episode_0347

“But that’s it.”

“Huh?”

Siron turned his head to the side. And then he lowers his gaze slightly. My face is a mess from not being able to wipe away the tears. But perhaps because his eyes were so serious, Yura had no choice but to follow his gaze in silence.

“If you are Yu… what on earth is this?”

At the end of my line of sight was the image of a woman bound in chains.

Yura from her previous life. To be more precise, there was a girl crouching there who looked exactly like the one she had seen when they last parted ways, wearing a school uniform and flowing black hair.

I don’t even know if she’s a girl or not. Siron crouched down as if he had something to check in detail, and began touching Yura’s bound form.

“Well, what are you doing?”

“…warm and soft.”

“…Who told you to express your thoughts?”

Yura stared at him with a puzzled look, but Siron didn’t care at all.

Rather, the hands that were touching various places, including thighs and breasts, became bolder as if they were trying to check something.

“Soft. And it’s wet.”

“…So?”

Yura blushed at the sudden exploration but tried to remain calm.

This is because he said this while squeezing his jaw open and running his hand over the mucous membrane of his mouth.

Although the words she spoke out of her mouth could have easily been misunderstood, she did not want to interrupt the discussion with a serious face.

Because Hyunjun was cool thinking about something.

“What on earth is this?”

“…Are you asking me?”

“Then, who is here?”

Siron looked back at Yura with slightly open eyes. In those sharp gazes, an unanswered question was creeping out.

“You came to this world 500 years ago, so shouldn’t you know what this is?”

“I don’t know! This is my first time coming here too.”

“What is the warrior’s house? You were in that closed ward-like space. It doesn’t look much different here, except that it’s gray.”

“That place is like a unique return point for the Angel class. Anyway, I don’t know where this is?”

Yura tried to answer clearly while trying to explain his words vaguely. Calling herself an angel was so shameful that she could not raise her head as she had grown up twice, but she was aware of the seriousness of the situation.

Siron didn’t stop talking even though he thought she was waking up because she called herself an angel.

“This is just… a statue since you stayed quiet even though we were talking about that pestilence earlier? I thought it was something like that.”

“Where do you see this is a statue?”

“Statue? Avatar? dummy? Anyway, let’s call it a dummy.”

Pajik – A flash of light erupted from Siron’s fingertips. I thought he was just bragging about magic that happened all of a sudden, but Yura immediately understood the meaning.

“Even though I shined a light into my eyes, my pupils did not get smaller. What is this? Mucus comes out properly from the mucous membrane, body temperature is maintained, and it smells good.”

“Hmm, hmmm.”

“The reflex action is not taking place. Am I brain dead?”

“…What about the heart? Check it out.”

As soon as Yura’s words fell, Siron began to listen to Dummy’s chest. Thump, thump, thump. The heart is beating properly.

“The heart is beating, but the pupil does not contract… What is this, you bastard?”

“Aren’t you brain dead?”

“Brain death in a fantasy world… How can you become brain dead when your heart is beating in the first place?”

“That’s right…”

Yura made a sour expression, then opened her eyes as if she remembered something, and started tapping the air with her fingers. Siron, who had guessed what that action was, made an expression as if he had put a lot of something bitter in his mouth.

“Is that a status window?”

“Yes, why?”

“…No.”

Siron decided not to disturb Yura and gnawed at the pile.

‘Fuck, the world is really unfair. ‘I’ve come this far, but the status window doesn’t pop up?’

Status window!

He muttered with determination, but in front of him was a translucent spear and a wooden bar, and nothing came to mind.

A reward for all this hard work. Saving a childhood friend I thought was dead was enough reward, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was losing money.

Yura was also the one who benefited. No, strictly speaking, it is more than the joy of meeting a friend who was thought to be dead. I thought it was natural that the joy of meeting my beloved lover after all the hardships would be greater.

Of course, just like Yura likes Shiron and Cha Hyun-jun. It was true that his feelings for Yura were quite complicated and serious. but,

Now that I know the existence of a fraudulent object called the status window. I couldn’t help but feel regretful.

Is it a hero point or a store? If we fall into a game together, isn’t it natural to feel resentful if someone gives something and someone doesn’t?

“Hey.”

Yura, who had been giggling with a sense of superiority, narrowed his eyes.

“I guess you drank this?”

“…What?”

The hand that was pecking at the pile suddenly stopped. This needlessly realistic… hot and soft doll-like thing is a demon god?

“What kind of nonsense is that? If this is a demon god, then why are you looking like your old self?”

“…When I designate him as the target, it says he is the remains of a demon god?”

“What the fuck! Wasn’t it just a store function?”

“Is that what’s important right now? This guy is a demon?!”

Jiji, Jiji! Yura made a fuss and tried to separate Siron and the demon. However, there seemed to be something unclear about Siron’s expression. I took a few steps away from Yura, hugging the dummy who was even called a demon god.

Yura looked quite embarrassed when she saw that action. The sight of him pampering a dummy that resembled his past life… gave me a strange, tickling feeling in my heart, but even more than that, his suddenly cold attitude was unfamiliar.

“…What are you doing? That’s a demon?”

“Did you really drink it?”

“Is that true? The status window properly says [Remnants of Demon God]!”

“What if the status window is lying?”

“What?”

“The status window can lie. And what if this is Yu?”

“…Hey, what on earth is he talking about! Because Yura is me?!”

Yura’s face turned red from repeated embarrassment. This bastard, after all the tears and snot from just now, what are you saying now?

Soon, Yura was pounding her heart in frustration, but Shiron’s expression hardened like ice.

“Hey, why are you so embarrassed? Is it really fake, you guy?”

“Your guy is a pestilence.”

“You guy. It’s a demon. Yes, it seems like the puzzle is finally coming together. Yura was sealed in this dummy and held hostage, and you were making a wicked plan to copy Yura’s memories and target this hero.”

“Nimi.”

“But I, Prien, the greatest genius in history who blasphemes even God, cannot be deceived.”

“You’re being damned.”

Yura sighed in confusion. I wondered if this kid had worked so hard that his hair had gone crazy.

“If you think about it that way, doesn’t that make it more appropriate to be a demon god?”

“Why? Try defending yourself.”

“Your tone really makes me want to beat you up, but you won’t stop?

“…What is it?”

Was it too damn bad? Siron cleared his throat and looked at Yura closely. Judging by his tone and actions, Yura was right, but isn’t there still an ‘what if’? If the story had a happy ending by beheading the dummy, there would be no way for the body or head to suffer, but it was a poetic theory that held the idea that the dead do not come back.

He wanted to approach this matter as cautiously as possible.

“So… the reason why the demon took on my past form…”

It’s not that Yura doesn’t understand that feeling at all, but he seriously thinks about it. It’s none other than Cha Hyun-jun, the girl I’ve been with since childhood. Because I knew that that personality was his chronic problem.

“That’s right!”

An exclamation point appeared on Yura’s head.

“Because the Demon God wants to arouse your sympathy.”

“…Tell me more.”

“So. You go, go, go, the most! What is it that you cherish? Isn’t it me?”

“You say that with confidence. My face got thicker after not looking at it.”

“Don’t stop talking!”

“…continue.”

“The conclusion is! Even this conflict situation is a scheme of the demon god! Are you saying the demon god was using you? I modeled myself after myself from a previous world that had already disappeared. I’m squeezing out my last strength and begging you to save me!”

“Um…”

Siron turned his gaze to the dummy and faced blank eyes.

“Then why is this tied up…”

“Do you understand? Because demons are conceptual beings. The concept of losing power must have been symbolized in the way our brains like it.”

“Um……”

Siron made eye contact for a long time after that.

*

Meanwhile, the top floor of the tower.

Lucia and Seira were waiting for Siron again today.

“Hey, Seira.”

“Why. Lucia.”

“Shiron is alive, right?”

Lucia muttered as she drew scribbles on the floor with her fingers.

I was waiting because I was waiting, but more than 100 days have already passed since Siron disappeared.

Did he go to kill the demon god? It’s not that I can’t wait if I think like that, but I couldn’t help but worry and stay like a guard dog if I didn’t hear any news.

“I’m alive. The remains of the kid’s magical power are still floating in the air.”

“Then I’m glad…”

“Rather than that, please bring this to Aisha.”

Seira held a letter in her hand. A letter to Siriel, who is currently in the Empire.

“I wonder if Siriel won’t come because of this… I think he’ll figure it out like a ghost.”

“I remember the kid’s handwriting. Plus, the kid’s smell has been completely buried, so you don’t have to worry.”

“Hmm.”

Lucia sniffed the letter and smelled it.

“It definitely smells like Shiron.”

“Yes, it is magic engineering implemented by this genius wizard, Seira. What you notice is abnormal?”

“…”

“Anyway. If you had noticed, you would have come here a long time ago. Considering that a year has passed, it’s clear that I was fooled!”

Seira, who spoke confidently, smiled and patted her chest.

I had no idea who was on the first floor of the tower.