Chapter 205: The Angel Who Dreams (10)

Episode 205: The Angel Who Dreams (10)

Is there anyone who doesn’t know that night will eventually come? Is there anyone who doesn’t realize that someday the sun will set, and the world will be shrouded in thick darkness.

No, there isn’t.

That’s why people pray.

“…The business world is in great shock at the news of the chairman’s passing…”

“…High-ranking figures from the political and business worlds are lining up to pay their respects at the chairman’s funeral. This afternoon, the ruling party leader…”

“…Since the Great Upheaval, the chairman has been a pillar of the business world…”

Feeling his mother’s hand tightly clasping his own, the boy could only close his eyes. The grandfather who had protected them, whose face he never even got to see, the news about that grandfather was something the boy absolutely did not want to watch.

The boy could only pray.

Yes, who doesn’t know that night eventually comes. And is there anyone who isn’t afraid of the night. That’s why people pray to the unresponsive sky, but who doesn’t know that.

But not a single drop of rain falls from the sky.

As night fell and someone suspicious knocked on the door, his trembling mother smiled brightly and hung a pendant around the boy’s neck. Then, the boy’s body became blurry.

The boy’s mother spoke very maturely.

“Let’s play hide and seek.”

And then the doorbell rings.

The boy hid under the sofa and relived every moment. Blood flowed through the gap, and until the dead of night when no sound could be heard, the boy held back his tears.

The boy was afraid.

Of his mother’s voice that couldn’t be heard, of the unknown men, of the voices spitting harsh words. And of the entire night.

The boy was lonely.

The fact that no one in the world knew he was under the sofa, the reality that no one loved him anymore, and that he could never trust anyone again.

So, the boy no longer prayed.

“Don’t you want revenge?”

A familiar voice emerged from the darkness. A voice similar to his own, but somehow damp.

The boy held back his tears and answered.

“I want revenge.”

“But you gave up the chance for revenge.”

The voice, as if truly regretful, dripped with disappointment, bewitching the boy.

“Why on earth did you give up revenge? You’ll think about this pain, this suffering, under this sofa for the rest of your life, so why?”

“I, I don’t know.”

“Really? I think I know. Because I know everything.”

The voice came again from the darkness.

“Leffrey, keep sleeping like that, not knowing anything.”

The voice said.

“Until everything is over.”

* * *

There is an expression that something is like air. Something that clearly exists but cannot be felt, or something so natural that it’s not normally recognized.

People use the expression ‘like air’ to describe such things.

That’s why the girls couldn’t perceive the darkness. Because in the building where Leffrey was sleeping, darkness was like air.

The darkness was so thick that they couldn’t even recognize it as darkness. The girl with pink hair tied in a ponytail couldn’t help but chuckle at this absurd situation.

“The Demon King knows nothing.”

“What?”

What does it mean that the Demon King knows nothing. Soya, who was poking around with her magic wand, tilted her head.

The girls groped their way forward with their hands, feet, and the magic girl’s wand. As they approached the red room where Leffrey was sleeping, familiar faces and voices began to emerge from the darkness.

“The heads of the magic families…”

Soya muttered. How could she forget those faces, the ones who turned her hair gray.

“And Dad, Mom…”

How could she forget these faces. Soya’s steps stop, held back by Hongwol’s hand, the very hand she always argued with.

“Really.”

Only then did Soya understand what Hongwol had said.

“Really, the Demon King knows nothing.”

Watching the illusions that appeared hazily like mist in a dream, Soya smiled faintly.

“He really knows nothing at all.”

Then Soya reached out toward the darkness. Until now, the darkness had been so thick that she couldn’t even see it as darkness, but now, with just a gesture, she was clearing away this thick darkness and creating a path forward.

Soya and Hongwol walked forward. They kept moving forward until they finally arrived in front of the room where a boy had cried himself to sleep, in front of the red room.

“I’ll open it.”

“Okay.”

It was Hongwol who opened the door. The iron door, well-oiled, opened smoothly without making any sound, even opening fully from its own momentum without Hongwol applying much force.

The first thing the girls saw was the dim, red lighting. And beneath it, a realistic painting depicting the gates of hell. And then…

“Leffrey.”

Next, the girls could see a boy sitting quietly on the sofa. Although his hair was dyed black and his eyes were tinged with red, the boy was definitely the one they were looking for.

“Boy, no, Leffrey. It’s me, the cat you saved.”

Leffrey didn’t answer.

He just silently wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

“Leffrey, please answer.”

Then Leffrey stood up.

The first to react was Soya. As Soya instinctively pointed her fingertips forward, there was a *bang*, and gray fragments scattered.

“…..”

In less than the blink of an eye, Soya had cast a barrier, and Leffrey had shattered that barrier.

Leffrey had fallen. Soya couldn’t help but bite her lip at this fact she didn’t want to acknowledge.

The face that had always smiled at her was now covered in a cold killing intent. Leffrey’s shoulders, which always radiated warmth, now moved with murderous intent. Soya couldn’t bear to see it.

“…Let’s prepare for battle.”

But Leffrey didn’t stop.

* * *

A faint crack began to appear on the sword, which was so dark and dull that it had no sheen. If it were an ordinary sword with a shine, the crack might have been hard to notice, but this sword was so dark that even the smallest crack stood out brightly.

*Crack*—*Crack*—Watching the cracks spreading like lightning on the True Demon Sword, the Demon King muttered with irritation.

“Park Jin-ho, struggling in vain.”

The True Demon Sword, which he had left behind to deal with Park Jin-ho. And the True Demon Sword had indeed pushed Park Jin-ho back, almost shattering the Cheongu Holy Sword.

But the moment the Demon King summoned the True Demon Sword, the moment the Demon King’s blade was aimed at Mari instead of him, Park Jin-ho unleashed his Ultimate Skill.

The utmost limit that a swordsman can reach, a single sword strike containing Park Jin-ho’s entire life.

The Sword Saint Park Jin-ho’s Ultimate Skill, Blue Sword (靑劍)

Too much blood had flowed from his sword, so his life and sword could never belong to the light, but nevertheless, Park Jin-ho did not give up.

If he couldn’t contain the light of Heaven, then he would at least take the faint light at the edge of the blue sky.

Thus, the sword in Park Jin-ho’s hand became a holy sword for a moment. The True Demon Sword, which had been cutting down inferior magic swords as the king of magic swords, encountered another king, the holy sword, in the gap when it was summoned by the Demon King’s hand.

The True Demon Sword could not endure that moment.

“An ultimate skill that turns one’s sword into a holy sword for a moment. How can someone with such deep darkness do that.”

And the demon king casually tossed the True Demon Sword aside.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. It’s all over now anyway.”

Due to forcibly using the ultimate skill while being overwhelmed by the True Demon Sword, Park Jin-ho won’t be able to participate in the battle for a while.

Then, it would be good to take this opportunity to deal with Yumari. Thinking that far, the Demon King smirked cruelly and lunged towards Yumari.

To a martial artist, an arm has value beyond just being an arm. To a martial artist, arms are both sword and shield, foundation and pillar.

So, no matter how good Yumari’s combat sense might be, there’s no way she could face him with only one arm.

The first strike. The Demon King’s overwhelming victory.

The second strike. Yumari’s narrow victory.

It shouldn’t be.

The third strike. A draw, neither could gain an advantage.

How is this possible.

The fourth strike. Yumari’s overwhelming victory.

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The demon king, once again, felt the unfamiliar emotion of bewilderment. But he is the Demon King, after all. The Demon King wouldn’t let himself be swept away by confusion and coldly assessed the situation.

He didn’t understand why Yumari was fighting for this world. Nor did he understand how Yumari, who had lost an arm, could fight him on equal footing.

Then let’s just set that aside for now.

The Demon King decided to focus on what he *did* understand.

The reason Yumari could fight him equally, it was because he was focusing more on attack than defense.

Actually, Yumari’s attacks weren’t that powerful. Just that her counters hurt. But even if he was critically injured, he could immediately recover using his Fallen Angel abilities.

And time was always on the Demon King’s side. Soon, the professors would all be dead, and their power, which was suppressing his own, would return to him.

“Fighting you is meaningless.”

So the Demon King ran. Of course, Mari, who could transform into black lightning, could chase him, but it was meaningless.

The Demon King gathered his strength while ignoring Mari, pretending to target her while aiming to erase the city behind her.

And once again, the Demon King pretended to target Mari, but actually aimed at the city behind her. Like a manga artist broadly painting a panel black, he broadly smeared the city with darkness.

However, it was too slow and obvious an attack for Mari to fall for.

That young dragon must have dodged it, of course. The Demon King tried to appreciate the disappearing human city without any expectations.

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds…

But the human city didn’t disappear.

The Demon King, now somewhat accustomed to this feeling of bewilderment, rubbed his eyes and muttered,

“What now.”

Slowly but surely, the smear was disappearing.

And the one who blocked that smear was none other than Yumari.

Yumari was protecting the human city with her own body.

“Why on earth.”

The Demon King, seeing the ever-increasing wounds on Yumari’s body, couldn’t help but mutter the words ‘why’ once again, which he had said many times.

This cannot happen.

This was against the truth.

This couldn’t exist.

“Yes, it doesn’t matter. Even if you go mad and do crazy things, you can’t change the fate of this world.”

The Demon King spoke in an enraged voice.

“No, rather, it’s good. It means that one of the few beings who can stand against me is being injured because of those worthless insects. Fine, then I’ll erase that city over and over again.”

The girl simply watched the Demon King rambling and spouting words.

“I will make you pay the price for going against the truth, you unenlightened foolish snake.”

The demon king once again began to accumulate a tremendous amount of karma in his fingertips. An attack that would critically injure Mari if it landed, and if she dodged, it would erase the city.

In the face of such a powerful attack,

Mari smiled faintly.

“I’m facing you because I’ve realized.”

The sound of a child crying came from the city.

Therefore, Mari took her stance again.

“Because I’ve realized…”