Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Unreliable!

She's not usually this easily agitated, so what happened just now?

Is it the instinct within our bloodline awakening? Or—

No, in fact she didn't even understand what complicated feelings she had for her brother, but her mouth had already involuntarily and completely out of control uttered so many words that were enough to cause misunderstanding.

While Sigourney was in a mess—

Perhaps it was the subconscious influence of the night's bewitching allure, coupled with the burning jealousy within her, that led Sigourney to make such a foolish mistake? The meaning behind her words is not hard to guess.

That was her hero, the man who dared to stand up for her at a banquet between two countries and drew his sword to kill the king.

Faced with this immense, world-defying bond—would any other woman dare to trespass into their world?

Even so—if Siguni weren't Siguni, or if her brother weren't Yoru, there would be absolutely no problem with saying these words now.

But no matter how outrageous the rumors are, and others can speculate and imagine that there are shady things going on between the siblings, she, as the person involved, should not speak out.

It exposed the dirty, hidden 'improper thoughts' in my heart, especially in front of that person.

At this moment, Siguni was terrified that Night would hate her because of this, and even find her disgusting!

'Am I going crazy?' When Siguni's brain went blank, she could only maintain that majestic appearance and continue to stare coldly at the king, but in reality, her pupils had lost focus and her thoughts were flying everywhere.

In the deathly silence of the palace, Night stepped forward with a crisp thud. He suddenly pulled Siguni into his arms, then—with an incredibly composed and radiant smile—looked at the other king: "That's right—that's exactly it. My sister was absolutely right! So—do you understand everything now?"

Night stood up for Sigourney at the crucial moment!

It's rare to see such an adorable, conflicted girl...

Although I was initially taken aback by Sigourney's bold declaration, it was quite interesting, wasn't it?

Ye knew that the two were not related by blood at all.

But to everyone else in this world, including the gods in heaven, he is 'Night.Cecifried'!!

Knowing the truth but not revealing it, instead watching the girl's anxious and bewildered state due to her sense of guilt and inner torment...

It's a little bad, but also a little cute.

Although they are currently in a gamble, it's best not to reveal his true identity in this world to prevent Odin from discovering it prematurely. Night won't tell the girl the truth so quickly, but knowing the truth, he can now stand up for Siguni without any reservations.

Even—encourage the other person to be true to their desires.

It's as if to say—it's okay...it's not a wrong idea for you to have that thought.

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"What?!!" Countless people present exclaimed in surprise.

At this moment, Siguni looked at the hand that was holding her shoulder, which made her feel safe, and the broad, reassuring chest behind her. Her face flushed red—the indescribable shock in her heart made her feel like she was about to become a complete idiot.

What does this mean? What does my brother mean by this?

No, no, no, perhaps I misunderstood. The brother is simply showing his affection for his sister as an older brother, and he's just showing favoritism and protecting her reputation.

Don't indulge in wishful thinking...!

Having not experienced the original myth's dark transformation, and not being the Siguni who had been driven to the brink of despair and awakened to transcend worldly views without restraint, she now felt her heart pounding wildly.

Meanwhile, whispers began to circulate among the guests at the banquet.

The voices were so dirty, vulgar, and uncultured that Siguni almost doubted whether they were nobles at all.

At this moment, the nobles were in an uproar and began to discuss the relationship between the brother and sister, with all sorts of unsavory rumors emerging.

Chapter 164 It is dusk, so naturally, if you don't like something, you will take action!

Sigourney, who had been beaming with joy because of Ye's support, her pale cheeks turning rosy.

At that moment, I heard those whispers.

"It really is...like that?!"

"But aren't they siblings?"

"This is a bit disgusting...!"

"No, I actually find it quite exciting, hahaha, but this kind of thing is very common among nobles and they do it in private. They can't just do it in public, can they?"

"That's really brave of you! You actually dared to say it!!"

"Although Princess Siguni is beautiful, our Princess Persward is no less so. Is Night.Czecfried really going to give up like this? It's such a pity."

……

My heart began to ache.

When Sigourney heard those whispers, she thought she heard someone saying that she and her brother were perverts...

No, no—! I'm the only one who's perverted, how could you tarnish the only light that saved me like that!

For Sigourney, Night was the only hero who dared to stand up and save her soul when she was betrayed by her family.

She harbored a longing for the night, but the object of her longing was seen as a pervert because of her own actions and was slandered by others. This made the girl clench her fists and grit her teeth!

"Enough—! Shut up!" At the crucial moment, Ye, the reliable older brother, came online again.

A terrifying, primordial aura emanated from its body, intimidating the entire banquet hall...

The previously radiant smile on his face suddenly turned cold, revealing a terrifying gaze.

"Who was just criticizing me and my sister? If they have the guts, why don't they stand up and say it again to my face? Wouldn't that be more satisfying?!"

The nobles below immediately fell silent. Ye was, after all, a guest who had saved their princess, and they shouldn't have gossiped. But that didn't mean they truly knew they were wrong. Instead, they all wore expressions that said, "I didn't say anything," stubbornly refusing to admit anything, even displaying an indifferent attitude. A down-on-his-luck prince and princess had actually rejected their kingdom's princess, even if she was the Holy Sword Wielder. So what if they laughed?

It's no big deal. Do you think they'd dare make a move here? Didn't you see His Majesty the King hasn't said a word? Do you think they'd disregard their reputation and attack them here?

Soon, these people started whispering again, laughing from time to time, and their words became more vicious and unpleasant, with many of them targeting Sigourney.

After all, the allure of the night is too strong; they might not be willing to say it.

But with Ye's five senses, these people were practically whispering in his ear.

At this time, the nobles were unaware of the danger they were doing, and the night could not be viewed through the lens of common sense.

Revenge should not be delayed; otherwise, the satisfaction will not be felt...

He didn't care about reputation; otherwise, he wouldn't have played the role of the Demon King in Greece. However, if he couldn't teach those gossipy fellows a lesson, it would be a sign of his unease. In the words of the Taoist masters next door—"a Taoist heart turned to demonic possession."

If you hold back for a moment, you'll only get angrier! If you back down, you'll only feel like you've lost out!

So, faced with these relentlessly foul-mouthed people, especially feeling the increasingly pale and shaky face of the girl beside him...

The next moment, Night said, "Your Majesty, I do need some reward. The main purpose of my trip to your kingdom is to borrow your royal blacksmith, Woland, to help me reforge my weapons."

These sudden words left King Sonos bewildered. He had seen Ye's terrifying gaze just moments before and thought he was about to attack. Why was he suddenly bringing up the matter of payment?

But—borrowing craftsmen?

Sonos realized that there really was such a guy, quite talented—he had nailed his feet and pulled out his tendons to prevent him from escaping, so that he would serve him forever.

If it's just borrowing... wait, reforging the weapon—isn't Nightjerk Fried's weapon the famous Sword in the Tree?

Upon realizing what was happening, Sonos exclaimed in surprise, "You...you don't actually want to reforge the Holy Sword?!"

Night: "That's right—I possess a magical script that, when inscribed on weapons, can unleash even greater power. I want the blacksmith to reforge the sword, inscribing this magical script upon it. Now, let me demonstrate for you a power I've named Rune... Once you've seen it once, you'll know just how wondrous this power is!"

A show of power?!

A magical script?

Not only the king, but even the nobles below him became interested. That sounds quite intriguing!

However, the nobles were completely unaware of the danger, or even that they were the ones being demonstrated this magical power.

Just as Sonos was about to suggest that they go to an open space outside to display the exhibit, Night had already taken action.

He spoke first: "Flame—!"

He recited the concept of fire in a way that people had never heard before.

The next moment, the person who had uttered those malicious words suddenly burst into flames from the tip of their tongue, and in an instant, their entire body was engulfed in flames, without screams or panicked cries for help.

Everything vanished in the quiet, crackling sound of a campfire, like a lullaby before the end of the century, the fireplace fire about to go out in the night!

The terrifying silence, broken only by the sound of fire and the bright, human-shaped firelight before their eyes, instantly chilled everyone who witnessed it. They wanted to scream, but each one seemed to have their throat choked and could not utter a sound!

Then—Night: "Fate!"

The next moment, as the words of the night became law, countless bright red threads symbolizing the lines of fate appeared in the void, visible to the naked eye, controlling the other half of the person who had been gossiping but had not yet been punished.

"My body...my body—! It's out of my control!"

"No, no... I don't want to be burned to a crisp!!"

"Stop! Stop! Heroes shouldn't wantonly commit murder!"

Finally—as if their voices had been restored in an instant—countless screams and cries of terror emanated from the mouths of those who had been manipulated.

The nobles finally realized that the target of the night's power was themselves.

but--

How could this be?

This was completely different from what they had expected.

What kind of hero would use such evil magic?! And even more so—so vengeful.

"Stop! Night. Czechfrid! Are you challenging the authority of the kingdom?!" Sonston exclaimed in shock and anger.

As king, how could he possibly stand by and watch Ye act so recklessly? This was a complete disregard for his dignity.

however--

Sorry, although he is named Night.Czechfrid this time, he is different from that kind-hearted dragon-slaying hero from the other world.

Since he is Siegfried in his twilight years, he prefers to be a capricious demon king and a hero driven by his own interests rather than a kind-hearted person who unconditionally helps others.

Who says that heroes have to remain silent and not fight back when they are insulted and slandered?

He takes action whenever he doesn't like something... and the force he applies is very subtle.

The flames are the fire of sin; the more sinful a person's soul is, the more intense the fire will be.

A person with a pure soul cannot even feel a slight burning sensation.