Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 67

The Player Who Became a Constellation – 67

Chapter 67

Loki laughed so hard that tears welled up in his eyes, which he wiped away with his fingers.

“Ha. Hahaha… ha… I’m sorry about that. Just a joke. A joke!”

A joke…?

That was everyone’s thought in the courtyard.

Who would send assassins as a joke, and then subdue the assassin trying to kill the Marquis?

Normally, such an act would be punishable as insulting the nobility, but no one could reprimand Loki.

Everyone there had already been overwhelmed by Loki.

Even if he openly killed the Marquis right in front of them… how many could actually stop him?

“Dinner is over…”

Loki approached Marquis Hallum, who, upon seeing him, scooted backward on his rear end.

Loki whispered very softly into Marquis Hallum’s ear, just loud enough for him to hear.

‘Have you learned your lesson?’

“……!”

‘Remember what kind of being you’ve messed with, Marquis.’

Loki tapped Marquis Hallum’s plump cheek and smiled.

“Well, Marquis Hallum. I look forward to our next meeting.”

“…….”

Loki left those words behind and walked towards the mansion. Then, he spoke to the Berserker warrior who had subdued the assassin.

“Heal him with a potion and let him go.”

The Berserker warrior looked at the assassin, who was clutching his leg and wailing, and asked with a puzzled expression.

“…You want us to release him?”

“I promised to release him with all his limbs intact, so I have to keep my word.”

…Can this really be called keeping a promise?

The Berserker warrior stared at the assassin.

“Kuh…!”

‘His eyes are gone.’

Even if his body is healed with a potion, his mind will be broken.

‘Well, it’s fun, so whatever.’

The Berserker warrior grinned and nodded.

It was the order of the ruler of Asgard.

He would simply follow whatever the order was.

***

“F… Finally arrived-!!”

On a hill not far from the Roden Estate, a knight in plate mail stretched out his arms and shouted.

His face was covered in dust, but he looked very bright.

He seemed extremely happy to have found the estate.

“F, finally… arrived…!”

A boy in a pointed hat and cloak barely supported himself with a staff, his hands trembling.

There were dark circles under the boy’s eyes, and he was so tired that he staggered and almost fell repeatedly.

“…Yes, we’ve finally arrived. But… will we even have the face to see the Prince…”

The old knight in plate armor pressed his temples and trembled.

Tears flowed between his fingers, showing how much he had suffered.

They were once knights and mages of the kingdom: Lapilta, Alber, and Paul.

They had finally arrived here after a long journey.

However, they had failed to find any trace of the ‘Legendary Potion,’ which was their original goal.

“That old man is ruining the mood! Potion, my foot! We’ll be dead if we die!”

At Lapilta’s words, Alber drew his sword and swung it at him.

Lapilta was startled and screamed.

“You senile old man…!”

“Sorry. I think I have dementia these days; my body just moves on its own.”

“It’s definitely on purpose! Isn’t it? Paul! Huh?”

“…I want to rest. Let’s go back quickly. We have to greet the Prince too.”

Paul shook his head and said, and Lapilta and Alber bickered before nodding at Paul’s words.

They were also exhausted. They wanted to eat, soak in warm water, and go to sleep as soon as possible.

“Then let’s go quickly!”

Lapilta ran quickly, and Alber and Paul staggered behind him.

Unaware of what was happening in the Roden Estate, they were filled with hope that they would be able to rest.

***

The room assigned to Loki was a luxurious room befitting a VIP.

The Berserker warriors were waiting in their respective rooms.

Loki, Aum, Cancun, Kudan, Cellut.

Only the main figures were gathered in one room.

Cellut was lying on the bed. He still felt nauseous, with his hand on his head.

Cancun was stroking Cellut’s hair.

Kudan was at the window with a balcony, peeking out through the curtains, and Aum was sitting on the sofa, looking at Loki across from him, putting a cookie in his mouth.

“How was my cooking?”

Loki lifted the teacup on the table.

“It was nice to have a spicy taste after a long time, especially with the cheese.”

Cheese Tteokbokki [Korean spicy rice cakes with cheese].

It was Loki’s favorite food.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Thanks to you, I was able to eat in a good atmosphere.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

Two Berserker warriors guarding the door almost burst out laughing at the conversation between the two.

‘As expected of the Constellation!’

‘It was quite a sight to see those guys trembling.’

The gazes that looked down on them were stained with fear after Loki’s meal.

‘It’s always fun with the Constellation, isn’t it?’

Incidents and accidents never stop.

Perhaps the boredom of the frozen land could be alleviated if they were with him.

With that thought, the Berserker warriors looked forward to what would happen in the future.

“What are you planning to do now? It won’t be easy to punish them.”

Loki’s movement of bringing the tea to his mouth stopped.

“Punish? What are you talking about?”

“…Weren’t you planning to get rid of them?”

“Me?”

Loki smiled wryly and shook his head.

“No, I don’t do such troublesome things.”

“……?”

Wasn’t the purpose of coming to this estate to get rid of them?

Loki put the teacup on the table and leaned back on the sofa as if lying down.

“Isn’t the cause of this incident Marquis Hallum?”

“…That’s right.”

“What I want is to catch Prince Ash and use him to facilitate exchanges between Western Ronia and the Holy Order. Does catching only the Marquis solve the problem? But recklessly deploying troops to wipe them out would result in the deaths of innocent people, and the continent’s criticism of us would be enormous.”

…He’s thinking about that after making such a mess?

‘He must be joking.’

Aum knew very well that Loki wasn’t the type to care about such things.

‘Maybe he just came up with a fun prank…’

“So, what I’m saying is…”

“……?”

“I need you to bring the Marquis here. As politely as possible.”

“What are you planning to do?”

“We have to go diplomatically. Diplomatically.”

Aum noticed that Loki’s tone was playful.

He was truly an unpredictable, capricious, playful, and cruel god.

“Lord Loki!”

At that moment, Cancun raised her hand and called Loki.

She pointed to the balcony.

Specifically, she pointed to the assassins hanging on the skewers outside.

“Can we release them now? It’s a bit messy to look at…”

“Hmm… do as you please.”

“Thank you! Then, I’ll be back…”

Cancun stroked Cellut’s head, then opened the door and left the room.

Kudan smiled at the sight.

“She said that, but it seems she’s actually going to bury them.”

“Probably.”

Loki knew it too. No, everyone in this room knew her well.

“Isn’t she a kind child?”

Loki got up from his seat at Kudan’s words.

“Then I’ll be away for a while too.”

“Where are you going?”

“…Sightseeing in the city and helping that kid. If he sees injustice, he’ll spend his time helping again.”

As Loki left the room, Aum said,

“The Constellation is truly full of compassion.”

“Indeed.”

Kudan agreed with those words.

“Then…”

Aum also got up from his seat, wearing a venomous expression.

“Let’s go catch that pot-bellied frog Marquis.”

***

The command center, frequently used by the central nobles of Eastern Ronia, was in the middle of a heated meeting.

Marquis Hallum was sitting at the command table, looking dazed.

“What are we going to do now!”

“Who on earth sent the assassins?!”

“As if the situation wasn’t dire enough with Western Ronia, now we’re adding more enemies…!”

The command center was filled only with resentful gazes and accusations directed at someone, as everyone was watching each other carefully.

They didn’t have the courage to speak openly to anyone, nor the ability to handle the consequences. So, they had to vent their frustrations like this.

“How dare they…!”

“Those…!”

“Why…!”

Marquis Hallum’s cheeks twitched at the nobles’ clamor.

Prince Ash was holding his forehead and pretending not to know, avoiding eye contact.

He even grumbled like a child, saying, ‘I told you so. It’s not my fault!’

Marquis Hallum’s face contorted at those words.

He slammed his thick hand on the table.

“Enough-!”

The nobles in the command center shut their mouths at his shout.

“Now that I know, please shut your blabbering mouths!”

Startled, they glanced at Marquis Hallum and cleared their throats.

They already knew who the culprit behind this incident was.

There was no evidence, but they were certain.

“Yes, well, let’s stop. But…”

Among them, those with the title of Count looked at Marquis Hallum and smiled wryly.

“This incident… Marquis Hallum, did you order it?”

“…….”

“If so… you must take responsibility. We can’t just let it pass-”

“Would it be faster to cut off your mouth in front of my eyes? Or for me to take responsibility first?”

The Count stopped speaking.

He had opened his mouth to seize the initiative in power at this opportunity, but it was too hasty a choice.

“Ahem!”

The Marquis’s face, which was always gentle and smiling, was now distorted like an angry orc.

Hallum Marquis’s hidden nature was too dangerous to underestimate.

His obsession with the power he possessed was fanatical, so the Count decided to step back.

“Y, you’re being too harsh. We just want to know who carried out this incident.”

“Yes, that’s right. That’s right. Ah! Or how about we take this opportunity to really suppress them? If we use the estate’s forces, we might be able to suppress even the Nordics, no matter how strong they are!”

“Are you saying that now?”

Marquis Hallum glared at the nobles.

The figures from the underworld had all grown up receiving hellish training since they were young.

As much as they grew through harsh training, their martial prowess was comparable to well-trained knights.

But with those people being helplessly defeated… he was suggesting using soldiers to suppress the barbarians?

What if they messed things up and, instead of suppressing them, only fueled their desire for revenge?

The next ones to be skewered on skewers would be everyone in this conference room.

“That’s impossible. Don’t do anything rash!”

Just as the nobles were sighing at Marquis Hallum’s angry voice,

“Yes, you shouldn’t have done anything rash, Marquis.”

Marquis Hallum turned his gaze to the direction from which the voice came.

Prince Ash, who was holding his forehead, was glaring at Marquis Hallum.

“P, Prince?”

Marquis Hallum was sweating.

Just as he was getting out of the nobles’ questioning, Prince Ash was driving him into a corner.

“I clearly said we should take a diplomatic approach. But you’ve caused such a thing…”

“Th, that is…”

“If this goes wrong, you will take responsibility…”

Ash glared at Hallum with fierce eyes.

“You must be prepared to have your head cut off.”