Gusion had asked for a favor. Furthermore, his request was for Yong-Ho to have a conversation with Kaiwan.
It was a suspicious question. Wasnât it Gusion who prevented him from having even a short conversation with Kaiwan in the first place.
Facing Yong-Hoâs suspicious gaze, Gusion cleared his throat as if he was hiding something. Yong-Ho continued to stare at him with his arms crossed.
In the end, it was Gusion who spoke first.
âTime doesnât flow naturally here.â
âIâd heard such from Aamon. Time doesnât stop, but it doesnât flow normally, does it?â
For over a thousand years, that was the secret why spirits in the arena were able to stay alive.
It was no exaggeration to say that the arena was another world that existed within Mammonâs dungeon.
Gusion nodded.
âYes. When youâre here, you canât really feel the passage of time. One year is like a single minute, while one minute is like an entire year. Iâve spent at least a thousand years here. But my senses donât remember the past years as a thousand years. Sometimes it just feels like a year has past, while other times it just feels like a few days. This space is such a place.â
Yong-Ho was able to empathize to some extent. When he was in the arena, he couldnât really grasp the flow of time either. He had originally thought he had stayed for more than half a day during his last visit, but when he came out, it ended up being only two hours.
But what connection was there between the nature of the arena and Kaiwan.
Gusion pursed his lips. He then cut off his remaining hesitation and spoke.
âKaiwanâs spirit is on the verge of collapse.â
Gusion wasnât joking. His eyes were as serious as the time when he was telling the story of Mammon.
âI told you when you first came, didnât I? It has been decades since Kaiwanâs disappearance.â
Yong-Ho also remembered that time. Kaiwanâs pale face came to his mind.
âI donât know how time passes in this space, but⊠we canât fool the absolute nature of time. No matter how we feel in this arena, time is still flowing.â
Gusionâs voice sank heavily. It wasnât just the decades of Kaiwan. Gusionâs voice contained a thousand years following the death of Mammon.
âKaiwan was in a poor condition from the beginning. She couldnât accept the reality that she had to stay in the arena. She had to leave so many things behind.â
The House of Mammon had only just begun to rise again.
There were her faithful subordinates, and there was also her sickly younger brother waiting for her return.
Kaiwan wasnât unique. The previous generations before Kaiwan, had all eventually been defeated and locked up inside the arena, they too had to leave behind many things.
But Yong-Ho could understand Kaiwanâs heart. He understood why she had such a strong obsession.
The previous generations of owners were better off. The Mammon family was still alive and well developed, and they were proper successors. Unlike Kaiwan.
Kaiwan would not have been devastated by her inability to leave the arena.
It was clear that she was more concerned for her brother, who would not be able to make it without her, and who would remain alone within the House of Mammon.
âKaiwan maintained herself through sheer belief. All she had left was her faith.â
Yong-Ho understood. He remembered the questions she asked that day when he first met her. She spoke out unknowingly.
âBrother⊠Will you come to the arena?â
âEven if its just a descendant.â
Yong-Ho closed his eyes. Gusionâs voice went on.
âVisitors to the arena must be challenged at least once. But if youâre with a companion, it doesnât matter which one of you accepts the challenge. Kaiwan pinned her hopes on that point. She said that there was a strong subordinate that could easily pass the first floor. What was his name, Endelyon?â
It was a wish that could not be fulfilled.
Opheliaâs father, Endelyon, was disappointed by Cayenne and left the Mammon family without him.
Furthermore, Cayenne was unable to overcome the sudden attack of the Crazy Ants. The only passageway to the arena had been lost.
âThatâs how time passed. Decades in absolute terms. But for Kaiwan, that time seemed like hundreds of years.â
Kaiwan, described in Cayenneâs records, was a woman of steel.
But the Kaiwan that Yong-Ho encountered at the arena was like a piece of fractured glass ready to break.
âAnd then you appeared.â
Yong-Ho opened his eyes. Gusion faced him.
âI had a hunch. Youâre not the one that Kaiwan wanted. There was even the possibility that you would provide the worst possible answer in Kaiwanâs imagination.â
âIs that why you interrupted?â
Gusion laughed bitterly.
âI am the manager of the arena. Kaiwan is a fighter of the arena, and is among my favorites of Mammonâs descendants.â
In the end, it was Gusion who was the righteous one at that time. Yong-Ho sighed. He was as crude and clumsy as he had always been.
Gusion continued.
âKaiwan is no longer able to sustain herself just through belief, as she used to. All because you appeared with the truth. You know of what happened with Cayenne, perhaps you might be able to bring him.â
Kaiwanâs mind was sick. And finally, her limits had been reached.
Yong-Ho clenched his teeth. He now understood why Gusion had interfered.
Was it reasonable to let Kaiwan know about her brotherâs death and the fall of the Mammon family?
Gusion had judged that now the time had come. She had to face the truth, even if it were to break her.
Yong-Ho swallowed dry saliva. Catalina remained silent, and even held her breath.
âKaiwanâs brother, Cayenne, died of illness.â
Yong-Ho squeezed out his voice. He confided all he knew to Gusion, as if he was performing a rehearsal.
It was a panorama of tragedy. Gusion lamented the fact that the former owner had committed suicide.
âThatâs the worst.â
Yong-Ho thought so as well. Just imagining how Kaiwan would react to the news was horrible.
âBut thereâs also a positive aspect.â
Gusion said. It wasnât something that he said casually. His voice was still subdued, but it was calm.
âKaiwanâs brother, Cayenne, became the owner of the Mammon family, married and even had children. He allowed the House of Mammon to continue on.
It was an ordinary tale. But it was important that such mediocrity was achieved.
Gusion laughed bitterly. He rubbed his lips a few times and then dropped his hands.
âSave Kaiwan. Itâs now time for her to get rid of her obsession.â
No answer was necessary. Gusion stepped back, and the man with the beast mask led Yong-Ho again. Yong-Ho ordered Catalina not to follow him.
As Gusion has said, he couldnât really feel the flow of time. Just a few steps felt like an age.
The man with the beast mask led Yong-Ho to the arenaâs waiting room. In the waiting room, Kaiwan sat on a chair with a nervous expression on her face. Her eyes, visible between her grey hair, were filled with anxiety and fear, rather than hope.
Kaiwan looked up and saw Yong-Ho. She opened her lips but couldnât speak. Her hunger for the truth was so great that it was difficult for her to squeeze out her voice.
Yong-Ho remembered the first time he saw Kaiwan. Some of her memories were left inside her mana. A small and shabby girl. A girl who cried and cried that she would never fall.
Yong-Ho swallowed his saliva once again. Without avoiding her gaze, he faced her from the front. He spoke in a surprisingly bold voice.
âKaiwan, Cayenne is dead.â It happened a decade or so ago.â
There were no screams or howls.
Yong-Ho grabbed both of Kaiwanâs shoulders. He told her a story that made her feel like she would be crushed into ashes.
***
The word âtiredâ was insufficient to express how he felt.
Gusion smiled at Yong-Ho, who had now left the waiting room and returned to the arena. He patted Yong-Hoâs shoulder, as if pretending to be friendly.
âYouâve done enough. Now itâs her problem. As the manager of the arena, I give you my utmost gratitude.â
Yong-Ho recalled the Gusion he saw in Mammonâs memory. This incident was proof that Gusion was a sincere person.
After hearing the full story, Kaiwan fell asleep crying in Yong-Hoâs arms. What happened after she woke up was, as Gusion said, her own problem.
Yong-Ho sat down on the nearest chair. He then asked Gusion, who naturally sat down next to him.
âDidnât you say that conquering the arena would free the arenaâs spirits?â
âI said that you could earn the spirits. Well, in the end its the same anyway. AndâŠâ
âAnd?â
âNo, thatâs enough. Iâll keep that a secret. So, are you going to challenge the fourth floor now?â
Yong-Ho laughed. Gusion hated that it made him somehow feel like a villain.
Yong-Ho shook his head a few times, pulled something out and then spoke.
âBefore that, thereâs something I would like to ask you. Aamon, the same goes for you. I want to know the identity of this metal.â
In Yong-Hoâs hand was a piece of the crown. Gusion saw it and smiled a little differently than before. Instead of taking the metal from Yong-Hoâs hand, he asked Yong-Ho a question he didnât expect.
âIs that all of it?â
âNo, Iâve got my blacksmith making some jewelry to give to some of my spirits.â
He had originally intended to explain what the metal could do. Aamon was watching from the side, but not Gusion.
However, Gusionâs reaction made his thoughts disappear.
âYou were right. He really is Mammonâs true successor. Isnât that right. Aamon?â
As if to answer Gusion, the flames of a red lotus rose into the air. A soft voice accompanied the flames.
[Brigada. Godâs metal. Fragments of the true Kingâs flesh. It responds to the fragments of the soul.]
Instead of offering an explanation like Aamon, Gusion rolled up his sleeves. A black bracelet, hidden under his white suite, was revealed.
Yong-Ho wouldnât have known if he had seen it before. But now he knew. It was the same metal that made up the crown.
âItâs something I received from Mammon. He was the first person in the demon world to discover its use in this way, just like you. All of us except for Aamon⊠he gave to the 12 Spirits of Mammon, jewelry made out of Brigada.
It was a voice full of sadness and deep longing. However, Yong-Ho couldnât respond to Gusion. He wasnât surprised by the great tale of the true Demon King, or the mysterious fragments of the flesh. When he heard Gusionâs story, a question came to his mind.
Gusion said that Mammon was the first one to use âBrigadaâ in this way.
Did that mean that kings before Mammonâs era failed to recognize the true nature of Brigada? Or was Brigada only discovered during Mammonâs time?
Perhaps it was neither.
Yong-Ho came up with one possibility.
The 12 Spirits of Mammon.
Even after Mammonâs death, they were subjugated to the Maze of Greed.
Gusion knew what Yong-Ho was thinking. Once again, he burst out laughing. He gave Yong-Ho a good answer.
âYes, the 12 Spirits of Mammon. We are the first true dungeon spirits of the demon world. The current system of dungeon spirits is nothing more than an imitation of the original created by Mammon.
The flames of the red lotus rose up. Aamonâs voice echoed in Yong-Hoâs mind.
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[My young master. I can now draw out the power of Greed.]
[For generations, the kings who ruled this world were those who possessed the power of sin. And, now itâs time to learn why.]
Light shone from the Brigada in Yong-Hoâs palm. The green flames of Greed arose through the guidance of Aamon and Gusion.
The true power of the Seven Deadly Sins, revealed itself.