The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 97

The wind in the royal palace carried a murky and stifling taste. The wooden structures covered in white snow, even with elements serving as barriers, still appeared thoroughly decayed at first glance.

“Mavis,” the Pope’s elderly voice rang out, “I remember telling you before that your mission was to kill the king, not merely gravely wound him.”

Not far away on the ground, Mavis knelt on one knee. Hearing this, she casually defended herself. “That was the King of Amikbi we’re talking about. With all those resources in the royal treasury, if he had just a few life-saving alchemy equipment pieces on him, even you wouldn’t have been able to finish him in one strike.”

The Pope’s already imposing expression now appeared as fierce as a demon statue, completely losing any trace of elderly benevolence.

“So this is your excuse for never attempting a second assassination while he remained in his prolonged injured state?” The Pope pointed at the king lying unconscious on a bed not far away.

He looked down at Mavis and sneered, “Besides failing to complete your mission, what’s this situation with Godfrey spreading throughout the city? You’d better explain yourself.”

Mavis simply went from kneeling on one knee to sitting directly on the ground. She looked up at the Pope before her, whose face was covered in wrinkles yet still refused to show signs of age, feeling utterly nauseated.

“What’s there to explain? Shouldn’t you know the situation in the Inner City better than me? After all, I’ve always been handling matters related to the Dark Church. If you want to know what’s happening in the Inner City, shouldn’t you be asking Leirela?”

Mavis gave the Pope a mocking look.

However, she didn’t immediately pay the price for her words. At least according to the Pope, Mavis’s punishment came because, “Did I give you permission to look directly at me?”

“Ah—-”

The next second, Mavis couldn’t help but scream in agony.

The Pope watched coldly as the woman lay on the ground bleeding from seven orifices. His anger over the unexpected changes had been completely dispersed through this act.

Mavis, lying on the ground, felt her vision clouded by red. Every corner of her body transmitted a tearing pain, and red blood continued to flow from her eyes, nostrils, and ears.

The world spun, and the magnificent palace was distorted in her blood-stained vision.

The leverage Su Li had previously guessed about was less of a leverage and more of a natural defect in Mavis’s body.

Having affinity with two types of elements didn’t mean she was some rare genius. On the contrary, this peculiarity was more like a complicated condition that couldn’t be reconciled with existing methods.

The two forces normally maintained a delicate balance in Mavis’s body. However, if the Pope chose to activate the light elements he had planted in Mavis’s body since her childhood, that so-called balance would be instantly shattered.

The two inherently opposing elements would, at the moment their balance was destroyed, be like soldiers who suddenly discovered that their enemies had long since mixed among them.

The two elements warred against each other in hostile states, turning Mavis’s body into their battlefield.

It was comparable to planting countless bombs in her body and detonating them all at once.

Though Mavis was nearly unconscious from pain, she suddenly recalled herself sitting by Su Li’s window that day.

When faced with Su Li’s words then, Mavis had replied: “Talk about how to handle myself? I’ve never thought about such things.”

At least for half her life, she had never actively made choices.

A life arranged by others, no matter how much she moved, was still within a pre-drawn frame.

What was the point of handling herself?

Su Li’s fingers, which had been casually resting on the book on the table, unconsciously pressed down hard for a moment.

After releasing his grip, he replied: “Then don’t think about it. These things that you can’t figure out even if you think about them, just let me do the thinking.”

Now Mavis couldn’t help but wonder what Su Li would do.

However, no matter what he might do, her body would not have a future after enduring one or two more elemental chaos events.

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Three days after the Pope arrived at the palace, news finally spread that the king had awakened.

When this news spread throughout the city, Ophelia once again sent her knight subordinate with a new message.

That is – a king’s summon.

After the knight finished delivering the king’s verbal order, Su Li raised an eyebrow and said to Egbert beside him, “I thought it would take two more days for the king to wake up.”

“It must be because the Pope changed his plans temporarily,” Egbert pointed out. “Ophelia doesn’t have the ability to wake the king, and as for me, I was intentionally hiding my identity even before the Pope came to this city, let alone after he arrived.”

Therefore, the only one who could wake the king would be the Pope.

Egbert marveled internally that compared to his only now understanding this, Lord Su Li had likely considered the current situation when he wanted the king to wake up.

The only reason the Pope would save the king was to use the favor for leverage.

While Ophelia waited for the king to wake up to tell him the truth, the Pope’s purpose in wanting the king to wake up was naturally to let the king consciously feel his own powerlessness.

He would treat the king, but not completely.

In a world where strength was supreme, being unable to recover one’s power basically meant the king could no longer sit on the throne.

Therefore, the Pope would definitely abandon the plan to have the nobles push Xiao Zuo to the throne, and instead have the king directly support him.

With Ophelia having no one to trust or rely on, her emotional response when facing the Pope would certainly be no different from before.

This naturally carved into the Pope’s mind the concept that Ophelia was still under control.

As for the rumors in the city that Xiao Zuo was not the king’s child, no one knew better than the Pope that this was false information.

Who spread the information didn’t matter, anyway Ophelia hadn’t yet ascended to the throne.

Therefore, with the king unable to continue sitting in this position, it was perfectly natural for Xiao Zuo, the strongest among his children, to succeed to the throne.

Thus, in the Pope’s view, everything was still under control.

Little did he know that Su Li, who had secretly entered the palace that evening to meet the king, began his conversation with the king while bearing Ophelia’s label of “prophet.”

The man sitting on the golden throne was of indeterminate height, but his build was truly imposing.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, and when he spoke, his deep voice naturally possessed a suppressing force.

After being granted permission to sit, Su Li calmly sat down on a stool.

Until the king opened with: “Are you the prophet Ophelia invited from the Mercenary City?”

Su Li was stunned for a moment before firmly denying, “Of course not.”

When the king frowned, he added, “Regarding whether the ability of prophecy exists, I can say with certainty that I don’t have such an unscientific power.”

“And if you’re asking why I can know so much from my perspective, I can only say this is merely relative inference produced after neutralizing action logic.”

“Like how the Pope wanted to kill me, but now has saved me?” The king’s majestic face revealed no other meaning.

Fortunately, Su Li wasn’t the type to rely on reading facial expressions for conversation.

“Exactly, this is quite easy to understand, isn’t it?”

“If you had died directly in the assassination, then as Xiao Zuo is the Pope’s child, the Pope could naturally and reasonably use the point that your legal wife, the Holy Maiden’s child, is not fit to inherit the throne, to bring Xiao Zuo, this hidden son, into the open.”

“With Xiao Zuo’s personal absolute strength, plus the Pope only needing to maintain a grief-stricken appearance to declare that for Amikbi’s continuation, even though your marriage condition with the church during your lifetime was that the Holy Maiden’s child would be the first heir… he would not want to let a child incapable of bearing national responsibility sit on the throne, the result would only leave the possibility of Xiao Zuo ascending to the throne.”

Su Li also told the king, “By then, the Pope would gain not only higher prestige but also the victory of usurping the country.”

“At that time, your beloved princess whom you cherish would die to prevent her, who has the ability to inherit the throne, from becoming a threat to Xiao Zuo. And your other children would become victims in this conspiracy.”

The king’s aura grew increasingly obvious.

“All the possibilities you speak of are built on the premise of my death, yet now, I’m not only alive, but I can sit clearly before you.”

The king tried to suppress Su Li with his gaze, hoping to make him submit rather than dare to sit on the stool and look directly at his figure while speaking freely.

But this had no effect on Su Li.

For someone who might have already been cremated if not for his own efforts, no matter how much they tried to threaten or intimidate him, Su Li couldn’t feel it.

So he spoke even more calmly about the possibility of the king being alive.

“Assuming your princess doesn’t know the truth about Xiao Zuo’s bloodline, then now that you’ve suddenly awakened but can’t recover your peak strength, and instead have aftereffects due to serious injuries… do you really think you can continue to sit on the throne for long?”

“As far as I know, among the three grand dukes of Amikbi, one is your blood-related brother.”

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Su Li gave the king a meaningful look, then found the king’s expression looked even fiercer, appearing as if he wanted to eat someone.

Not believing he would be eaten, Su Li only cruelly revealed the truth: “Not wanting to hand over the position to a brother who once fell behind you, aren’t you only left with the choice of passing the position to your next generation?”

“With Ophelia not knowing the truth, as a princess, do you think she has any possibility of ascending to the throne?”

When Su Li said this, he felt as if Ophelia’s dagger-like stare was piercing his back.

“With Ophelia excluded, Xiao Zuo, being the strongest among your offspring, will still be the most powerful contender for the throne.”

“And you, knowing your injured strength cannot provide proper groundwork for your next generation, choosing a child who is strong enough, even if not clever enough, but has a high survival rate when facing danger due to their strength as the new king, has become the only choice.”

“Therefore, as you can see, whether you’re alive or dead makes no difference to the Pope.”

The king’s aura grew increasingly deep.

The snow-white scene outside made the palace interior appear even darker.

“Speculating about my heart like this, have you considered that I might not let you leave here?”

The suddenly rising killing intent made Egbert, who followed behind Su Li, look quite unpleasant.

Su Li was truly speechless.

At this point, was there any point in trying to suppress him?

So he simply looked directly into the king’s ice-blue pupils and said, “Don’t forget, for the Pope, whether you’re alive or dead doesn’t matter, and the fact that you’re still alive now is due to…”

“My guidance.” Su Li clearly emphasized the word “my.”

Su Li’s emerald pupils appeared even deeper in the dark palace interior, but when he raised his head, the king felt those eyes seemed to be glowing.

Not bright, but rather like the ghost-fire-like substance lighting up inside a long-dead skull.

No killing intent, no intimidation, but somehow it inexplicably made one’s back break out in cold sweat.

Su Li’s voice was unhurried as he looked up at the muscular man sitting on the golden throne, warning the king at just the right pace. “I can keep you alive now, so I can also at any time make you… unqualified to stay alive.”

In this city, everyone was as rotten as silt in stagnant water.

What good was the king?

If he were really good, how could the Pope scheme against him?

When the Holy Maiden married him, what exactly was his reason for not refusing?

Given the age difference between Qi and Xiao Zuo, Qi was only just conceived when Xiao Zuo was already born.

Looking further back in time, it basically meant that when the Holy Maiden married the king, Xiao Zuo had just been conceived by his mother.

Without the king knowing Ophelia’s true identity, his acceptance of the Holy Maiden’s marriage – if there wasn’t some thought of solidifying his position involved, Su Li would dare to go back to the inn and eat a raw live sheep.

Su Li glanced at the man who, angered by his tone, wanted to stand up from the throne, and calmly said, “Or do you think it would be better if you really died?”

Upon these words, Su Li saw the king sit firmly back on the golden throne.

He has a brain, but not much of one.

Su Li thought listlessly, if it weren’t for…

He wouldn’t bother continuing to discuss this information that everyone already knew with the king.

“You should make a decision now, whether to kill the Pope, or…”

Su Li stood up from the hard stool, again carefully adjusted the scarf on his face with his young hands, and with curved lips, slowly finished his unfinished words.

“–be killed by the Pope.”

All of Su Li’s expressions, eye contact, and body language were telling the king a fact he didn’t want to accept but had to acknowledge.

That is, this youth whom countless people had taken for a prophet didn’t care at all about his life or death.

Speechless fear enveloped the muscular man, and the king could only say in a dry voice, “I understand.”