Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"...Well, you lead the way."

Anyway, I'm idle, I'm here to pass the time, haven't I?

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

The lion knight led him to turn left and right in the royal city. After passing through a few secret passages, he came to an audience hall. Even the most critical people would not be able to pick out any faults.

The walls of brown wood are full of intricate patterns, outlined with gold thread, and the ceiling is a huge relief depicting the mythical picture of Gwen hunting dragons with thunder and lightning. Eight white stone pillars support the hall, and the pillars are engraved with reliefs of flying dragons and knights fighting side by side. The floor is covered with a bright red carpet, embroidered with silver thread in various patterns.

Four chandeliers hang from the edge of the ceiling. Crystals, gems, gold and silver make up this chandelier, and the magic flame that never goes out is slowly burning.

However, there are no chairs here.

Not even a table, let alone a window for light.

The lion knight respectfully stepped out of the gate, he didn't dare to lift his head, he was even more like a servant than a knight.

The mage's voice echoed in the empty hall: "The attainment of illusion is good."

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 rotten, making people doubt whether it would begin to collapse in the next second. The carpet even disappeared, leaving only a mixture of black and red scattered on the ground.

As for the chandeliers... the magical flames still burn in them, but after the illusion disguise is removed, the gems on them are all gone.

A man who was completely hidden under a black robe stood in front of the mage. He was sitting on an old wooden chair and was very thin. The hooded face showed only a pale chin, and there was no blood on his lips. He's more like a street **** than a prince.

"How...? Are you satisfied, Lord God? This is what I, Prince Lothric, Holy King Lothric look like. Hehe, are you disappointed? I'm just a frail, useless person... Even a **** who can't walk."

It seems that he sensed a little disdain from the mage, he said mockingly.

"First, I'm not a god. Second... your magic is strange, where did you learn it?"

The mage did not bluntly say that his disdain for him was not to underestimate his disability, but to his spells.

"You're really different from them... why didn't you ask me why I didn't do my mission?"

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

Prince Lothric paused, he seemed a little overwhelmed: "...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 opposite the mage, ignoring the huge figure behind him who was getting closer and closer. He said amusedly, "I've said it many times, I'm not a god. But everyone in you Lothric seems to think I am. Do I know why?"

Prince Lothric pointed to the short staff that the mage was playing with: "Even if it is a god, it will lie... Isn't the short staff in your hand the proof of the power of the shadowy sun?"

"You say this? It's just a gift."

"Hehe, you say that's what it is..."

Prince Lothric looked up, allowing the wizard to see his full face. There was nothing in the pale and bloodless face that had anything to do with health, only sickness, pain, mutilation, and despair. He narrated in a low voice: "Although I am a prince, I have not been valued since I was born..."

"I was the appointed King of Salvation, and the priest Emma raised me—she kept telling me how glorious it was to spread fire, and people even started calling me the Holy King. But I had no friends, no Family. Even my own feelings are not valued. I am just a tool for spreading fire."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the darkness behind the mage, and a huge figure climbed out of it. Three times the size of Prince Lothric, he looked like a giant even on the ground: "...My brother, Prince Lorian, is regarded as a hero of the country, he slays demons and makes great achievements. Welcome back home as a hero, he has it all."

"And I... I'm just a victim of being trapped in a room all my life, I can't even walk, I need to lie on a sick bed all the time. And all of this is because I refuse to spread the fire. So, cursed."

He let out an unpleasant laugh, and Prince Lorian climbed up to his younger brother, who wore a charred black crown covering his eyes, his long silver hair scattered, and in one hand a huge sword made of lava. Gently patted his brother's shoulder with the other hand.

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

Prince Lorian stretched out his hand and entrusted his younger brother to his back. The great sword in his right hand ignited a chaotic flame, and Prince Lothric's voice came from behind him: "...our destinies have been united, god, if you want me to spread the fire.... .."

The mage interrupted him: "Again, I'm really not a god. Besides, if you don't want to spread the fire, don't spread it. What's with me?"

"...What?" Prince Lothric almost suspected that he had heard it wrong. After all, fire was related to the rule of the gods. He never thought that a **** would say such a thing.

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

Prince Lothric became excited: "No... no, that's not right!"

"What's wrong?"

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

He Shenyan smiled: "You are really strange. You said that you don't want to spread fire, so could I force you? Besides, you'd better not let me say it again... I, really, no, **** ."

He said word by word, the crimson light flashed in his eyes, Prince Lorian's stalwart body stiffened for a while, he made a hoarse sound from his throat, and patted Prince Lorian behind him.