Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 537 The King

As the ships moved away from the port of Selphine and squeezed out of the encirclement of the homeland's warships, the faint scent of the adorable old orange cat gradually faded away completely...

...

The descendants of Usa finally left Os-Nargay, which was imprisoned by eternity, but there was no joy on the ship at this moment.

But there was no excessive sadness, only a long period of collective silence. In that silence, even the sea breeze seemed a bit noisy and annoying to Milo.

Later, it was De La Shaw who gave old Pinkerton a simple funeral prayer.

Although this guy was a heretic who adhered to the Golden Rule, he still murmured those eulogies from the church while administering old Pinkerton's funeral...

...

Without the Death Crystal's time-distorting effect, the wounds on Old Pinkerton instantly claimed its life, leaving it no chance to utter a final word.

Perhaps it had already made its last wishes clear during the two hundred years of its existence in Selophys, or perhaps its only wish in life was fulfilled the moment the ship left the port.

...

Old Pinkerton's aged body was burned to ashes.

To Milo's surprise, Arthur and his group of cats had no intention of taking the old chief's ashes back to Uthar; they seemed to have no concept of returning to one's roots.

Instead, they scattered Pinkerton's ashes into the sea on the spot.

This bears some resemblance to certain human funerals that Milo recalls, but the cats don't possess that complex, romantic mindset. Their reason for scattering Pinkerton's ashes into the sea was simply—

"The old chief said the fish in Port Serafis are delicious."

These are Arthur's original words.

"An irrefutable reason."

Milo shrugged.

...

The ship had not been out of the harbor for long.

Morgan's voice came from the bottom of the cabin—

"Come and see what I dug out of the crystal."

Having nothing to do, Milo was staring blankly at his only remaining right hand, waiting to see when he would return to the world of consciousness. Hearing the noise, he crawled into the bottom cabin.

Here, the original neatly arranged stone chests had been thrown into chaos by the previous battle at the harbor, and the death crystals inside had all been scattered, piling up into small mountains in the two corners on the left.

"We originally planned to rearrange the death crystals in the corner, as piling them all on one side would affect the ship's balance, but halfway through we discovered that there seemed to be a person buried inside."

Morgan habitually hopped onto Milo's shoulder.

Guided by it, Milo saw an elderly man buried in the Death Crystal, whose head was now the only part of his body visible.

The old man was unkempt, with messy long hair and beard, both stained with blood.

This person was none other than the king of Os-Nargay—Curance.

The legendary dreamer from the waking world was the king who created Os-Nargai on the ruins of a fallen kingdom, traversed the stars, and faced the ultimate void.

At this moment, they were buried in a great mess of death crystals.

These crystals were just mined. Although they hadn't yet been tainted by time and imbued with the power of curses, their razor-sharp edge alone was enough to kill. It's hard to imagine why King Kurans, who had been buried and "stirred" inside the crystals for so long, hadn't turned into mincemeat.

But it should be about right now.

Milo crouched down next to the head of old King Kurans.

He noticed that the man's breathing was extremely weak, and he looked like he might die at any moment.

...

From King Kurans' perspective, he could probably only look up at half of the obscured human face beneath the hood of Mirona's cloak.

Even so, he still recognized Milo.

And the very first thing he said was a line that Milo had just heard not long ago:

"Look what you've done..."

It might be a tacit understanding between those who are near death; Marston had said something similar before.

"Me?" Milo thought for a moment. "It seems I might have saved your life."

He looked with great interest at the old King Kurans's blood-soaked face.

Regardless of whether those bizarre legends are true or not, the fact that he could maintain a clear will while facing the true face of the Shadow Sequence's past at such close range is enough to demonstrate the extraordinary nature of Old King Kurans, especially considering that he is currently in an extremely weak and dying state. It's hard to imagine what kind of soul resides within this seemingly ordinary and aged body.

But let's look at it from another angle.

The moment the battle broke out at the port, all the bystanders scattered and fled in panic. Only this old man plunged headlong into the Death Crystal. His vulgar "money-grubbing" nature was no less impressive than his extraordinary qualities.

Therefore, the King Kurans in front of us always gives people the feeling of "a lucky old man who has just had a stroke of good fortune".

...

"You can't save me..."

King Kurans spoke haltingly.

His voice grew weaker and weaker, but his movements gradually became larger.

He squeezed his bloodied and mangled left hand out from the pile of crystals, enduring the sharp edges of the crystals cutting into his flesh, and stubbornly pointed his broken fingers at Milo's nose:
"Ah... Shadow summoned here... You don't actually think you're saving those poor souls in the forbidden zone, do you?... Foolish broccoli, you're accelerating their genocide..."

"Broccoli?" The shadowy figure paused for two seconds.

However, Kurans offered no further explanation, speaking almost to himself: "Don't be delusional. Those positions on Mount Kadas are not something you can shake. You've destroyed the last bit of space for the remnants to eke out a living..."

"You don't actually think that living in a place like the Forbidden Zone is some kind of divine mercy, do you?" Milo scoffed. He was now pretty sure that Kurans was just a decrepit old man who had been fooled and deceived by the gods.

"Pooh!"

Kurans was, after all, the king of Os-Nargay, and being looked down upon and mocked like this somewhat hurt his royal dignity. So he spat a mouthful of blood at Milo. However, Kurans didn't have enough lung capacity, and the blood only flew up a dozen centimeters before falling back onto his own face. But even so, it couldn't stop him from cursing and swearing at Milo:

“I could have…I could have given the survivors a chance to live, but you damned potato, you ruined everything…”

Milo selectively ignored the nonsensical words in Kurans's speech and said with a smile:

"It's hard to imagine that the guardians of the forbidden zone care so much about the continuation of the race of the remnants. I don't know if you've ever heard of an animal called a weasel. Oh, I mean, after so many things have happened, you, as the king, don't care about your own people at all, but are concerned about the remnants sealed by the gods in the forbidden zone... No wonder our ship has been sailing for so long and we haven't seen the warships of Serefis chasing after us."

The art of speaking in a sarcastic or unsettling tone is Milo's signature skill.

Kurans soon vomited another mouthful of blood.

"you……"

(End of this chapter)