CHAPTER 490: CHAPTER 424 LOGOS’S HOLY KING (TWO IN ONE)_2

It was precisely for this reason that he could discern that many scenes from the epic were merely hearsay, the excessive praises instilling fear. Nimirda, the King, was portrayed as a flawless ruler, while the people of Logos lived in reverence of the Holy King.

"God... is this your arrangement?"

Po Han murmured to himself.

Having been indoctrinated over the years, he no longer doubted the mission bestowed upon King Nimirda, even though the King Nimirda from the epic did not match the one he saw in reality; yet King Nimirda was still a King, a King with a given mission.

With continual adulation day and night, the people of Logos gradually became... incapable of losing such a King, incapable of losing their "King Dertulian," with King Nimirda merged into their beliefs and traditions as the Holy King.

"God... you have given them lands that so easily shape people... even the elves have been molded to learn to crawl..."

Po Han whispered to himself, audible only to him.

Over a hundred years had passed, and the hatreds of old had vanished into nothingness, replaced by a perplexing mire.

This Merfolk Envoy found himself swallowed up in this bewildering mire, not only unable to emerge from it but sinking deeper and deeper.

Those Exiles, who voluntarily followed King Nimirda, left their corrupt Nus behind and embarked on another journey to seek God, all for a new utopia.

As of now, that utopia remained unestablished.

Despite the Kingdom’s isolation from the world, being cut off from the outer world... does not always equate to a utopia.

After all, isn’t Hell also isolated from the outer world?

"Have they all forgotten?"

As a semi-Observer, Po Han could not see the truth beneath the fog.

"God... what exactly is the mission you have given to King Nimirda?"

Was all this a divine arrangement?

.........

Amidst the sounds of adulation, the New Code was firmly established.

The Holy King of the Logos Kingdom—Nimirda, people worshipped this supreme King, praising his emergence and God’s arrangement, as if under the absolute wise rule of this King, the Logos Kingdom was indeed the true utopia.

With the arrival of the New Code, another King was deposed.

In the initial building of the New Kingdom, King Nimirda followed the traditions passed down from King Dertulian set up dual Kings within the Kingdom. But as King Nimirda’s authority was endlessly elevated, the latter gradually became an optional spiritual symbol.

Now, this spiritual symbol was nullified by the New Code, and the entire populace of Logos, from the commoners to the Priests, acknowledged only one King—Nimirda.

The Exiles revered King Nimirda immensely. When he appeared in the streets, almost all Logos people would kneel down, chanting words of praise as if reciting Scriptures.

Po Han witnessed all this and documented it from another perspective.

After abolishing the dual monarchy, King Nimirda had a throne made of marble and wrapped in gold, and for his eldest son Rowley, a succession throne made of silkwood and sheathed in silver. He commanded the Priests to write epics concerning the eldest son, and similarly engraved his name in the Code.

King Nimirda held grand celebrations for the New Code, burdening the Logos people with heavy yokes of labor in the name of God, where the people served King Nimirda as they would serve God.

The celebrations were no longer celebrations but another form of labor.

Within the palace, Po Han did clerical work for King Nimirda and in his spare time, he recorded his observations from over a hundred years.

The hand of this once Merfolk Envoy trembled— he had aged, and the lifespan of the Merfolk was not as prolonged as that of the Logos people, being only half that of the elves.

On papyrus, every time Po Han put pen to paper, he considered his words carefully for a long time.

This was a history book... his own history book.

Since the ancient times, King Yarlessto had instructed the people to record history, to chronicle the greatness of God, thus giving birth to the "Book of Kings and Prophets." Henceforth, nearly every generation of Logos Kings compiled their historical records, though not considered Holy Scripture, still distinguished by their eloquent language and accurate recounting.

Po Han knew that King Nimirda would have his own history book, entirely composed of Priests striving to glorify his deeds, flattering his greatness.

It would be regarded by future generations as the official history of the Kingdom, indisputable and unquestionable.

Yet, Po Han felt that the words under his pen would be truer than the history described by the Priests.

Having spent nearly half the night, Merfolk Po Han wrote down three whole pages of papyrus, chronicling the major and minor events before and after the establishment of the New Code. In his writing, King Nimirda was not without flaws, this mission-bearer King showed his crafty and cunning side, acted decisively, ruthlessly, and without hesitation deposed the other King to a commoner, who mysteriously died in his own home days later.

"Great... King Nimirda... the Holy Monarch chosen by God..."

Facing the papyrus in his hands, Po Han whispered softly to himself.

As a semi-Observer, he clearly saw that this group of Exiles had not obtained the utopia they desired.

Amidst the continuous praise that followed the night, amidst the worship of the Holy King, everyone was repeatedly told they had received the grace of God.

The barren new world taught even the proud Elves to obey.

"God... what exactly is the mission you have entrusted to Nimirda?"

"Isn’t he just another King Dertulian?"

Countless confusion assaulted Po Han.

He sat down in the darkness, his head drooping, lost in a daze, a deep sense of powerlessness troubling him.

After a long while,

suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Po Han’s train of thought was interrupted. He sighed deeply, stood up, and opened the door.

Seeing the visitor, Merfolk Po Han quickly stepped back and then knelt on one knee.

"Prince Rowley... how come..."

The one who visited Po Han in the dead of night was the heir to the throne, Prince Rowley.

He was young, enthusiastic, filled with a sense of justice, possessed a resilient will like his father, and was also mild-mannered and approachable. He was not only deeply loved by his father but also highly praised among the common people.

Looking at Prince Rowley in front of him, Po Han was full of confusion.

He was unclear why the heir would visit at this hour of curfew.

"Please rise, Lord Po Han."

Prince Rowley spoke as he squeezed into the room with a torch.

Po Han stood up, again asking confusedly,

"Prince Rowley, it’s very late... why are you..."

Prince Rowley turned his head and said,

"Just call me Rowley."

However, he did not answer Po Han’s question but instead, using the light from the torch, looked at the papyrus on the desk.

Po Han was somewhat nervous but did not dare to stop him.

Skimming through the text on the papyrus, Rowley asked,

"Don’t you use lamps for writing? I saw no source of light before I came."

"Rowley... you know, we Merfolk live in the deep sea..."

Po Han explained this way.

Rowley touched the papyrus and whispered,

"I have heard from others that you are compiling a history book... and now it seems to be true.

Lord Po Han, the father you write about is different from the father the Priests write about..."

Merfolk Po Han was extremely nervous, his face freezing in a polite smile.

But soon, he breathed a sigh of relief.

All he heard Rowley say was,

"The father you write about is more real."

"Thank you for your praise,"

Po Han paused, then asked for the third time,

"So, what brings you here?"

At that moment, under the glow of the torch, Prince Rowley slowly turned his head, his voice carrying a faint trace of sorrow,

he slowly said,

"Po Han, my father... seems to have been bewitched."