Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 326 Proclaiming the Lord of Fools

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Klein looked at Serres with a gentle expression, listening to him introduce the "Lord of Fools".

“This sounds almost as good as your master.” Mobert had somehow gotten to the side of the ascetic and sat down next to him, giving him a light nudge to the waist.

Snowman opened his eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and then closed them again.

“Angels… are not the same as the King of Angels. And, He is still missing one…”

Klein hesitated to speak.

This sounds like a debate between elementary school students.
My Lord is powerful... My Lord is even more powerful...

Serres continued his introduction: "Our Lord dwells above the realms of reality and the spirit world, His mercy is spread throughout heaven and earth. In the past, in the present, and in the future. He is the great ruler who governs the spirit world, the King of Yellow and Black who holds good fortune, and the guiding light for every living being in the pursuit of eternity."

“That sounds impressive.” Grosser clapped enthusiastically, the thunderous applause sounding like muffled thunder.

“Yes.” Serres nodded. “The Lord of Fools slept for a time, and before that slept, He lived in the same era as the ancient sun god.”

Snowman finally opened his eyes fully, frowning as he looked at Serres.

Klein also frowned.

Was the ancient sun god also from that era?

“I have never heard of this claim,” Snowman emphasized.

"The Creator awoke from chaos... That's part of your doctrine, isn't it?" Serres asked.

After receiving a nod, he continued, "Where there is [awakening], there is [slumber], and your ruler was in the same era as the Lord of Fools before he fell asleep. It's just that the Lord of Fools awoke a little later."

Snowman thought about it for a moment and decided it was acceptable. After all, the Lord shouldn't have been a savage living in the snow before he fell asleep. So he nodded and closed his eyes again.

"The old angel is a thieving angel. He was an angel from ancient times and was repeatedly harmed and hunted by the 'Angel of Time' among the angel kings. In the end, he converted to our Lord and found protection and peace."

Mobert couldn't help but widen his eyes as he listened, but he didn't interrupt Serris; he simply sat and listened.

“Old man…” he said a single word in a low voice.

“The angel is a mercury angel, the embodiment of destiny. He was once my Lord’s most beloved angel, but now… recently he seems to have fallen out of favor, because the Lord has focused more of his attention on another saint who represents destiny.”

Klein adjusted his monocle, not thinking he was that close to Will Unsettin. But then he remembered that Serres might have been referring to the "original work," so it didn't seem like a problem.

"The angel of sickness is the angel who loves my Lord the most, the one who has followed my Lord the longest, and the ruler of the underworld. Just as I said at the beginning, my Lord exists at any time, and the Lord's angels are also present in every stage of His growth."

“And the sick angel was precisely the angel who sheltered the Lord from the wind and rain when He was still a child.”

“The angels are messengers of our Lord, trumpets of the Lord, and messengers of His divine pronouncements. They patrol the spiritual realm for the Lord and shepherd the Lord’s lambs in the spiritual realm.”

Messenger...Miss Renette is an angel...

Klein had suspected this when he first summoned the messenger. Hearing Serris's emphasis confirmed his suspicions.

"The angels of pregnancy are the crystallization of wisdom, the indelible spirituality within each person."

"Beside the throne of the Lord are the world angels, who are the angels of harmony and dominion. They are the Lord's thunder, the Lord's wrath, and the Lord's hand. They are the judge and executioner of all the fallen and unclean. But they are also the Lord's mercy, the Lord's redemption, and the Lord's miracles. They are the redeemer and miracle worker of all the suffering and the pitiful, and the lawgiver who governs thousands."

This is describing me, isn't it...?

Klein quietly dug his feet into the ground. Stop blowing...stop blowing...

Herrscher? Grosser scratched his head, not understanding the meaning of the word. The others didn't understand either, but no one asked.

"Of course, there is also the true self angel. He is the angel of paradise, the angel of humanity, the angel of love and beauty. He is the soul of paradise that shines brighter than the stars and is more splendid than the flowers. He is the flawless maiden, the hero of the true self, the flower of abundance, the poem of love, the eternal and flawless splendor of humanity. He is the first lawgiver, the lawgiver representing the origin of humanity."

"So what exactly is a Herrscher?" Shatas finally couldn't help but ask.

“Hmm…this is hard to explain.” Serres thought for a moment. “Just think of it as a proper noun.”

Shatas nodded, and Serres continued.

"In addition, there were 13 saints by the Lord's side, who were known as the 'Thirteen Heroes Who Chased Fire'. But apart from the True Self Hero who was promoted to angel and the Empty Dream Saint who accompanied the Lord and became the Lord's most beloved saint, the rest have all fallen into obscurity."

"Um...you just said you stole the angel..." After hearing what Serres said, Mobert finally couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm? Are you bothered by this?" Serres turned his head and asked.

“A little,” Mobert nodded honestly.

“Yes, your name is Zoroaster.” Serres nodded, pretending to have just noticed.

“Yes, I haven’t heard anything about the old man in a long time,” Mobert nodded.

"Eh? You call Him an old man too?" Serris genuinely didn't know.

“Yes, we all call Him ‘Old Man.’ We don’t care about seniority.” Mobert asked curiously, “From what you’re saying, do people still call Him ‘Old Man’ now?”

“Yes.” Serres nodded. “He is now parasitizing a follower of the Lord of Fools, who calls Him Old Man.”

“Is that so… to be able to parasitize a familiar…” Mobert said with a touch of emotion, “It seems the old man is doing quite well these days…”

“They’ve already started living a retired life ahead of schedule,” Serres affirmed.

“After all, he’s an old angel.” Mobert thought of the way Serres had addressed him earlier.

Grosser picked up a cup that was even more extravagant than a wooden bucket, gulped down a mouthful of melted snow water, and laughed, "I never thought that after hundreds of years, you would still have common topics to discuss."

“Then let me tell you something about myself,” Mobert said with a smile. “In my time, there were no churches of pleasure and machines. The Church of the Night’s mortal enemy was the Church of the God of War, the Aegis family of the Southern Continent. The Church of the Lord of Storms, the Eternal Sun, and the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom were all at odds with each other, hoping to gain the support of the Solomon Empire.”

"By the way, back then, the gods roamed the earth, not the astral plane..."

A few people gathered together and chatted casually about various historical secrets.

When they talked about the sun god reclaiming the power of storms, the elf Shatas and the ascetic Snowman almost came to blows.

But Groselle, the protagonist of a shonen manga, certainly wouldn't let them fight like that. He chose to block the two of them and said, "You can hit him, but you can't hurt him."

This confused Klein. What's the difference between "beating" and "harming"?
But Padmon's amazing wisdom worked at high speed to reach a conclusion.

She spoke to Klein in a meow that no one else could understand: "Was it that the giant saw the elf and the noble doing *that*, and then they lied to this naive giant and said that the elf was beating up the noble?"

Klein felt this made sense, but he simply maintained his smile.

(End of this chapter)