Chapter 921 Pablo The Malignant Spirit


    Pablo let out a soft chuckle, closing the book he''d just been reading. "Uriah, are you still trying to find


    out how to live forever?"


    He got to his feet, slowly making his way to Uriah. "But from looking at the other books you''ve got here,


    it seems like you want to be a god too!"


    Uriah could not stop shaking, but shouted, "Pablo, you''re dead! What are you still doing here? You


    don''t belong here, go back!"


    Pablo''s eyes shed mockingly, but he remained calm. "I can''t believe it… you killed my entire family,


    and ended up with a big happy family instead of getting your karma."


    "You want to be a god, too… ha."


    Pablo began tough, as if he had just thought of something funny. Hisughter grew and grew for a


    while, until it finally stopped abruptly.


    "Oh, my apologies," Pablo said, wiping at the tears in his eyes. "I couldn''t help it, it''s just so funny."


    Uriah felt a wave of humiliation was over him at once. How dare a mere spiritugh at him!


    "Are you ming me for this, Pablo?" Uriah began to calm himself down, reaching for something in his


    sleeve.


    Pablo pretended not to see the bell in his hand, his expression turning cold. "Shouldn''t I me you?"


    Uriah exined himself. "I had no choice! The king wanted you dead, so you had to die! You were


    asking for it, Pablo!"


    Pablo barked out augh. "How was I asking for it?"


    "Is it in the way I gave the kingdom all I could, trying my very best to find the emperor a magic pill for


    him to live forever?"


    "Is it in the way I helped the emperor ward off evil spirits and prayed for his safety? Did that anger


    him?"


    "Or did he not like that I built an altar to pray for fine weather through the kingdom?"


    He had always been loyal and honest, trying nothing but his best.


    He did not understand one bit why this had happened to him!


    "Uriah, I really, really don''t get it. Maybe you could exin it to me." Pablo looked at Uriah, earnestly


    asking for advice just like he had when he was still alive.


    Uriah stared back at the gentle, studious Pablo, and found that he could not find it in himself to attack


    him.


    He pulled a chair up and sat down, so that Uriah was right across from him.


    "You were never supposed to do any of that," Uriah said. "You prayed for fine weather for the emperor,


    yes— and you got everything you wanted everytime. The exact amount of wind, the exact amount of


    rain. Did you ever consider how His Majesty might feel?"


    "He would worry that you might be a god to the kingdom, putting him at your mercy. He never


    dared to disrespect you because of how powerful you were, for he feared deeply that you might pray on


    his downfall one day.,"


    Pablo was speechless.


    He scoffed mockingly. "Right."


    Uriah continued. "You were so good at warding off spirits, you were pretty much a ghost master. Yes,


    you helped keep the emperor safe from ghosts and evil spirits, but this did notfort the emperor one


    bit. What if you got an evil spirit to specifically harm him one day?"


    Pablo let out a strangeugh. "Oh, yes, that''s also right."


    Uriah said, "As for you praying for His Majesty''s safety, that''s even bigger of a deal. Those people who


    had always felt like they were forced to obey the emperor were now willingly obeying you… what do


    you think His Majesty would feel about that?"


    This was a man who had man and spirit in the palm of his hand.


    A man with skills enough to gain a country''s unanimous respect.


    He could be bigger than the mortal realm, but was still obedient to one person''s orders… how would


    that person feel?


    "So, you can''t me His Majesty for being afraid of you and wanting to kill you!" Uriah said.


    Pablo chuckled, beginning to p. "It really is you, Uriah. You''ve always exined things so well."


    He had finally understood why the emperor could not have him around. This was a rather good


    exnation, wasn''t it?


    "What about you, though? What''s your exnation?" Pablo was practically beaming from ear to ear. "Is


    it because I was overshadowing you so?"


    Uriah startled. Pablo had heard him say those words; he had been there ten years ago, during the fire.


    Seeing as there was nothing more he could hide, Uriah clenched his fists. "Yes… that''s exactly why!"


    Pablo looked at him, disappointed. "That''s it? Uriah, you''re always so boring. Can''t youe up with


    something new?"


    "If you did, maybe you would have just worked harder toe out of my shadow."


    Pablo and Uriah were both brilliant geniuses, and the former found it a shame that his friend did not


    have enough of a reason to offer him.


    No. Pablo refused to ept such a boring reason.


    Yet Uriah flew into a rage, banging a fist on the table as he roared, "Do you think I never thought about


    that?"


    "I was my father''s oldest son! You, on the other hand, were just a nobody farmer!"


    "I was born into a better family than you, I had better connections than you, I was destined for


    greatness! But you, you appeared and took my glory away from me!"


    He had alwayspared himself to Pablo, working with all his might to ovee him.


    But he never seeded.


    "You''ll never understand what it''s like to be outshined like that, and you''ll never understand the


    humiliation of a genius like me having to live in the shadow of a farmer!"


    "Pablo, how was I going to step up if you didn''t die? Nothing but the position of head minister would


    prove I was more sessful than you."


    "You had to die, you had to! Even the girl I''d been pining for since I was a kid only had eyes for you!


    How was I supposed to marry her if you didn''t die?"


    Pablo frowned. "Sylvia?"


    He didn''t feel a thing for her at all.


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    Uriah scoffed. "You didn''t like her back, but she only wanted you! She was so brokenhearted you didn''t


    want her, but you never even reciprocated her feelings in the slightest! Pablo, you don''t deserve her!"


    Pablo said, "...So?"


    Uriah said, "So after you died, I got to be head minister and marry her. That''s how the story''s


    supposed to end! The son of a farmer doesn''t deserve to be in a position of such power!"


    "You were the one anomaly out of a set of tightly-set rules. I was just putting everything back where it


    should belong."


    Pablo only found thisughable…


    "You call yourself a loyal civilian, but you abused your power as a person of authority."


    "You said you liked that girl, but married plenty more women after her. What is this, your ninth child?"


    "You called me your friend… but killed my entire family over a position in the pce with an evil


    scheme…"


    Pablo got closer and closer, reaching out and gripping Uriah by the neck. "You could''ve just killed me if


    you just wanted to be head minister!"


    "Why did you have to kill my parents? Nana? Reuben?"


    "Why!"


    Pablo''s nails grew at an rming speed, piercing into Uriah''s throat!


    "You''re so fake, Uriah. So two-faced. Why don''t I rip this face of yours off right now, hm?"


    "Hm? Why aren''t you saying anything?"


    Pablo smirked, shing a cruel smile…"


    "You killed my entire family, so as revenge… why don''t I kill yours too?"


    "That way… we''ll be even, how''s that?"


    Pablo''s razor-sharp nails pierced through Uriah''s throat, getting under the firstyer of skin before he


    gave a sharp tug—!


    Uriah''s pupils narrowed in fear, terror washing over him…