Gate: Thus the Sorcerous Kingdom Fought There

CHAPTER 41: The Tale of the Exile Prince [Part 2]

"And so, we left the inn, going to the discussed place." Beelzebub continued the tale.

"Oh! So exciting! It starts to build up! Wonder what will be the finish. It is like a spy story! It starts to build up slowly, and closing to the end, it will become more and more action-packed! I can't wait to see how it will turn out!" clapped Esdeath. She seemed genuinely excited, like a child listening to the grown-ups telling a tale.

"Yes, khm! Well, as I said, our meeting took place in an isolated place, a few hours later. One of the few places which the guards of my sister didn't follow her. Or rather, she found a way to keep them busy for a while."

"You met with her on the toilet?" Esdeath asked, deadpanned, scratching her head confused. Or, at least, she seemed to be confused. In the Supreme Beings case — more so in this exact Supreme Being's case — one can never know.

"Ho-How crass!" Piña's face went full red, turning her head away blushing. People of high status should not speak about such vulgar things, especially before others.

"Hmph! How childish!" Molt huffed, disgusted by this display and vulgarity of this person.

"You know the catchphrase, Molty! Where even the Emperor goes alone!"

She laughed, leaning back in her seat, wiping away a phantom tear.

"Ah! But surely, you can't understand. Your kind was always so hypocritical. No matter the place or time, they rarely change. Not even admitting they shit, piss, or obliging their biological needs like everyone else." the Supreme Being shook her head, offering a half-smile. Almost like she laughed but also cried on how nonsensical such a thing was.

"Nonetheless, I bet you make the biggest farts in your room, Molty. Ain't that right?" she giggled sultry, covering her mouth with the top of her fingers. "How naughty..."

"Yo-You! How dare...!?"

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Being offended by something everyone does really is nonsense if you ask me. It makes you an "assmouth." And assmouths we don't like. Asssmouths can get offended easily, and as such, can't enjoy small things. They can't learn from their mistakes out of their sheer pride and hypocrisy. Also, they usually live a much shorter life thanks to all that stress they could avoid if they could just ignore things instead of getting offended, and deal with their own business."

"As a godly being, as well a leader of your people, you should know what's appropriate and not, and not act like a child. A leader must always show an example for their people! A leader...!"

"As a "godly" being — as you call me — and a leader of my people. I do whatever I like and want. And not stress about the consequences that much." Esdeath crossed her arms and legs, raising her chin slightly — almost like she looked down on Molt.

"WhileI am in control, I determine what's appropriate or not. What's right, or not. While I am in control, I am justice! Anyone who disagrees with me can challenge me anytime and any place to take this privilege from me — as it was written in our constitution. In our nation, the strong rules, helping the weak to reach their full potential. Based on this, I await your challenge, Emperor Molt. We can do it here and now for all I care. I give you a blade that can potentially hurt me, I as well take a blade, and may the best swordsman win. If you defeat me, I'll even apologize and oblige your request. Well? Are you up to the task? Or chickening out?"

"Miserable brat! I..."

"Father! Don't..." Diabo pulled back his Father as he stood up — and was on to pull his sword out — trying to hold him back from doing anything reckless. He can't help but have goosebumps even thinking about Molt clashing with this girl!