Friends, "friends" who treat each other with sincerity.
For a Lie Worm born from lies and living by deceit, it is an unreachable term.
Throughout the long years, Argongos deceived countless nobles or powerful beings with inherent bloodlines with its sweet words.
So of them showered it with lavish gifts, so ford bonds with it, and so even called it brother.
Yet Argongos was never swayed by any of this.
Until by chance, it t Doyle Devis.
This fellow with a sincere heart didn’t get along with it for a long ti.
But gradually, Argongos felt sothing strange, sothing it couldn’t describe, a kind of inexplicable irritation in its heart.
It couldn’t say it liked Doyle, let alone considered him a friend since he would occasionally rebuke it or even quarrel with it.
However, their souls, one human and one worm, were closer than so partners... though saying that feels a bit odd.
Therefore, even if intense argunts occasionally erupted, they would quickly return to normal, though their relationship was never truly harmonious...
All of this changed the mont Doyle was placed on the stake.
From the mont Argongos’s soul invaded Doyle Devis’s body.
It was passively eroding Doyle’s soul to replace it.
This was a preparation Argongos made from the beginning.
It never thought it would have a day of regret.
But that day ca so suddenly.
The Eclipse Organization Doyle belonged to was destroyed, and the Church forces put him on the stake...
With Doyle’s narration, Rogel seed to truly see that familiar square from the long-lost river of ti...
...
"The only thing that can save humanity itself is the Extraordinary Magic Potion..."
"Oh exalted God..."
"You are afraid."
The words echoed throughout the square.
Accompanied by the burning flas around Doyle, the scorching sensation quickly swept over his entire body.
However, after finishing his mont of glory, Doyle’s view was completely covered by the flas.
Yet he realized his pain seed to be gradually diminishing.
The surroundings beca clear from the blur.
It was the power of Argongos.
He, who escaped from the stake, closed his eyes with a sense of realization and smiled.
"Long-nosed worm, now my body is yours."
"Before I die, I hope to ask you to do sothing for ..."
The nickna ’Long-nosed worm’ naturally ca from Argongos being caught in a lie by Doyle.
Normally, it was a way to curse it.
But now, Doyle was smiling; he knew his old friend might no longer be the sa worm full of lies as before.
However, even at the last mont of Doyle’s life, Argongos still retorted sharply.
"Humph, you sure talk a lot, and you’re almost dead."
"Did those Church bastards knock you silly? After you’re dead, won’t the body still be mine?"
"But if you have so small wishes, just say it. If I’m in a good mood, I might consider spending my boring life on it..."
Argongos’s voice was disdainful.
The flas couldn’t kill Doyle.
As it was the body Argongos had chosen, it had a thousand ways to prevent the body from destruction.
After a mont of burning, Argongos used its power to swap the body with a corpse.
In other words, the one on the stake now was not Doyle.
However, he wasn’t far from death.
After all, the real cause of Doyle’s death was the demise of his soul.
Exactly, it should be said that the one who killed Doyle was Argongos.
But, in truth, this process still had so ti, which was what puzzled Argongos.
Doyle was not bothered by Argongos’s stubbornness; he began to recount his dying wish.
"I know you will surely use my body and appearance to tell many lies and deceive many people..."
"But I hope you don’t deceive kind-hearted people..."
"If you can, deceive those followers of the Church; their sins are difficult to wash away..."
"You don’t like that group of guys, right..."
Hearing this, Argongos instinctively wanted to express its displeasure, but for so reason, it held its tongue.
"... It’s just a request, though it’s unlikely to be realized."
Upon saying this, Doyle smiled.
His voice began to waver, sounding like a weak and powerless person.
"Oh right, one last thing..."
"I once asked you a question, I wonder if you rember it..."
At this point, he seed to sense he didn’t have much ti left, smiled, and skipped the topic.
But Argongos furrowed its brows.
It began to think, to recall.
Yet it never found the answer to this question, because the questions Doyle had asked it were too nurous to count, and its responses were mostly impromptu lies.
Until Doyle’s next words ca out.
"... I found the missing piece that was exiled from you... you should know where I buried it..."
Hearing this, Argongos was stunned for a mont.
Only then did it suddenly realize what question Doyle was referring to.
...
"Damn it, you long-nosed worm, when are you going to have a bit of conscience, and have so compassion like a normal person?"
Doyle cursed with furrowed brows in his mind.
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