Hours had passed since my conversation with Princess Julia.
Since then, countless thoughts had been running through my head, and I still couldn't answer her last question…
No matter how much I thought about it, I just didn't know. Our lives weren't the same, right?
She was a Swordborne Princess, and I was street trash and a rat nothing more than that.
"Yes, I think that's a pretty accurate comparison, hehe…"
As those words slipped out of my mouth, Morgos glanced at me, then immediately looked away.
A nerve twitched in my head, and the veins on my forehead bulged.
"Rahhhg— enough thinking already!!!"
I stretched my arms and yelled at that freak named Morgos.
"Hey, Morgos! You bastard, when the hell are we actually starting?"
Morgos ignored my attitude and calmly refined his answer.
"As soon as possible, my lord."
"That bastard!!"
I let out a breath and threw myself onto the bed.
To be honest, the tournament was tomorrow—so what the hell did "as soon as possible" even mean???
The matchups for tomorrow had already been announced.
And yes, honestly, I was confident I could beat the guy I was matched with.
An amateur knight… sure, he could put up a fight, but I'd win.
Thanks to Maver… whatever.
"My lord Yhazem, the time has come. I will teach you the first part of the technique.
Are you ready?"
"Of course I'm ready, idiot!"
"Ah, yes. Then let us begin, Moros!"
"Yhazem, don't forget—accept the pact and no matter what happens, do NOT do anything reckless."
"Yeah yeah, just start already."
I brushed off his warning, but he knew something was off.
Moros turned back into my copy, approached me, and touched my back.
Slowly, my eyes began to close.
"So we're starting again, huh."
And then they shut completely.
Everything was dark; nothing existed. It felt like I was floating in eternal emptiness.
"No matter what happens, don't lose focus."
Those were Moros's words.
If my will wavered, the darkness would consume me.
I continued walking through the void, silently and cautiously.
I was scared—shaking—and I closed my eyes…
With each step, the pressure on me grew heavier,
as if something huge and ancient was watching me from within the darkness.
And then that voice—
that ominous voice that tore through time and laws themselves…
The moment I heard it, I understood.
To it, I was nothing but an insect.
"Welcome, bearer Yhazem… possessor of the ancient cursed blood… the sinner named Yhazem."
The voice greeted me from the darkness.
I forced my eyes open—barely convincing my body to obey.
When I finally managed to see, it was there.
Staring directly at me, staring into my soul—
with two enormous, monstrous crimson eyes.
I took a deep breath, shook my head, and began to speak.
"Uhm… I'll keep this short. I want to make a pact with you… and I want to ask two questions."
The darkness slowly faded, and in an instant, the surroundings shifted—
transforming into a vast throne room that looked like it belonged to a royal family.
The hall was huge, with a heavy gothic aesthetic.
But the most striking thing was the throne—
a grand seat adorned with blades and steel.
And it wasn't empty.
Someone sat upon it.
Crimson eyes.
White hair flowing all the way to the floor.
He looked at me, opened his mouth, and commanded me to bow.
Even though I didn't want to, my body obeyed.
"Well then, young one… as the carrier of my blood, tell me your desire."
I locked my eyes onto him.
I couldn't afford to be afraid. Not now.
"I have two desires, my lord.
The first is to ask you two questions;
the second is to form a pact with you."
Silence filled the throne room until he moved his hand slightly.
I guessed that meant permission.
"…shit." I muttered under my breath.
I really wanted to get out of here as fast as possible.
"If that is so, I cannot refuse one of my bloodline.
Ask your questions—whether I answer is my choice.
As for the pact, that part is simple."
"Very well then, what are your questions, young one?"
He narrowed his crimson eyes—
looking at me as if he could kill me at any moment.
"If it's not disrespectful… just who exactly are you?"
"Who, huh… So I've been forgotten."
He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again.
"I am Morgoth—your forefather."
"My fore… wait—
MY FOREWHAT????"
It hit me like a bucket of ice water.
His words slapped me harder than I expected.
"Well then, child.
We don't have much time.
What is your second question?"
"My… my brother.
He fell into a coma because of a zombie demon.
How can I save him?"
"A demon, hm… so those pests still exist."
"If the demon lives—kill it.
If it's dead—there is nothing I can do for now.
Unfortunately… you are still far too weak."
Those words.
Those damn words.
"You are still too weak."
I grinned—deeply.
"In that case… how about we sign the pact?"
He stood up.
The room shook for a moment.
"…Very well.
I can form a pact with you.
But are you certain?"
"Yes…"
"Then simply close your eyes.
When you wake… you will have a new life."
"But you haven't told me the terms yet, Lord Morgoth."
"It is simple.
I will grant you power—
and you…
will become my sword."
I smirked. A sword, huh?
Didn't sound too bad.
"Fine. I accept!!"
"Rahhhhg—!"
A sudden roar tore out of me.
What the hell???
My eyes opened back in the real world.
Did I… succeed?
My thoughts were interrupted by that annoying voice.
"My lord Yhazem… you did it.
Congratulations.
You are now an Apostle ."
Guys sorry for being late again 🙏 ı dont have much time sorry again.