เขาผู้ถูกเรียกว่า บุตรของแมมม่อน (RAW) EP.4 Part 1.6

Part 1.6

        Tears streamed from the prince’s wide-open eyes. The salty water stung the wounds on his face, but his heart throbbed even more. He was breathing hard, as if he were about to die. 

Metatron : Do you know why your body is so weak?

Metatron : It is because of your greed to hold what you cannot hold in a small vessel that is not yet large enough.

Metatron : Your body is weak because because your vessel is cracked.

        His voice was gentle, as if he was concerned and not blaming him.

        He gentle stroked the prince’s scarred cheek with his large hand.

Metatron : My brother… He’s gone. But I want to protect you if I can.

Metatron : If you never get this greedy again, tragedies like this won’t happen.

Metatron : For that… You’d better get away from everything in this world so that you can no longer be greedy for anything.

Metatron : I will protect you now. My poor nephew.

With those words, he rose from his seat, the huge shadow he had created completely enveloping the prince’s small body.

It was larger than the faint marks Mammon had left around the prince’s fallen body as he embraced his son as best he could.

Matatron : Drag him away.

        The white hands squeezed and lifted the prince’s body, which sagged like a doll from the guilt and remorse, and longing and grief foe his father that made it impossible to breathe.

        No one pointed out that he should have been treated with more dignity. That he deserved better.

        For it was all angels dragging the prince away.

                                The king is dead.