While the other Players were still fighting bloody battles in the stairwell rooms, Angora had finally arrived at the top of the tower under Vela's protection.
What greeted him was Pompey, whose body no longer resembled a human.
"You're finally here." Pompey was no longer as weak as he was after coughing blood in anger, and was instead staring calmly at Angora who had just arrived. "I knew you'd come!"
Angora saw his father's body in a corner. There was a gaping hole in his chest and he was almost dead, a condition that was basically no different from death for normal people in this world.
But as a Player, Angora could see that his father's yellow HP bar still had a little bit of HP left, even if it was slowly draining away.
Angora gave Vela a look, who nodded and took out a bottle of Coca-Cola from her little bag, before running to feed Horan.
Pompey did not seem to mind his brother's little tricks, and kept his gaze fixed on Angora.
"I've said it before. If you won't give me what belongs to me, I'll take it myself."
As he spoke, the black chunks of flesh and tentacles over Pompey's body slowly unfurled like a spiderweb of innards and veins, covering most of the room. It was as if a hunting beast had opened its maw and bared its terrible fangs.
Normal people would have been paralyzed with fear in the face of such a situation. Even Vela, a Player who had cleared dungeons many times, appeared as if she was facing a great foe. Angora, however, showed no fear, and simply stared at his brother who had lost most of his human form and almost all of his humanity with his usual gaze.
"Why! Why are you still looking at me like that! You should be afraid, begging me for mercy! Please beg me to let you go! "
Pompey's relaxed demeanor vanished under Angora's gaze, and he began to yell crazily again.
"I just think you're pathetic," Angora said slowly. "Always thinking that you're being persecuted, seeking a way to control everything, only to end up in such an ugly state."
"To be honest, I don't care what degree of enmity you have towards me, because I've never thought of having anything to do with you in the future." Angora's expression finally changed a little. He stared at the man with a hint of anger. "Father has always valued you and loved you with all his heart. Be it the title or the land, they're all yours. Why did you still attack him? "
"Because he doesn't give me anything important! Titles and fiefs are all in the bag as long as you have power! "Cecil roared at Angora." You know what I'm saying! At a time like this, there's no point in continuing to play the fool! "
"Is that what you want to say?"
Angora took out the letters that Edward stole from Pompey's room and threw them on the ground. "Father's letter to Count Ainsworth mentioned the 'treasure that the gods gave me', right?"
"Yes, that's it! It's too late for you to realize that hiding it won't work. I already know everything! "Pompey said smugly.
"Then don't you know what the 'treasure of the gods' he was talking about is?" Angora asked.
"Hmph, although I don't know what the treasure is, these letters were written by the old man to Ainswater when your dead mother of unknown identity appeared by his side. The treasure mentioned in the letters was most likely given to him by your dead mother," Pompey said hatefully. "He hid it from me for so many years, and you still dare to say that he loved me? He only loves you, you bastard — "
"The treasure that the gods gave him is you, fool!" Angora cut Pompey's resentful voice short. "Those letters are only part of his conversation with Count Ainsworth. Kinley had just been born, and father wanted her to be your fiancée so that you could inherit the title and enter the Empire! 'The treasure of the gods' is just a metaphor he used to show off to the count, a son he was so proud of! "
"Impossible … How did you know about that …"
"I happened to mention this in our conversation after dinner today. In order to prevent his political enemies from getting their hands on him, he had specially sent people to retrieve the letters from Ainsworth after his death. In the end, a few letters were left behind, and they were probably the ones that you managed to get your hands on."
Angora sneered at Pompey's disbelief. "Even if the letters are missing and the cause and effect are lost, it's easy to figure it out with a little thought. Only a fool who is stuck in a dead end would keep holding a grudge, even going as far as to kill his own father. "
"Impossible, impossible, impossible! If what you're saying is true, why didn't those lords realize it? They clearly believed that the treasure of the gods existed too! Something like that … "Pompey's terrifying body contorted at the unbelievable news, his expression becoming immeasurably savage.
"That 'lord' behind you isn't even human, is it? If they can't even understand human emotions, how could they understand what 'love' is! "
"You're lying! That's impossible! You're lying to me! "
Pompey stared at his hands that were now covered in flesh and green pus in a daze. "Why would I … for such a laughable reason …"
His wriggling flesh and tentacles also gradually calmed down.
But just as Angora thought that Pompey finally understood how wrong he was, Pompey's expression became savage once more.
"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! If you didn't exist in the first place! How could I have encountered such a thing! How dare you turn me into such a monster! I'll destroy everything you care about in front of you, and then torture you to death bit by bit! "
Angora's heart skipped a beat, realizing at once that Pompey had gone completely mad.
"Vela …"
Before he could warn Pompey, the girl who had just managed to drag Horan behind cover, caught off guard, had her upper body smashed by Pompey's massive flesh and died instantly!
"Hahahaha! My brother! Look at how you're feeling right now! "Cecil let out an ear-piercing laugh when he saw Angora's frozen expression.
"Pompey."
Angora's voice was immeasurably calm, but there was deep rage hidden beneath it. "There's only one reason for your defeat."
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