Lewd King's Bucket List-Chapter 62: Oh, What a Father Wouldn’t Do For His Sick Daughter?

Chapter 62: Oh, What a Father Wouldn’t Do For His Sick Daughter?

Ixion floated to the Nameless King’s laboratory. He drifted through the alloy-reinforced walls, appearing once again where the bodies for Project Miasma were being stored in liquid-filled glass vats.

’He found two others, it seems.’

Three of the tubes were much different than the rest, for their identifiers had been directly written on them.

One was the long-haired pale boy he’d seen the first time. On the glass in bold black ink was marked: Mias-001

Beside him, the two new ones were a woman and an older man. Just like the young boy, the two possessed souls that bordered on the ephemeral. Like one tug the wrong way, and they’d simply lose connection to their vessel.

On each of their tubes were markings reading: Mias-002; Mias-003

"Welcome, Ixion."

A deep, low voice growled from behind his soul.

’Argh! Fuck!’

As per usual, the Nameless King not only noticed him but seemed to have known he was coming. Ixion hadn’t even sensed the bastard because of the weird nature of his soul.

"To answer your question. I need much more time with my research, so I’ll need your help in about three years."

Of course.

’This asshole...’

The nameless man already knew Ixion wanted to ask when he’d need to help shatter the 1000 souls and sew them together.

In his soul form, yet to enter the man’s body, Ixion studied the dreadful thing that he was.

’He’s like a living wraith.’

Not like Ixion, who could be considered a true wraith.

The hollow man’s soul looked more like a shade of a human — a mere reflection of something long forgotten and lost.

"Are you not going to enter me? We can’t talk until you do. That’s why you’re here, right? You wanted to ask about Despair and Dia?"

’Whoa, whoa!’

Why did he have to say it like that?! 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

’Tch!’

Ixion shoved his soul into the Nameless King’s body and screamed:

’So! You did know where Despair was?! Why didn’t you tell me!’

The Nameless King sighed as he walked around the tubes, looking at the naked forms of his ’subjects.’

"First of all, I never said I didn’t know his location. Second, just because I know doesn’t mean I’m obligated to tell you."

Ixion bounced around in the near voided vessel.

’You piss me off to no end! How do you know everything?!’

The Nameless King shrugged.

"I don’t know everything. I only know what I know."

Ixion took control of the King and made him smush his own cheeks.

’Then how the hell did you know Dia by name? And that I wanted information about her?!’

Something Ixion only just came to desire.

The nameless man won control back over his body with ease, then said:

"We’ve had this discussion so many times. Please, just accept it."

Ixion rattled.

’Nope! Tell me!’

The King just shook his head while looking at Mias-001.

"Okay. I know because—"

Ixion, currently sharing senses with the nameless scientist, suddenly found himself sitting at a desk looking over blueprints.

’Huh.’

The man was speaking steadily, in rhythm, as if he had been for a few minutes.

"And that’s why. There, happy now?"

’What?!’

The man rolled his eyes and said:

"Accept it and forget it. Ask me what you want to know and be on your way. If I feel like answering, I will."

Ixion was quite annoyed.

Whenever he questioned the man like this, his mind would lapse in memory. Like it was filtering out forbidden knowledge. Then, when he’d eventually regain sense, he retained absolutely nothing!

He was half convinced the nameless man was doing it on purpose to be an asshole. Whenever he confronted him, it would happen again!

’Fine, fine! First, how old is Dia?’

"She told you the truth."

Ixion was near-furiated by the pretentious way the man spoke — as if her age were common knowledge.

He also couldn’t help but wonder why the guy, when he did tell him what he wanted to know, almost always did so in such roundabout ways.

Putting his annoyance aside, Ixion rattled on.

’Why did Despair call her a replica of the key? And what is the real reason he’s back in Catatran?’

The man picked up a screwdriver and began tightening the latch on a set of bracers.

"Can’t answer either. Next."

Ixion shook his soul, forcing the nameless man to drop the tool.

’Because you don’t know, or you don’t want to?’

The man leaned down to pick up the screwdriver, then replied:

"Who knows?"

’This guy is an asshole.’

"You know I can hear your thoughts right now, right?"

’Of course I do!’

The nameless man sighed and went back to his task as Ixion asked:

’What about Dia. Who is her mother?’

"Mother? What an interesting thing to call her. But, your assumption was correct, at least in the sense you meant."

’So, she is the child of Sloth and Despair.’

The king remained silent as he tinkered with the latch, nearly completing the skeleton of the Item.

’Hope. What’s he up to?’

"Quite the change in topic. Hope has moved in with the Succubi and fights alongside their new Queen."

Ixion pinballed in the man’s vessel again, nearly causing him to falter.

’The Succubi?! I didn’t strike him as that kind of man! How nefarious! I’m jealous.’

The man shook his head and sighed, obviously annoyed with the spectre.

Ixion asked:

’Project Arc... how much longer?’

The man craned his head up and looked over at an orb, allowing Ixion to see.

"I’ve successfully completed the prototype, but it can only house a weak soul. However, with that success, I’ll be able to create much stronger designs. All of which will be sustainable and able to remotely control a vessel."

’Wow! Impressive! To complete all this in the small amount of time we’ve been separated!’

"You’re starting to annoy me. Are you almost gone?"

’Of course, of course. But one last question, my dear nameless friend. How’s your daughter?’

The nameless king looked over at a mirror; his hollow eyes twitched, and his reflection distorted.

"Leave."