Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"...Forget it, you can lead the way."

After all, idleness is idleness. Didn’t I come to this world just to kill time?

Albert stood up, his face covered by his helmet full of joy, but he still forced himself to keep his voice quiet, because if he lost his composure in front of the gods, it would be equivalent to losing the face of the person he swore allegiance to.

The Lion Knight took him left and right in the royal city. After passing through several secret passages, he came to an audience hall. Even the most picky person could not find anything wrong with it.

The walls made of brown wood are covered with complex patterns, outlined with gold lines. There is a huge relief on the ceiling, depicting the mythical scene of Gwen hunting a dragon with thunder and lightning. Eight pure white stone pillars support the hall.

The pillars are engraved with reliefs of flying dragons and knights fighting side by side. The floor is covered with a bright red carpet, with various patterns embroidered with silver thread.

Four chandeliers hang from the edge of the ceiling. Crystals, gems, gold and silver make up the chandeliers, and there is an eternal magical flame burning slowly.

But, there are no chairs here.

There wasn't even a table, let alone a window for lighting.

The Lion Knight exited the gate respectfully, without even daring to raise his head. He was even more like a servant than a knight.

The mage's voice echoed in the empty hall: "I have good attainments in illusion."

As his voice fell, the luxurious and splendid scene here began to gradually collapse. The reliefs on the ceiling became dilapidated and the stone pillars became decayed, making people wonder whether they would begin to collapse in the next second. The carpets even disappeared.

, leaving only something mixed with black and red spread wantonly on the ground.

As for the chandeliers... the magic flames are still burning in them, but after tearing off the disguise of illusion, all the gems on them are gone.

A man whose whole body was hidden under a black robe stood in front of the mage. He was sitting on a worn-out wooden chair. He was very thin. Only his pale chin was exposed on his face covered by the hood, and his lips were bloodless. Compared with

For the prince, he is more like a homeless man on the street.

"How...? Are you satisfied, Lord God? This is what I, Prince Lothric, Holy King of Lothric look like. Haha, are you disappointed? I am just a weak and useless person...

He is even a cripple who cannot walk."

Seemingly sensing the mage's slight disdain, he said mockingly.

"First, I am not a god. Second...your magic is very strange. Where did you learn it?"

The mage did not bluntly say that his disdain for him was not because he looked down upon his disability, but because of his magic.

"Are you really different from them all...and you didn't ask me why I didn't fulfill my mission?"

"Oh? Well, then why don't you fulfill your mission?"

Prince Lothric paused, as if he was at a loss: "...Because I have turned my back on the flame. Lord God, if you want to take my life, just do it."

He Shenyan stretched out his hand and summoned a chair. He Shi Shiran sat across from the mage, ignoring the huge figure getting closer and closer behind him. He said with some humor: "I have said it many times, I

Not a god. But everyone in Lothric seems to think I am. Can I know why?"

Prince Lothric pointed to the short staff that the mage was playing with: "Even gods can lie... Isn't the short staff in your hand proof of the power of the Shadow Sun?"

"What do you mean? This is just a gift."

"Haha, that's what you said..."

Prince Lothric raised his head, allowing the mage to see his complete face. There was nothing related to health visible on that pale and bloodless face, only illness, pain, disability and despair. He narrated in a low voice.

Author: "Although I am a prince, I have not been taken seriously since I was born..."

"I am the predetermined Fire King. Emma, ​​the officiant, raised me - she always told me how glorious it is to pass the fire. People even started calling me the Holy King. However, I have no friends.

There is no family affection. Even my own feelings are not taken seriously. I am just a tool to spread the flames."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the darkness behind the mage, and a huge figure crawled out of it. He was three times the size of Prince Lothrik, and even lying on the ground he looked like a giant: "...my brother,

Prince Lorien is regarded as a hero of the country. He conquered demons and made great achievements. He was welcomed back to his country as a hero, and he has everything."

"And I...I am just a victim who has been trapped in a room my whole life. I can't even walk and have to lie on the bed all the time. And all this is because I refuse to spread the fire. So,

Cursed."

He let out an ugly laugh, and Prince Lorien climbed up to his younger brother. He was wearing a burnt black eye-shielding crown, with long silver hair hanging loose, and in one hand he held a huge sword that looked like it was made of lava.

He gently patted his brother's shoulder with his other hand.

"But my brother...he is willing to bear the curse of fate and share my pain with me. Even if the price he pays for this is that he can't walk, can't even speak, and is blind like me."

Prince Lorian stretched out his hand, entrusted his younger brother and placed it behind his back. The giant sword in his right hand ignited the flames of chaos, and Prince Lothric's voice came from behind him: "...our destiny

Already integrated into one body, God, if you want me to spread the fire..."

The mage interrupted him: "Again, I am really not a god. Besides, if you don't want to spread fire, just don't spread it. What does it have to do with me?"

"...What?" Prince Lothric almost suspected that he had heard wrong. After all, flames were related to the rule of the gods. He had never thought that a god would say this.

"That's your choice. I always respect other people's free will. If you don't want to, then don't want to. What does it matter?"

Prince Lothric became excited instead: "No...no, this is wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"You, how could you do this?! You are a god!"

He Shenyan smiled: "You are really weird. You said you don't want to spread the fire. Do I have to force you? Besides, you'd better not ask me to say it again... I, really, am not a god.

.”

He spoke word by word, a red light flashed in his eyes. Prince Lorian's majestic body stiffened for a moment. He made a hoarse sound from his throat and patted Prince Lothric behind him.