episode_0348

90th floor of Infinite Tower. Lucia knocked on the inn’s door, holding the letter carefully in her arms.

smart-

-Who is it?

“It’s me.”

It was a short answer, but it was enough to open the firmly closed door.

The face that was reflected was a demon with handsome horns. Aisha blah blah blah. She was the daughter of the Demon King whose power was spread throughout the tower, but Lucia still could not memorize her full name.

“Is this a letter again?”

“Yes.”

“They said they went to kill the owner of the tower, but the battle took quite a long time.”

“…They just started fighting and got sucked into some strange place.”

Because there is no need to memorize the name.

Since Siron killed the three apostles and became the owner of the tower. He comes into conflict with Aisha, who wants to relinquish her position as owner of the tower.

Although they maintained a relationship to the point where they met each other face to face and asked for letters, Lucia was not sure what would happen when Aisha found out that Siron had become the owner of the tower.

‘I don’t like lying, but it’s not good to cause trouble when Siron is not around.’

Confrontation and fruitless conflict.

I needed to be a little selfish to avoid him.

Although it is said that Aisha accommodated Siron and his party for the past 100 days, this was a favor that came about because their interests were aligned.

Demons are evil.

I can’t say they are all bad, but it’s a prejudice that arose 500 years ago. And it was worth noting that they were not of the same race.

“I see. I express my deepest condolences.”

Since Lucia was not good at lying, there was a sense of strangeness in what she said, but Aisha did not bother to criticize the problem.

Although she is currently staying on the 90th floor, which is the buffer zone, she felt the aftermath of the battle on the 99th floor, just below the top floor of the tower.

‘It’s better to avoid unnecessary friction.’

Formidable force.

It was a huge storm that literally shook the entire tower. Although her goal was to become the owner of the tower, Aisha did not want to fight without cause.

‘Sometimes I’m no match for you.’

If you confront them head on, you will lose. In this situation, the best Aisha could do was coax her with sugar and honey.

but,

Nevertheless, there was something I wanted to point out.

“But, Miss Lucia, there is one thing that bothers me.”

“What, what is it?”

“Humans… no, they know that it is rude to say something like this. Let me stop.”

“…Why do you make people curious instead of just talking?”

Lucia was startled and tensed her body. I thought I might have been caught because I was so vague, but the words that came out of Aisha’s mouth were even more surprising than that.

“Do humans not wash?”

“…What?”

“No, that. They say that vampires and undead don’t need to wash because they don’t have any waste to secrete, but I’ve never heard of humans doing the same.”

Aisha narrowed her eyes and stared at Lucia.

Lucia Prien. A terrifying human being who exudes an unusual aura even at first glance…

Now, her appearance was so twisted that it was impossible to believe that she possessed such strength.

“When I first met you, I remember that although there were cultural differences, you had a sense of hygiene that went beyond the circumstances of the tower.”

“…”

“By any chance, is there a custom outside the tower that says colleagues should not touch the water when they are in danger? The good luck in your body is washed away, or the bonds with your colleagues become weaker.”

“Nothing like that…”

“…I guess so. The elf who was with you looked clean as always.”

“Elves don’t need to wash in the first place. Especially young elves.”

“Oh, that’s right.”

Aisha nodded and answered. But even so, doubts could not be raised about Lucia’s cleanliness.

“Then why didn’t you wash?”

“That’s…”

Lucia was unable to answer readily. I couldn’t bear to say that I was doing this because of Shiron.

*

After Siron disappeared, Lucia could not leave that place for a long time.

Even if a day passes, a week passes, a month passes.

He stayed where Siron disappeared, holding a sword in his arms.

Since it was the top floor of the tower with no water or food, it seemed possible that they would be able to stay there for such a long time, but unexpectedly, that part was not a problem.

“Interesting. I’m not hungry at all.”

Lucia rubbed the area where her stomach would be. A supernatural phenomenon I once felt in a past life.

Kylie has reached the level of swordsman.

In those days, she was slow to feel hunger, thirst, and even pain.

“But, if you ask me if I have reached the level of being a swordsman… I’m not sure. At that time, I definitely felt that I had become stronger. Is it because we have already reached that level? Is it because I just won as many fights as I could? Anyway, I don’t feel like I’ve reached godhood right now.”

“…What do you want to say?”

“It’s the power of love.”

Lucia held out her clenched fist and grinned.

“The laws of the world responded to my sincerity in thinking about poetry.”

“What bullshit are you talking about?”

“Don’t you understand? I have now gained the godhood of love, not the godhood of the sword. For example, a messenger.”

“I see…”

“Oh, by the way, Shinigami is an abbreviation for God of Love? I thought about it for a while, and isn’t it a bit harsh to twist the meaning of the Shinigami like this?”

‘Crazy bitch.’

Seira looked down at Lucia who was talking nonsense with narrowed eyes.

A cold yet somewhat lukewarm look. Although it is an expression that seems to be incoherent,

It was appropriate because half of the feelings were pitiful and the other half were sympathy and sincere concern for a friend.

It had been about a week since Siron disappeared. Lucia shed tears out of loss, wondering if Siron had died.

However, Seira actually thought that Lucia back then was better than she is now.

Shedding tears is an appropriate response to losing a lover, friend, or family member. But look at what Lucia looks like now.

A scruffy look.

Even though Lucia could not feel hunger, the sweat and dust remained intact due to the intense battle.

‘Isn’t this a very serious condition?’

Although she happily gave herself nicknames such as Shinigami of Death and God of Love, the Kylie that Seira remembers was a person who liked embarrassing nicknames but did not show it.

The sight of them not caring about their condition even reminds me of the remnants of the defeated soldiers I have seen for a long time.

‘If we don’t do something…’

The obvious abnormality alerted Seira.

“That… Kylie?”

“Huh?”

“He is the god of love and he is naked. Can’t he just wash it first?”

However, even if you are alert, the words you spit out are harsh. After all, how can a person change overnight?

Of course, it’s commendable that she didn’t start swearing right away, but unlike Seira, who was over 700 years old, Lucia was a girl in her prime.

It’s natural to worry about your appearance and worry all day about how to impress others… Although it was contrary to Lucia’s current attitude, the direct words were enough to color Lucia’s expression with shock.

“Do I smell like that?”

“What an obvious thing to say… No, it doesn’t smell that bad, but it does have a sweet smell. Anyway, it doesn’t look like it, so take a shower!”

“…”

At the sharp bruise, Lucia put her nose to her body and began to sniff.

‘…It’s not something to make a fuss about.’

To compare it to the smell of a dog wet in the rain. The more I smelled it, the more addictive it seemed, but it was not an unusual smell for a fresh girl.

Was it the moment when you felt the need to wash like that? Lucia’s head shook.

“No. I want to stay like this.”

“This guy?!”

Seira was shocked, but Lucia didn’t care and kept her eyes straight.

-Wait here for a moment.

“Shiron told me to wait.”

“Crazy bitch…”

“What a crazy bitch! That’s too harsh!”

“Huh.”

Seira frowned in disgust. It smelled like a dog wet in the rain, and Lucia’s mind became like that of an abandoned dog that had lost its owner.

“That’s not permission? Well, think about it. When I was leisurely washing up, Shiron came back!”

Lucia was disgusted by the blatant disgust. Eyelids fluttering. A subtle sign meant that she was crowded around.

“Shiron went to deal with the demon god alone. yes? Seeing as he hasn’t returned yet, he must be still fighting. Because it’s been a month. The fight will literally be a struggle in which everything is poured out.”

“…That’s right.”

“After going through such a difficult struggle, we came back and found ourselves full and full, smelling like soap.”

“…”

“No, what if Shiron comes back while I’m washing up and I can’t meet him in time? Damn it! Wouldn’t this create a negative impression on me? That’s the story!”

‘…I think it would be more shocking to see that tail. Well, I don’t want to be hated by the kid either.’

Seira thought Lucia was talking nonsense, but on the other hand, she sympathized with what she said.

‘Well, there’s no need to hope for understanding in this story.’

Lucia nodded with her arms crossed.

Thinking about it for herself at the time, Lucia needed a place to rely on mentally.

Things have improved now that she can tell whether Siron is alive or dead through the magic created by Seira, but that doesn’t change her resolve, so Lucia just maintains the bare minimum of cleanliness.

“Oh, by the way. I have one thing to tell you.”

While trying to receive daily necessities from a servant, Aisha called Lucia over.

“Huh? What is it again?”

“They say there are people who got the platinum level on the first floor of the tower and rose to the 70th floor.”

“Platinum?”

“Yeah, I was wondering if it was someone I knew.”

After speaking, Aisha unfolded the neatly folded paper in her arms and showed it to her. There was a black-haired human maid and a sharp-looking woman there, and when Lucia saw them, her eyes widened in an instant.

‘Siriel and the nigger?’

“Hey, why are they…”

“Do you know any dangerous people? Your complexion is not good.”

“Uh… can you give me a letter?”

“Letter?”

Aisha held out the letter she had received with a question mark on her head.

Do it yourself!

The letter was torn to pieces in an instant. Aisha’s eyes widened as it was a speed that even a high-ranking demon’s visual acuity could not keep up with.

‘Are you screwed?’

Needless to say, I was screwed.

Lucia ran toward the top floor without even looking back.