P.S: I JUST WANT AyhanISM TO BE LEGITIMATIZE. MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAA but now it's AYHANISM! HAHAHHAHAHAH! LET'S CREATE A CULT IN THIS SERIES! HAHAHAHHAHAH
Everything returned to normal after Yhan awoke. It is fortunate that divine powers will not harm him, but he must travel to the Denomination to meet Clopeh Sekka, a.k.a. Lophe Strass.
His name had changed, but he was still the same person and acted the same way... ugh... never mind. Let us just ignore him.
"Boo, why am I the only one who can not come?" Athy grumbles. She is free to come and go as she pleases from his Zircon palace, but he is not permitted to enter her Emerald Palace. He was called to the Church because of his current situation.
He was dressed in his most gaudy white clothes, embroidered with white gold threads and adorned with diamonds and other white jewels.
Hm. I can sell this. If Claude sends him to the cult, he should be prepared to flee.
"Hah," he sighed. Yhan frowned and turned to face his sister. Athy was sulking, but she was assisting him with his clothing.
"It'll be fine."
"I hope so."
"It will go well, now! Let us go!" Athy smiled again and kissed his cheeks.
As they exited his palace, she took his hand in hers. Choi Han smiled at him when he saw him. They made their way to the front, where Claude was supposed to be waiting.
He would never see him in gaudy galas, but looking at him in the same all-white-gaudy clothes, both he and Athy were awestruck by his beauty. He is definitely eye-catching.
But...
"Not with the tiddies?" Yhan asks his father the moment he steps outside his palace.
Claude appeared perplexed. He took a look at himself and then at his son.
*Slap.*
"Aw," he groaned after being smacked by his sister.
"Of course, there are not any tiddies today," Athy reminded him. He just shrugged and looked at the Emperor who had his hands offered to him.
"Now then! Take care!" Athy waves them goodbye.
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Athanasia knew there was something different about Ayhan and Claude now. They are getting closer, but it is a little awkward. Anyway, she likes how Ayhan looks at Claude and how Claude is currently treating them.
She had not heard their conversation and had no idea what had happened, but Claude had suddenly become a real father to them.
I am curious how he will treat us once Jennette arrives at the palace.
She paused and smiled at them.
"Noona."
"Hm?"
"Let us have dinner when we get back," Yhan says, taking Claude's offered hand.
"I am going to hang out around here for a while."
"Do not destroy my belongings."
"I think I should say that to you. Do not destroy the church, bruhder," she laughed as she waved them off.
That was actually an understatement. She overheard Yhan and his vassals threaten to destroy the church if they allowed him to stay. But she is confident that Claude would never let his baby boy, who can silence the nobleman with his mere presence, go to them.
.
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As soon, as they left the Imperial Palace, Yhan sat beside Claude. Claude took something from the side. He held a box and opened it. A gold crown. Claude wore a simple Wreath Crown and placed the Crown on his head.
"This is a little—"
"That is fine; it is your official Crown."
"Is this..."
"It is not the Crown Prince's Crown. If you were the Crown Prince, the Emperor should have conferred it in a formal ceremony." Claude pointed out. "Do you really not want to be Crown Prince?"
"No... I do not want to," Yhan said, looking at him.
"Why?"
"Are you happy?" Yhan asked. He recognized Alver Crossman's plight as the Emperor's. Even when he is a good monarch, the people around him, those who support him and those who oppose him, almost drive him to the corner. Even if they were successful, Alver Crossman was disappointed in his decision to resign.
Yes, he achieved his objective and earned the right to exist in that world, but...
That man stated that he felt he had wasted the majority of his life because of these people when he could have done it much more quickly. He was lonely while occupying that seat.
Claude encircled his arm around his shoulders. Yhan carefully looked at him.
"I guess I'm happy a bit."
Yhan knows that even when Claude is not a good father, he is still a good leader. The people around him might not like him and Athy, but they still have that loyalty pledged to the owner of the Crown.
"You and Athy deserve to be the Monarch." He was an outsider at first, and he had no right to rule over this world.
"You deserve it as well," Claude said. "You are the Emperor's son before you become someone else."
That is a shame. I used to be someone else before becoming your son.
But Ayhan did not say it aloud.
They made their way to the Church of Eternal Light. His ancient power, the Fire of Destructions, manifests itself in a variety of ways. However, this is the name under which he is the most powerful, as it is the only religion that exists alongside the Magic Tower and the Imperial Family.
The temple was just as solemn and sacred. In comparison to the Fire of Purification in another world, the priests here maintain proper decorum. They despised the fact that a child of the Imperial Family would become the next saint.
Furthermore, with the exception of the Magic Tower, the Church will lose more than half of its power. The Imperial Family would have a say in the denomination regardless of how hard they tried to oppose it.
I used to turn down the God of Death's offer, but now I am becoming a saint for the Scrooge.
[I'm currently rich right now.]
As they approached the gates, he looked up, and the rose gold flame became even brighter. When they arrived at the temple, Claude was the first to exit the carriage.
He sighed, which drew Claude's attention.
"Are you afraid?" he asked, looking at Claude, who seemed concerned about his well-being.
"Will you leave me here?" he honestly did not want to say in this kind of setting.
"I won't," Claude said, offering his hand and saying, "Come with me."
He took Claude's hand in his and soon had him in his arms. His arms instinctively wrap around his father's neck.
"You will not leave my arms until the end of the ceremony," Claude declared, "and they will not be able to take you away from me."
You are terrifying, but I really appreciate it. Claude appeared to be a good father at the moment.
They entered the temple, and all of the High Priests waiting for them bowed their heads slowly, as befitting the Imperial family. There were nobles present, but Ayhan likes how Grandpa Robane approached him and smiled.
Mr. White is also present, as are a few other nobles. Claude marched up to the altar, where a massive cauldron of rose-gold fire crackled as if welcoming someone.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me, but—"
The bone-chilling gaze made everyone shut up. Claude walked into the aisle and commanded, "Do what must be done. We're going back if it's a drag."
"Y, yes!"
The Bishop trembled and looked at him, saying, "Your Highness, please touch the fire."
Ayhan noticed Claude's icy stare at the priest. Despite this, he reached out and touched the flames.
[FINALLY! I MISSED YOU, CALE!!!!!!! NO NO! YOU'RE AYHAN NOW! WE GOTTA THROW SOME MONEY!!!!!]
The entire fire in the hall brightened to a crimson-gold color. The color became deeper and more intense, and—
After witnessing such a sight, a certain lunatic was on the verge of passing out.
"Daddy, may I have a few pennies?"
Claude turned to face him and Duke Robane. The duke presents him with a gold coin pouch.
"What are you going to do with the coins?" Claude inquired. He hands his son his spatial pocket, which contains millions of dollars in silver and gold.
"I am going to burn some money!" Ayhan said sheepishly, tossing some coins into the fire. The fires rage even more, and lava soon begins to flow from the cauldron. Lava suddenly appeared in front of Ayhan and Claude. Claude used some magic to float in the air. The officiating priests, as well as the entire denomination, were terrified.
In the center of the cauldron, the same golden pig sculpture was spinning in circles.
"Daddy," he called out to Claude, who was wearing a disgusting expression at the time.
"Hand over the rest of the money."
Claude blinked a few times before handing the magical bag to his son.
Ayhan gradually began to smile. It is similar to seeing a mischievous Claude.
It is the expression of someone saying that it is been a long time since he did something refreshing without causing harm to anyone.
"How are you going to proceed?"
"Showing off wealth as the best stress reliever! Ha... hahaha!"
It was strange to see Ayhan laughing like this, but it was nice to see. However, what Ayhan began to do was strange.
Clang, clang.
Ayhan threw a fistful of silver coins into the cauldron.
He just kept laughing like a lunatic.
"Hahahaha!"
Ayhan was not listening to Claude. Something strange began to happen at that point.
Ooooooooong.
They could hear a noise as the silver coins did not melt and began to rise to the surface of the lava, forming a fountain.
The previous owner of this ancient power was a greedy and wealthy warrior who still craved it.
"Hahahaha!"
As he continued to throw silver coins in front of him and into the lava, Ayhan laughed like a hero. A silver and gold money fountain was gradually taking shape.
The expression on Claude's face could not be drawn right now.
'This is bliss,' I think.
It was even better because it was paid for by someone else. He would never have another opportunity like this again.
"Yes, let us throw everything!"
Silver coins flew around as Ahyan grabbed handfuls and tossed them into the cauldron. He recalls vividly the last time he threw away money in this manner.
The bliss! The same thing he refers to as refreshing!
As he watched his own son, in his arms, throw his money around like there was no tomorrow while laughing like a lunatic, Claude became enraged. Yhan did not mind as he watched the silver coins float up to form a fountain in his honor.
The 'Fire of Destruction' could not be described as lava or fire. Because the fire was in a liquid state, it was more of a "liquid flame."
I have not felt this good in a long time! Oh, the smell of money!
It was because the owner of the ancient power was obsessed with money.
[Continue throwing money! This is why I have been missing you Cale!!!!!!!! ]
"Hahaha!"
Both Yhan and the ancient power were laughing. As they laughed, silver coins continued to fly into the lava.
He threw away golden coins this time!
"Hahahahahhahahahahahahahahha!"
Yhan could not stop laughing while watching this shitshow. Claude was perplexed, but he still had his son in his arms. He got chills just looking at him.
He should despise it.
He certainly shouldn't.
However, he enjoys the satisfying creepiness of this madness!
Soon after, a rose-gold coin appeared in front of them.
[Take it! Cale! This is my current medium in this world! I can still talk to you! My long-time best friend, I miss you! ]
He grabbed the rose-gold coin. More red vapor began to rise in the air and make its way toward him. A rose gold thunderbolt rained down from the sky as he gripped it tightly.
The thunderbolt's loud explosion caused all the priests to fall to their knees!
A saint! Finally, a saint has been born!
Siiiiiiizle-
As the silver coins vanished into silver vapor, a loud sizzle noise was heard.
Yhan smiled and looked at his father, who was looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"...Oh...what a glorious sight; I never expected to see something like this in my life, no, after death! Sob, oh, beautiful!"
Instead of looking at the Prince, they all turned to look at the white-haired, emerald-eyed Bishop who had survived the lava spill.
"With absolute faith, I will follow the path of someone greater than the gods."
Yhan suddenly felt all the world against him. He buried his head on his father's neck and cried, "He's scary!"
Claude looked at him and sigh.
"If he is already scary, what should I call you then?" Claude smirked, "Bloodcurdling?"
Yhan looked at his father and frowned. Claude smiled, amused by all of this lunacy.
"I have faith," Claude says as he slowly descends.
What the hell is this old man saying? Yhan simply continued his antics and decided to ignore them all.
As if he had not thrown money away like shit.
TBC