Chapter 340
Chapter 340. The Holy Grail of Revenge (2)
The result of rock-paper-scissors was that all three people, including me, had paper.
After seeing the results, my father spoke quietly. "Youngest, if you pull that nonsense again next time, you’ll get hit."
At my father’s light threat, I surrendered with both hands raised. "Hahaha, was it too obvious?"
"Uh-huh-huh-huh, my grandson is smart. But this grandfather is serious." Grandfather also smiled, warming up lightly. It was very scary to see that smile.
All I had done was that I kept putting out scissors and changing it to paper at the end. Simply calculating the situation, if I kept playing scissors, my father and grandfather had no choice but to throw out a rock. That was because paper would lose to scissors, and I had to think about the possibility of the others using rocks.
Of course, they could have aimed for the next round by putting out a rock and paper respectively, but there wasn’t enough time for that. In addition, my father and grandfather would have thought I had given up on the game.
In other words, I had tried to take the win by influencing my father and grandfather to throw rocks in the ever-changing rock-paper-scissors, then changing from scissors to paper. However, the fact that their reaction speed was faster than I had expected resulted in paper for all three.
In fact, the reason why they had chosen paper, not scissors, was because I had changed it at the last moment. No matter how fast the two of them were, it was physically and reflexively faster to change from rock to paper than to scissors.
No matter how much I exceeded the limit, my mistake came from the fact that I was fundamentally a magician, and those two were martial artists. I just had to correct that mistake.
Now that this method wouldn’t work, I was thinking about what psychological trick to play next, when my grandfather spoke in a kind voice. "Come to think of it, if Grandson plays another trick, the winner won’t be decided, so let’s make Den take a loss for a foul."
"What?" I looked at my grandfather, flustered.
"That’s a good idea. Youngest, you default for a foul." My father agreed with my grandfather.
"No! How can you do that?!" I was dumbfounded.
But my grandfather comforted me and patted my shoulders. "You know we don’t have much time. And it’s two to one.”
"How can you play politics like this?” I complained, shocked. Even the minorities of the world deserve to be respected, so how could they suppress me like this? Where did my fair grandfather go?!
My father grabbed my shoulder. "The words of the chief are the law. If you don’t like it, you can be the chief. Since you surpassed the limit, I’ll give it to you anytime."
"I refuse. How could you try to slyly pass it on to me? Why didn’t you just come in last?” I replied firmly.
My father smacked his lips and said, openly disappointed, "Tch, I almost passed it on."
My grandfather smiled kindly and said, "Sometimes you have to cut things off boldly and firmly without being swept away by affection."
Grandfather’s words were very reasonable. However, I said, "I don’t think that’s something to say when playing rock-paper-scissors."
Grandfather smiled and nodded. "Huh-huh-huh, that’s true, too. Well, since it’s you, you should know that well, so my worry was for nothing. Such advice should be for Leisha or Gallahad.”
I gave up and sat down, leaning on the horns of the pet dragon.
"Okay then, son. Let’s come to a conclusion,” my grandfather said.
"Okay, I won’t go easy on you,” my father replied.
My father and grandfather put their hands together to prepare for rock-paper-scissors. Even while playing simple rock-paper-scissors, the two displayed an intense martial aura.
"If you don’t play, you lose. Rock-paper-scissors!"
Rock-paper-scissors, without my participation, turned into a pure physical fight. Their hands stretched out, undergoing countless changes.
At the same time, a fierce battle took place with the opposite hand to interfere with the opponent "making results."
My father’s punch went for my grandfather’s scissors, but my grandfather deflected my father’s attack with his other hand. Then, he went forward, aiming at my father’s wrist with a karate chop. Just then, my father grappled and blocked the attack.
‘If you don’t play, you lose.’’
My father and grandfather competed for tens or hundreds of battles in that short period of time to win using the implicit and absolute rule. In the end, both failed to make their opponents unable to play.
But it was decided in the end.
"Huh-huh-huh. Since I won, I’ll make the choice first. Do you have any complaints?" my grandfather asked.
In the final round of rock-paper-scissors, my grandfather’s scissors beat my father’s paper. While fighting with his other hand, my grandfather repeatedly engaged in psychological warfare with my father, and eventually my father lost the psychological battle.
If it were a life-threatening struggle, my father’s absolute instincts would have been superior, but in a peaceful confrontation, my grandfather’s schemes shone. Perhaps I could have won using psychological warfare, but my father lacked such knowledge.
"There’s nothing I can do." My father looked resentfully at his palm, as if he were truly angry about losing.
"But do we really need to go this far? We don’t even know where the right place is, anyway,” I asked because I found the situation so ridiculous.
My father and grandfather answered at the same time.
"In a match, one must always win."
"In a match, one must always win."
While they gave the same answer, my grandfather expressed pride in his victory, and my father’s hand shook in anger.
Come to think of it, "If you fight, win" was my family motto. It was a family motto that was in line with the villagers.
"Now, which spot should I choose?" my grandfather mused.
Even though we didn’t know which of the three places was the answer, if one was using the natural instincts of our family to pick, it was more likely that the first choice would be the answer. Even if the probability was high, it would be about 100 divided by 3, plus the remaining 1. Still, at the level of my father or grandfather, even one percent probability could not be ignored.
"Okay. I’ll go over there,” my grandfather said, setting his target.
My father stroked his chin. "Hmm, it’s subtle. Then I’ll go over there."
Obviously, whatever was chosen, it would always have a subtle feeling. According to our instincts, that meant all three places were important for summoning the Demon King.
"Then I’m going there,” I said. I was in last place, so I didn’t even get to pick.
I took a recovery potion and a special nourishing tonic out of my pocket space and threw them at my father and grandfather.
"Is this good for your health?" my father asked.
I nodded and said, "Well, I don’t think Father will need it, but we always have to prepare for the worst."
"Okay. I’ll use it well,” my father said, packing the potion into his pocket.
My grandfather chewed up and swallowed the tonic on the spot after receiving it. "Huh-huh, it’s nice. Then let’s meet after we smash everything."
"Yes."
"Yes."
My father and I answered at the same time and jumped from the pet dragon. The pet dragon flew straight ahead with my grandfather still on it and blew a Breath toward one of the targets in the distance.
"Wow, there’s a reason why it was on top of the great demons,” I remarked. The pet dragon’s Breath had the power to casually erase at least one city.
After witnessing that, I flew toward my target. When the battle began, we would naturally know who the winner was.
"Hmm?" From far away, in the direction of the empire, I suddenly felt the power of the Demon King. It was too far away, so I didn’t know for sure, but was it Valhalla?
Thinking about it, during breakfast, my grandfather said he had sent Flam there. If there were no variables, it would have been time for Hillis to start heading from Warrant to Valhalla.
If it were Hillis, she would feel it even from Warrant and stop, so I wasn’t worried, and Arwen was fine since she could teleport.
However, the righteous old man was on my mind. I hoped he wouldn’t get too nosy for no reason.
"Well, according to common sense, they’ll endure the damage and retreat their troops, dragging out the fight until they can deal with it with the Crow and Butterfly tribes,” I muttered. They wouldn’t do something reckless to reduce the damage, right?
Something didn’t feel right, but the priority was to destroy the Demon King worshipping church.
"Let’s start light. ‘The Symphony of Falling Stars! Stardust of Falling Star!’"
Without the need for a long incantation or an auxiliary tool such as the chirps, numerous rune words and magic circles appeared in the air, completing the spell. As I had exceeded the limit, magic equivalent to thirty great magicians immediately activated without an expedient like the mana stone of a great demon. A huge white pillar fell on my target from high in the sky.
"As expected, it was asking for too much,” I remarked. My magic penetrated the defensive magic circle that guarded the church without difficulty, but was blocked by a black lion-shaped demon.
-Krrrrrrrrrrr!
The huge wound on the lion-shaped demon’s body caused by my magic quickly healed. Still, it still seemed to feel pain and openly emitted killing intent mixed with black mana toward me.
"Oho, it’s not healing but regeneration, like the monster from the reverse world? It’s just like the angel-shaped gargoyle,” I remarked.
It was likely that the core was the Demon King itself. If so, there was no choice but to seal the Demon King again or kill the Demon King. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be bad to completely bind it and make it an experimental animal and by-product production plant forever.
-Piiaaaaak!
-Srrrrrr!
Behind the lion-shaped demon, a pterodactyl-shaped demon with feathers and a horned, snake-shaped demon appeared.
"Wow, three? It’s not going to be easy,” I said to myself. It seemed as if it’d be easy to catch one, but not three. In particular, it was even more difficult because I was on the offense with a time limit.
At that moment, likewise, I felt the energy of the Demon King’s family members in the direction where my father had gone. I wondered, "Are there three over there too?"
I felt the power of my great-grandfather in the direction where my grandfather had gone. It seemed my grandfather was the winner.
According to the records, there were seven of the Demon King’s family members. It was an expected tactic for my great-grandfather to guard the place where the ceremony would be carried out, while three demons each would hold down me and my father.
"Summon! Chirps, dragon tooth soldiers, stone statue golems!"
I took out as many forces as I could from my pocket space. More than 10,000 dragon tooth soldiers lined up around me, and the chirps moved actively according to my will.
"Destroy the enemy according to the will of your Master!" I commanded.
Led by their leader Percival, the nine knights guarded me while silently holding their weapons.
Numerous fanatics from the enemy church, who were strengthening the demons at the forefront with black mana, were also poised for battle.
An old madosa, who appeared to be the head of this branch of the Demon King worshipping church, climbed onto the demon and shouted solemnly, "Impudent! How dare you try to interfere with this sacred ceremony?!"
In response to him, I shouted while raising the sign for a mountain in sign language. "F**k blaming others! Your sacred ceremony is bullsh*t!”
"You, you! How dare you!" the medusa exclaimed.
I lifted my magic wand and shouted, "Shut up! We don’t have much time. All forces advance!"
At my cry, the dragon tooth soldiers began to charge atop their horses, their eye sockets burning with green fire. Subsequently, the golems also took a heavy step forward.
Unfortunately, the giant golems weren’t very durable because they had forcibly been patched up after being broken by the Space Specialist. However, the role of the golems lay in their overwhelming weight.
"Roll!" I exclaimed.
At my command, the golems began to throw themselves forward at once.