past, but now he resented it.

“Right? King Ash!”

The Nord soldiers smiled as they looked back and forth between the portrait in the hallway and Ash.

“Ah, right. Capture him!”

Ash was horrified and looked for a place to escape.

However, the front had long been destroyed by the catapult, and the barbarians were approaching from behind.

There is no place to escape. If there is….

Ash swallowed hard and looked at the wall that had collapsed due to the catapult.

The way to fall under the palace.

The height is only about 6m [approximately 20 feet].

Below, lush trees and grass were growing, well-groomed by the gardener.

“…Eeeek!”

Ash jumped towards it.

“…This crazy!”

“…Isn’t that guy too persistent?”

The Nord soldiers rushed over with a look of annoyance.

Ash fell into the garden, messing up the lush flowerbeds and trees.

Whether he landed wrong, he was bleeding from his head and limping with a broken leg.

“I lived…! I’m alive! I’m alive…!”

Ash smiled with joy and reached out to the exit leading out of the garden when the door opened.

It wasn’t Ash who opened it, but someone from the outside.

It was Baron Hallum.

Ash froze.

On the contrary, Hallum smiled.

“You were here. You little rat!”

Behind Hallum, nobles and soldiers drew their swords and glared at Ash.

“Catch him!”

Ash turned in another direction, limping.

And he looked at the opposite side.

Someone was standing tall.

White silver hair visible between the leather clothes and robe.

And a dark elf with brown skin and red eyes.

“S-Serrot!”

She was standing in front of him.

Ash’s face brightened.

That elf showed an attitude of ignoring humans, but in fact, her inner heart was very tender.

Above all, she is close to the King of the North.

If he coaxes her well, she might save him!

As Ash approached her with hope, he saw her raising her bow.

The arrowhead is aimed at him.

“Huh…?”

The woman he once had in mind was glaring at him as if to kill him.

Thwack-!

And an arrow flew and pierced Ash’s eye.

“Ugh, aaaaaaaack-!! You slave! What are you doing, you dog-like Aein-!” [Aein is likely a derogatory term for elves].

Ash covered the eye hit by the arrow and struggled, glaring at Serrot with hatred.

“Ser-!”

Just as he was about to shout her name, Ash’s body was crushed.

“I caught him-!”

Baron Hallum grabbed the back of Ash’s head and slammed him to the ground.

At the sight, Serrot lowered the bow she had been aiming.

“You son of a bitch! How dare an elf…. Serrot-!”

Ash felt a chilling sensation.

The surrounding air became heavy.

“……!”

Hallum turned his head towards the garden entrance with a look of joy.

“Oooooh!”

Someone entered the garden.

Birds fly up.

The magnificent drumbeats and roaring trumpet sounds echoing on the battlefield pounded the eardrums.

Crimson plate armor.

Fur draped over his shoulders and a reddish-brown cloak fluttering.

The ruler of Asgard.

The person who will end this war.

Loki.

He appeared.

***

Everyone gathered in the garden felt as if the surrounding air was freezing.

In fact, everyone was frozen and couldn’t even think of moving.

In front of the overwhelming presence, everyone’s minds turned white.

“Ah… Aaaaaaaah!!”

Ash screamed as he looked at him.

He twisted his body and escaped from Hallum’s arms.

Hallum tried to chase after him, but Loki raised his hand to stop him.

“Stop.”

“Ooh! My great master! I have carried out all the missions as ordered!”

Hallum bowed to Loki to show his loyalty.

Loki ignored Hallum and stared at Ash.

Then, he reached out to a soldier around Hallum and uttered a word.

“Give it to me.”

The soldier who met Loki’s eyes felt a chill down his spine and handed over the spear he was holding.

Loki took the spear and approached Ash.

Then he grabbed his head and lifted him up.

“Ugh, aaaaaaaack-!”

Ash looked at the spear Loki was holding and his face contorted in fear.

Ash, recalling the human skewers of Roden Territory from the past, clenched his fists and hit Loki’s face as if struggling.

Loki looked at Ash and aimed the spear at his mouth.

‘I’m going to die!’

Just as Loki was about to put the spear in Ash’s mouth-.

He felt a strange gaze.

In the corner of the garden, in the dark bushes, a pure white skull is visible.

The eyes, as if the soul was burning, looked at Loki and then turned to Ash.

It is a look stained with hatred.

“Surely my brother is here-!”

There was another person who belatedly came to the garden.

It was Prince Eron, the prince of Ronia and Ash’s blood relative.

Loki scanned the people gathered in this garden.

‘I see.’

The people gathered here are all evil ties connected to Ash.

The karma that Ash committed was gathered in this place now.

‘Then I don’t need to judge.’

Loki stuck the spear in Ash’s hand.

Crack-!

“──!!”

Ash couldn’t even scream.

The terrible pain made his head feel like it was going to explode.

Loki reached out to another soldier, and the soldier trembled with fear, but handed over the next spear.

Another spear pierced Ash’s other hand and fixed the spear to the floor.

Loki finally poured the potion on both of his hands.

The pierced hand regenerates, giving Ash constant pain.

A potion that heals everything.

But that healing ability became a curse instead.

It stopped his bleeding and kept him alive, while at the same time transforming into torture that repeated the pain of regeneration and wounds.

Ash screamed and gasped incessantly.

Prince Eron’s face turned pale.

His brother has an arrow stuck in one eye, and both arms are pierced by spears and hanging in the air.

That appearance looks like a criminal’s punishment.

“This person’s punishment.”

Loki moved his seat.

“I’ll leave it to ‘you’.”

He left the place.

***

The sun rose and the sunset rose.

Ash felt like he was going crazy from the pain in both hands.

Hell. It was a living hell.

“E, Eron-!”

Ash barely regained his sanity and shouted at Eron.

He begged.

To save him. Please, remove the spear that is giving him this terrible pain!

Eron’s eyes, which had been shaking for a moment, soon hardened.

“Brother.”

A chilling sensation flowed through his eyes.

Eron turned his back on everyone and looked at Ash.

The eyes without emotion stare at Ash.

“…I can’t do that. Brother, you have killed too many people. It’s time to stop now.”

“……!”

“Your head is needed for the unification of Ronia. So please die for Ronia. After talking to the Constellation, tomorrow. I will decide on your disposition.”

“Eron! Eron-!”

Ash shouted his name until he tasted blood in his mouth, but his only blood relative turned his back on his brother and left the garden.

Ash turned his head and looked at Serrot.

“Serrot! Save me! P, please heal me like before… heal my hands!”

“…….”

She looked at Ash with indifferent eyes.

Then she shook her head from side to side, and she also left the garden.

Ash couldn’t believe the reality he was in.

It feels like falling into the abyss of despair.

“Hahaha! How foolish. Your Highness.”

There is only one person in the garden.

Only Hallum remained.

“You used to shout at me in Roden, but now you’re in this shape.”

Hallum shrugged his shoulders and wore a triumphant expression.

“In the end, you were not meant to be king.”

“Hallum….”

Ash glared at Hallum and warned.

“Do you think… you’ll be safe too!”

“I’m not as incompetent as you. The Constellation who recognized my abilities has chosen me!”

Hallum shouted, pounding his chest.

“I will be king!”

“…You’re crazy.”

Ash felt a new fear of Loki.

What on earth did he do to make Hallum so crazy!

“Now this Ronia will be mine! I have accomplished the mission of capturing you, so in return, I-!”

At that moment, Hallum’s head was grabbed by pure white fingers.

Hallum turned his head to the side at the unfamiliar touch and the chill that permeated his body.

A pure white skull and burning eyes were visible.

“Huh?”

A… Lich [an undead creature]?

The pure white fingers pulled Hallum’s head.

Instead of his head being pulled out, a transparent soul was pulled out.

“……!!!”

Watching the scene, Ash screamed inwardly.

What is that?! What is that!!

Lich? Why is the Lich in this palace-!!

「Kieaaaaaak-!」

Hallum’s soul is screaming in pain.

The Lich picked up Hallum’s soul, moved his jaw, and opened his mouth.

Then he sucks in and eats the soul.

「Sa, save-!」

Crack-!

The soul disappeared, with his face being chewed on as the last thing.

The Lich raised his head and looked at Ash.

“Ugh, aaaaaaaack!”

Ash struggled to get out of the spears fixed to both hands.

“E, Eron! Serrot! A, anyone is fine! Help me! Save me!!”

Black shadows appeared behind the Lich, and two Death Knights [powerful undead warriors] in armor emerged.

The three undead approached Ash.

“D, don’t come-!”

「I told you.」

Ash stopped, frozen.

The all-too-familiar voice echoed in his head.

When Ash looked at the Lich, his burning eyes were already right in front of him.

The pure white fingers grabbed Ash’s head.

「I will curse you.」

“…Paul?”

Ash’s soul was extracted.

The body collapsed, and the soul caught in the pure white grip screamed and struggled.

「You will not die peacefully.」

「Kieaaaaaak-!」

「Your soul will be eternally bound and struggle in constant pain!」

Paul opened his mouth, and Ash’s soul looked into his mouth.

Numerous souls reached out and grabbed Ash, dragging him into his mouth.

Ash felt the pain of his soul being torn apart and seeped into Paul’s body.

Soon, Ash’s soul disappeared.

Paul quietly looked at Ash’s limp body and turned around.

Now, it was time to leave this land of the living.

The next day, Ash was found as a cold corpse.

And even that dead body was placed on the guillotine to appease the anger of the Ronians, and by cutting off his head, they announced the end of the Ronia War.

With this, the Ronia War came to an end.

And….

A sacred song echoed in the sacred king’s audience chamber.

Although they turned their backs on the Holy Order, Asgard did not say anything about the customs.

Chirp chirp!

A sparrow sits and chirps on the broken palace ceiling.

The sunlight announcing the beginning shines on the red carpet of the audience chamber.

The one kneeling there.

Eron. And Palm.

Loki standing tall.

Eron bows his head.

Palm carefully gets up and places the crown on his head.

Eron raised his head towards Loki with a sign of worship and then lowered it again.

The emergence of a new faith.

Also.

“Long live His Highness Eron Ronia-!”

“May Valhalla [Norse afterlife] and Loki’s blessings be with you-!”

It was the moment when the new king of Ronia ascended the throne.