episode_0309

Gooo—–.

A place reached after a long period of floating.

Crack. I stepped into a rainbow-colored swamp, but the place I stepped on was solid ground.

I’m glad I landed safely. Yoru, who had developed a fear of heights due to falling from a high place in the past, breathed a sigh of relief.

But relief soon turns into caution.

“…Where is this?”

Yoru looked at the scenery with wide-open eyes.

On a misty riverbank, there is a cliff stretching out above it as if swallowing the sky.

There were many places on the continent that could be called unexplored and many canyons shrouded in fog, but here I felt a sense of longing that was different from any other place.

Changhyesan Mountain.

It was the hometown where Yoru was born and raised before it was flooded with demonic beasts.

“Wow.”

Siron looked at the cliff with an expression of boredom. After passing through the colorful swamp, I headed to a place where I could feel the energy of the Apostle.

4 Although the apostles are imperfect, they are the creators of the world. Of course, he had the appropriate power, and he could have used the trick of ‘connecting’ the destination into lava or a thundercloud full of lightning, but

Ironically, the place Sado chose was Yoru’s hometown.

Unlike the original world, the gaijin did not die and the empire did not choose to open its borders.

Approximately 10 years have passed since then.

The future Yoru was given the fancy title of ‘fighter’ instead of ‘nigger’, and his achievements in martial arts were so great that he rose to the ranks of the strongest.

[Are you saying this move was intended to divide the warrior and the nigger?]

‘I think I want to try all the moves I have on hand. There may not be such intention at all.’

[Wow!]

A spark bloomed in Latera’s positive and bright heart.

I expected the way he wrote to be dirty, perhaps because he was an apostle representing the god of denial and disgust, but it was so mean and treacherous that it made my teeth tremble, and my head throbbed.

[This is so childish! Do you really think that’s possible? How good is the relationship between the warrior and the nigger!]

‘…You’re right.’

Siron was taken aback by the remark without hesitation, calling him a nigger, but eventually nodded.

‘How much Yoru likes me.’

Their first meeting was as an enemy, and many unfortunate incidents occurred afterward, but Siron was now confident that Yoru was a proper comrade.

Aren’t there other people who are this obedient?

Wow-

Shiron grabbed Yoru’s buttocks as if showing off. Yoru’s eyes widened at the sudden harassment.

“Why are you touching my butt?”

“I’m doing this to show the relationship between us. You and I get along so well that none of your tricks work~ Like this.”

“…Is anyone even watching?”

Yoru asked a question while being conscious of his clinging hand.

The ominous energy emanating from the air sent away the shame that comes from trivial harassment. Compared to the harassment at my father’s grave… I can get over this without worrying about it.

Moreover, Siron is quite good at it compared to Lucia or Siriel. After the incident is over, he doesn’t hit or say harsh words like profanity.

Accustomed to being treated harshly, she suddenly turned her attention to the energy she felt.

“I feel something? There are two very strong energies.”

“One is your future self and the other is your not yet dead father.”

“…If my father is alive, does that mean my future self still harbors bugs?”

“There may be cases where it does not contain bugs.”

“What are you talking about?”

“All kinds of situations can arise.”

Siron comforted Yoru, who was giving off a scary aura. It was admirable to harbor hostility, and it was admirable not to have the heart to betray, but it was not appropriate to get excited about an enemy you could immediately see.

This means that a broad perspective is needed.

This is a space created by the Apostle, and can be changed by the power at any time.

Fighting the future Yoru, who is as hostile to Siron as the future Lucia, is a planned procedure, but you never know when and where an ambush may appear.

“She may appear as a reliable ally like future Seira. You may feel guilty and it may confuse your mind. Then, suddenly, a knife may be stabbed in the back.”

“…I feel uncomfortable.”

“So, keep your head straight. It is nothing for an apostle to use every possible tactic to exclude outside intruders.”

The apostle does not have a human heart.

So, the person you are dealing with also needs to clear your mind to some extent.

Siron took a deep breath and looked back.

Future Seira arrived just in time and waved with a smile.

Seira’s face did not smile.

“Can I help you?”

“Phew… It’s okay. Don’t worry about me, just help your student.”

Future Seira sighed heavily as Shiron turned around.

And I desperately held on to my dazed mind. Perhaps because it was in a place where the apostle’s influence was strong, it seemed like more magic power had to be poured into it than had been calculated.

The mind is already completely under control. What is problematic is the stress from outside that threatens to crush her form.

Future Seira concentrated her mind and reconstructed the technique.

Several layers of membranes are already twisted and a new technique is added.

At that moment. Hexagonal grains were added to the shield in a spiral pattern. Future Seira looked back in shock.

Seira was adding a new technique.

Breathing became easier. Future Seira smiled sheepishly.

“Ahaha. I’m sorry about something.”

“If you’re having a hard time, the kid can’t concentrate on the fight. And, if you turn into an enemy, that’s even more of a problem.”

“…That won’t happen. I’ve already prepared for that.“

Future Seira waved the scroll with a despondent gesture.

“If you can’t bear it, just escape outside.”

“It is a space ruled by an apostle. Is it that easy?”

“I prepared just for this day. It’s natural to think about all possible scenarios and prepare, right?”

“Yes, you are amazing.”

Seira shuddered as if she was fed up.

‘How much do you like that kid?’

Although Seira had never felt the emotion of love throughout her long life, the symptoms of another person in front of her were reaching the realm of the incomprehensible.

They jump into limbs where their bodies are collapsing, and prepare countless moves to prepare for any possible situation.

He was probably under mental control by the apostle, preventing any possibility of betrayal.

‘The kid probably already knows. So, I guess he told me to stop Lucia with Lucia.’

Seira’s eyes narrowed. The insight penetrating the essence focused on the chest hidden beneath the robe, the hundreds of rings resting on the heart.

Separation of the soul. Reconstruction of the soul. Corruption. pollution. A shield that blocks out uncleanness.

Rest. A string connected from the heart is connected in a cloud of light.

Although it wasn’t accurate since it was only looked at for a short period of time, Seira understood that it was a dangerous magic.

*

The group went straight ahead. Not a place full of energy, but in a slightly different direction.

However, as if being guided by a strange force, an enormous energy was once again flowing in the direction I was heading to.

‘Is there no option not to fight?’

Yoru erased his unpleasant feelings and followed Shiron.

I didn’t know what an apostle was, but I felt like I knew that it was an annoying being.

And even the fact that it is quite irrational.

Trup-

Yoru’s steps suddenly faltered. This is because the smell of blood suddenly came out of the fog.

Something is happening up front. I heard a loud noise and a scream, so it seemed like something was happening.

‘no way…’

Yoru controlled his anxiety and hurried his steps.

A shocking scene comes into view.

A red path was created as if to welcome the group. It’s a bloody road.

People dressed in Sileiian clothing were prostrating with their chests open.

Needless to say, they are already corpses.

“You’re using all kinds of tricks…”

Seira frowned quietly. It is common to show excessive brutality in order to demoralize the enemy. Cutting off the heads of prisoners and putting them on display to convey a message of warning.

However, no matter how many such experiences you have had,

Even if you are familiar with it,

I felt like I was going to get scared unintentionally because he was being so cruel.

I stopped at the end of the road made of blood.

A shadow was sitting on the veranda.

Clearly the shape of a woman.

The one leisurely smoking a cigarette with a blank expression on his face was the future Yoru.

However, there is an unusual energy in contrast to that empty posture.

The spirit of being the center of the world was flowing through his body. The large sword strapped to his back was brimming with the energy of bloodshed and death, as if he had just committed a crime.

‘Is that me?’

A terrifying energy writhed around the woman. It can truly be said to be the power of a king. I even thought that I might be the strongest person I have ever felt in my life.

My heart started pounding just by meeting him.

It’s not because I live. It wasn’t because of the difference in power. This is an alarm that living things instinctively feel.

Whoosh, the smell of blood gets stronger. As the group arrived here, the smell was several times stronger than that given off by the corpses.

‘Who on earth did they kill?’

I couldn’t believe it, but the main knife on my back was stained with blood. When she rolled her eyes, she saw a corpse with its head cut off far next to her.

A gaijin with full white hair.

It was obvious who killed him.

But the question of why arises again and again. If they were trying to exclude this side, it would have been better to attack them together, but they killed my father with their own hands.

Yoru swallowed his saliva, trying to regain peace of mind.

“It’s a strange feeling.”

The woman muttered, exhaling a hazy cigarette smoke.

“I received a revelation telling me to deal with someone who came, so I was preparing… but I never thought it would be me.”

Blurry eyes stared at Yoru. As he stared at me with murky eyes without a gun, it seemed as if he was observing something in depth rather than being hostile.

“Besides, the man she’s with is… Siron Prien.”

“…”

“Can I ask you something?”

The gombangdae hit the veranda and sparks flew.

“Why are you following such a villain?”

“…Aren’t you the villain?”

Yoru barely opened his tightly shut mouth.

“I don’t know why I killed him, but I killed my father with my own hands. They also killed their compatriots.”

“The compatriots were not killed. I just committed suicide with my own hands.”

“You killed my father.”

“Seondae Elder attacked first. He must be much weaker than me, so I wonder what kind of revelation he heard.”

Future Yoru stood up on his knees. Clothes soaked in blood stuck to my white legs. Then, it leaves a sticky trace.

“Ask me again. Why are you following such a villain?”

There was no answer to the questions that followed. Future Yoru pulled out a large sword from his back.

“I don’t like it. I didn’t do anything, but I was already so scared that I became mute. Besides, are you trusting yourself to a trashy man? It’s so pathetic.”

His blank eyes were distorted and filled with disgust. Future Yoru spat and threw the gombangdae.

“Go away cowards. I’m embarrassed to even touch swords.”

The moment I said that.

A black flash hit the ground. The air surrounding them exploded. A storm broke out that exceeded gusts of wind.

Whoops!

A thin straight blade struck the huge sword.

“Coward? Who on earth is a coward?”

Red lightning flashed in the woman’s eyes.

It seems like my future self has become blind.