The most important thing is that I have reached the level of demigod."

Salit's eyes lit up!

Climb to heaven!

Demi god!

Salit blurted out: "Sir! Isn't this a good thing!"

Mrak said while chewing a piece of beef:

"You're wrong, Salit.

Angels can tolerate a human-supremacist legend, but they cannot tolerate a human-supremacist demigod.

It's just a legend. No matter what ideas you have, it's just a small fuss.

If I am promoted to demigod, I will have the ability to truly threaten them.

Therefore, I must die.

Some time ago, Inheim, Ronis, and Roald kept targeting our family, which was a warning to me.

They were telling me I deserved to die."

Salit bit his lip and sat down uncomfortably.

Mrak continued: "They don't want to kill me. For a legend who has embarked on the road of being a demigod, the sin value of killing me is too high and the price to pay is also too high.

So they are forcing me to die.

Use my family and your lives to force me."

"Sir Sir! Please don't worry about us. We are all your subordinates or descendants, and we are all willing to die for you!

If it doesn’t work, we will rebel against Erathia!”

Salit pressed his hands on the table and stood up excitedly.

"Sit down, Salit, and don't spill the chicken soup."

Mrak used a big spoon to make a bowl of chicken soup, took a slow sip, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

“Delicious!

Salit, the fact that I am sitting here and telling you this means that I have made a decision.

I will weigh whether the life of the entire Mulak family or my own life is more important.

If you rebel, what will happen to your wife who is a powerful person in the castle? What will happen to your children?

Our Mulak family has developed too much, and our roots in Erathia are too deep."

Salit gritted his teeth:

“My wife can remarry, and my children can be reborn!

As long as you say a word, my lord, there is nothing I cannot give up!"

Mrak cut off a piece of steak and said:

"Salit, there is no need to discuss this issue.

Let you risk all your lives to fight a losing battle with me.

Or take you to wander away from Erathia.

Or even simply go to hell.

I have considered it all and given up.

It's not necessary, it's just my life after all.

Those roads are not good roads, and you will have a very hard time.

I have lived long enough and died well.

You all still have your own future.

When you return to Erathia, go find Her Majesty the Queen.

In this holy war, everything I did was to demonstrate the value of our Mulak family and tell those dog slaves enslaved by angels that you are very capable and valuable.

As long as you can fight hell, angels will not touch you.

Her Majesty the Queen will arrange your way out, and she will be your backer.

Nothing will change."

Mrak put the knife and fork into Salit's hand and said:

"Salit, I was once a death row prisoner.

It's just that he died now.

Death row inmates will be given a good meal in prison before they die.

No one makes arrangements for me, I make arrangements for myself.

After finishing this meal with me, we will withdraw our troops. On the way, I will explain some things to you.

Eat now, otherwise the food will get cold."

Salit's tears blurred his eyes, and through the blurred eyes, Salit looked at Sir Mrak's face.

His face is slightly chubby and his eyes are not big, but he is very energetic.

He was chewing a piece of rabbit meat with a calm expression, completely unlike a person on his deathbed.

At the peak of his life, he foresaw his own death.

But he did not have hysterical madness, but he also struggled at all costs, without despair, without fear, without fear.

Instead, he accepted all this calmly and arranged a future retreat for his subordinates and family.

He will wish to stay and eat his last meal in peace.

Salit felt that Sir Mrak did not deserve to die.

But everything that happened seemed to hint at the death date of Sir Mrak.

Even Kerrigan seemed to be cooperating with Erathia, adding glory to the last moments of Sir M'rak's life.

It was as if all hell was trying to help Sir Mrak die a decent death.

Salit was unable to change all this, so he could only vent the inexplicable emotions in his heart on the roast chicken on the dinner plate under Jazz's expectant gaze.

Salit ate the roasted chicken with big mouthfuls, but it tasted like wax. The more he ate, the more uncomfortable he became.

Sir Mulak took a bite of the smoked fish.

The smoked fish was very fragrant, and Sir Mulak felt that he had good taste and made the right purchase.

ps: I am finally satisfied with the change.
Chapter completed!