Chapter Index

    [I killed the devil.]

    The body was frozen, but the head was spinning quickly.

    ‘Who am I?

    Also, who is the ‘Devil King’?

    Is he the same person as the demon lord I am targeting?

    It’s been a while since I opened the quest window.

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    ◆Goal

    -Death of the Demon King

    ◆In case of failure

    -You die and the world perishes.

    ◆Compensation

    -secret

    ◆Time limit

    -secret

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    It’s the same.

    Nothing has changed, it still comes to mind.

    Then isn’t this the devil?

    If this demon lord I’m targeting is dead, then there’s no reason for it to remain, right?

    Again, irreversible, absolute information was injected into the brain.

    [It was a long journey. I behaved more viciously than I did in ■■. It had to be that way. Murder, plunder, and theft were my life and business. He monopolized everything, went ahead, and got rid of anyone who got in his way. The moment I trembled all night during my first murder became like a joke.]

    “… … .”

    [No one could believe it. There is no guarantee that I will be able to do ■■ again. I had to be more harsh. S■let. He took advantage of that crazy woman’s blind trust and affection to the end. Even more clearly than in my last life. It had to be that way. It’s something I can’t help but live with. Everything, it was something that could not be helped. Thanks to this, I was able to learn the lost magic and even handle magic and miracles. If you kill the Demon King, everything will be rewarded. The same goes for her death. It will happen. clearly.]

    [4 people selected from Thirteen■. He took those who were among the top madmen with him, but then betrayed them and used forbidden magic to steal their powers. Can not help it. It is essential to kill the Demon King. It’s all a sacrifice for the greater good. … Since when did it become so vicious? I shouldn’t even have realized that. To live. To live.]

    […] The Demon King is dead. I actually succeeded in killing it. The world did not end, and I survived. It is time to receive compensation.]

    [The one who came to pay for killing the Demon King was ■■■. ■■■ introduced his people as the ■ of this universe. It was the young ■ who appeared from the west. It is said that young ■■■ stay on earth to grow. Maybe it’s obvious.]

    [The reward offered by ■ was ■. ■■, or ■■. It was absurd. Was it just because of that that I endured this pain and shed this much blood? so I… .]

    “… So what?”

    … … .

    “Ah.”

    No further information was given.

    ‘If you’re trying to be tantalizing, you’re damn good at it.’

    What is it?

    Surprisingly, it’s not confusing.

    This damn absolute information is not confusing.

    It is literally absolute, making it impossible to even question whether these words are really true.

    It’s a terrible feeling, like someone is manipulating my consciousness.

    After a long time, I took out a sugar bar and asked.

    ‘Let’s think about it. There’s a clue. The title of this information that first came to mind… .’

    Journal of a lost timeline.

    ‘Lost timeline’… .

    ‘So, is this the record of someone from another timeline? I don’t know exactly what it means to be lost, but… .’

    The timeline has been crossed.

    Unless there are more regressors than me.

    This writer… .

    ‘I go?’

    *

    Confusing.

    The absolute information did not cause confusion, but the new information derived from it was enough to cause confusion.

    Lost timeline.

    The writer who had to kill the devil.

    For some reason, words that are partially incomprehensible, like noise.

    You can’t jump to conclusions.

    There are not enough clues to say for sure.

    Is it only the regressor that can relate to the timeline?

    ‘… Honestly, I think so.’

    From the description of killing the Demon King, to the description of having to act viciously, to the record of coming from a lost timeline.

    So many clues point me to this.

    ‘First of all, I think there’s a high probability that I’m right… .’

    Will there be a next time for this journal?

    If you can get it, you should get it.

    Even though it is filtered and not provided properly, it is information that seems very important to me.

    But the problem is that I don’t know how… .

    ‘… ‘Let’s get moving first.’

    I can’t count the times I’ve felt confused since coming to this world.

    So I realized.

    Just because you are confused, you should not be immersed in that confusion.

    Stay confused, but do what needs to be done.

    ‘It’s an excessive waste of time to get hung up on things you don’t know right now. ‘There’s nothing I can figure out if I think about it any more.’

    Now there are only two left.

    Rings and necklaces.

    but… This ring.

    Inside the ring, which sparkles in gold, something is engraved in a flowing line.

    It may look like a pattern representing a picture, or it may look like a letter.

    I have found items like this several times.

    Relics.

    ‘You shouldn’t touch sacred relics carelessly… . Just in case, hold off. I’ll have to leave the request for appraisal to Seonghwagyo.’

    Then only the necklace remains.

    It looks unique.

    In the middle of the leather strap, there is a rectangular jewel the size of a thumb.

    The transparent gem didn’t look special.

    By wearing the necklace, mana flowed in a familiar way.

    “… … .”

    Nothing happened.

    I somehow got something, but I feel like I’m screwed because I can’t use it.

    “Hmm… .”

    If I take it to Iris, will I know the answer?

    If she doesn’t know, she’ll have to stop by there eventually… .

    ‘I’ll have to look into the ring first.’

    Just in case, I swept up the ‘fragments of time’ scattered in the sand.

    No matter how much you think about it, it’s not an ordinary item, so you don’t know how it will be used.

    *

    “Ah, Ian.”

    There was no need to go far to get the ring checked.

    Veronica is at the church, and Esther hasn’t left yet.

    “Beauty, beauty, feeble kindling! It’s Helena!”

    Helena, who came with her, stiffened when she saw Esther and greeted her.

    I remembered what Esther had said about wanting to meet again sometime, and told it to Helena.

    I added that they didn’t have to meet, but Helena followed.

    “Sister Helena. I’m glad you seem to be doing well.”

    “Thank you!”

    “Recently, I have been hearing news that the names of my sisters and fellow warriors are being revealed to the world. Even the light will be happy.”

    “Yes! Thanks to Ian!”

    is it?

    The answer was strange, but Esther smiled as if she didn’t care.

    “What brought you here?”

    Veronica asked.

    I took out a gold ring and showed it.

    “This time it came from a sea dragon, and somehow it seems unusual.”

    Veronica carefully took the ring and turned it around.

    “It’s just a intuition. Isn’t it a holy relic? .”

    “Hmm.”

    Next was Esther.

    “If you, the Apostle, feel that way, then surely… .”

    Esther stopped talking when she saw the engraved pattern on the inside of the ring.

    His narrowed eyes carefully scanned the pattern.

    Esther spoke as if speaking her thoughts.

    “Yes, love God… .”

    Helena, sitting next to me, flinched.

    “… Helena? Are you okay?”

    “Yes… !”

    “Hmm. Well, anyway. Was what was written there a text?”

    “Yes. It is an archaic word that is no longer used. It is a language that was only used in Bible times. It seems to be a very old relic.”

    Seeing Esther say this, it seems true that it is some type of holy relic.

    “I think I need to check the literature for a detailed test. Can I take it with you for a moment?”

    “No. That’s not possible.”

    Relics should not be given to others carelessly for a long time.

    I’m sorry, but I had to refuse.

    “It’s a ring to give to Helena.”

    “Yes?!”

    “I see.”

    Esther obediently returned the ring.

    “It looks simple and I remember the sentences, so you don’t have to have it.”

    “Thank you for your understanding.”

    “Give me, my, me a bar, a ring… ?!”

    “Yes. Do you hate it?”

    “No-!”

    Helena jumped up and shouted.

    Why are you so excited?

    “Oh, sorry… .”

    “You’re at an age when your blood is at its peak.”

    Esther smiled as if she understood youth.

    “Thank you for your cooperation. then… .”

    I’m getting up because I have something to do next.

    “I… .”

    Helena spoke carefully.

    “If it’s not rude, let’s talk… .”

    Helena looked at me and Esther alternately.

    I want to talk about religion, but is it something I shouldn’t listen to?

    “I’ll be waiting outside.”

    “Ah, thank you… .”

    After saying hello to Esther and Veronica, I opened the church door first.

    ***

    Helena fidgeted with the ring Ian gave her.

    Esther and Veronica, sitting across from her, calmly waited for her.

    Helena finally opened her mouth.

    “Faith and love… How are they different?”

    The wrinkled face was red.

    Esther and Veronica smiled happily.

    As young believers grow up, they face these worries and crises.

    “In a broad sense, love may include faith, but I don’t think that’s what you’re asking about.”

    “… … .”

    Helena confirmed silently.

    Not unconditional worship towards God, but sexual love towards others.

    There are many young believers who consider this feeling to be a betrayal toward God.

    Although Seonghwagyo is a religion that is free about love and marriage, confusion when one first realizes one’s sexuality is inevitable.

    Veronica smiled gently.

    “Helena. There’s no need to take it seriously. I also had that worry when I was young and had a child I liked. But fire warmly embraces everything.”

    Esther also added.

    “That’s right. Above all, it can be said that the difference between faith and sexuality lies in their mutual agreement.”

    “Mutual consultation… What do you mean?”

    “Yes. Human faith does not seek God’s consent. We just blindly follow and worship. In that respect, faith can be said to be one-sided and selfish.”

    Veronica nodded, and Esther continued speaking.

    “Sexuality is different. You constantly seek the consent of the target. Sexual intercourse cannot be complete without the consent of the other person. In that respect, it can be said to be completely different from independent faith.”

    “Is that so…? .”

    Helena fiddled with the ring as if she was thinking about it.

    The ring resting at the entrance of the ring finger of my left hand was embarrassingly conflicting.

    Looking at that, Veronica smiled happily.

    The girl’s worries were just cute.

    “Then… . What should I do if I feel sexual love for an object of faith? ?”

    The evaluation of cuteness is dead.

    “Yes?”

    Veronica asked back as if she had heard wrong.

    Esther, on the other hand, was calm.

    There are many types of fanaticism.

    He met several fanatics who had truly fallen in love with God.

    It was hard to think that this cheerful orange girl in front of me was such a fanatic, but… .

    What was going on in the world was so unknown.

    “Helena.”

    “Yes… .”

    “The reason faith does not require consent is because God has already tolerated man’s one-sided foolishness. The acceptance is also very one-sided. Because humans cannot dare to be equal to God.”

    “… … .”

    “The premise of sexuality is equality. That is, the desire to become equal to the target. We pray without expecting an answer to our prayers. The moment you expect an answer, it stops being a prayer.”

    So, don’t covet what you can’t get.

    The space between hands held together for prayer must be empty.

    Esther ended with those words.

    Helena just nodded.

    The object in your mind is close to God, but in reality, it is a person like you.

    As long as it is an equal person who can answer your questions.

    So, what should I do then?

    We can place His hand between our joined hands in prayer… .

    I didn’t even bring that up.

    “It was very helpful. Thank you.”

    I just said that and put the ring on my hand.

    Veronica sighed in relief as she saw Helena walking away.

    Although I was confused, I still felt like I was back on the right path.

    “The bishop is amazing.”

    “It won’t work if an old person doesn’t have wisdom and experience.”

    The two could not help but think that they were simply listening to the religious concerns of a young believer.

    ***

    “Hmm… . I don’t know.”

    Iris looked at the necklace and smiled sheepishly.

    “I can’t feel it at all.”

    “Hmm. Is that so?”

    “I’m sorry.”

    “It’s not something you need to apologize for.”

    I can’t do it.

    Go to the magic tower.

    *

    In the end, you come here.

    The Magic Tower was quite far away, but thanks to the portal, it was quick.

    Everyone said they wanted to come see it, so I brought the Fruit Warriors, Katy, and Mercy.

    It’s not a place with much to see, but I want to come, so what can I do?

    ‘Carty is a bit… . I’m anxious. That guy, the magic tower lord, is definitely going to say something strange to me.’

    You never know, and I believe that Katy will take care of herself.

    In addition to the group, Iris also came along.

    The ivory tower rising in the middle of the green field looked very foreign.

    It stretches high into the sky, and when you look up from below, you can’t even see the end.

    There were several windows on each floor, but none were open.

    Despite its name, Magic Tower, the exterior is not flashy.

    “This is the magic tower… .”

    “Oh oh oh oh. My throat hurts.”

    Mercy, sitting on Vivian’s chest, massaged her neck.

    “It’s a magic tower full of suspicious research!”

    “Hmm. How was it built?”

    Helena and Lucia also looked up and responded.

    Katy was quiet as usual.

    “I’ve only heard the name, but this is my first time seeing the real thing.”

    Surprisingly, Iris was also the first.

    “Have you not been here?”

    “Yes… . I was busy too. I have no money… .”

    “Money is important here.”

    Despite its mystery, the Magic Tower is free to enter and exit.

    Considering its reputation, it would be natural for there to be a lot of people, but that’s not the case.

    First of all, if you come and go in, there isn’t much to see.

    Second, the request cost is quite high.

    The entrance to the tower was a large door.

    In front of the door was a crystal ball the size of a human head.

    “Could it be the image mirror I made?”

    “Warp portals are also used, right?”

    “Wow. The Magic Tower uses my invention… .”

    When I put my hand on the video mirror, I saw the side face of a grumpy man.

    He is the gatekeeper of the first floor of the Magic Tower and is also a wizard.

    -who are you?

    “This is Ian, the Count of Ian. I came to meet Scarlett.”

    -Yes.

    The man answered without even looking in this direction.

    The heavy door opened slowly.

    “It’s surprisingly easy… .”

    “Isn’t this too sloppy?”

    “There’s nothing to steal.”

    Whether you attack this place or steal it, there is no benefit.

    Since it is a place with little actual combat experience and few wizards who have learned attack magic, it may be easy to just steal and run away.

    But that doesn’t mean anything.

    “In the first place, everyone encrypts all research data in their own way.”

    Or, if the stolen wizard goes crazy and causes a mana explosion, he runs away and gets killed.

    In many ways, it is a place where there is no benefit in trying to rob it.

    “Oh… .”

    “Ian knows a lot about magic towers!”

    “… Well, just a little.”

    When I went inside, I found myself in a wide hall.

    The magic stone embedded in the wall served as lighting.

    There was no ceiling, so it stretched endlessly upward.

    There seems to be an upstairs and there are people, but there are no stairs going up.

    “… What should I do now?”

    Vivian asked.

    “That’s it.”

    I pointed to the wind rising toward the center of the hall, toward the top of the tower.

    “You can ride that ascension current.”

    “Yes?”

    Scarlett, the magic tower lord, must have already heard that a guest looking for her has arrived.

    “If you ride that, it will take you to the target.”

    “Elegant… .”

    The moment we all boarded the Ascension Airstream, I spoke.

    “Ah. Be careful.”

    “Yes?”

    “It can make you dizzy.”

    -Whoop!

    The wind suddenly got stronger and lifted my body up from the floor.

    The feeling of floating only lasts for a moment.

    The surging gusts of wind continued to send us upward.

    “I, I, fly! Fly! It flies away like crumbly fallen leaves!”

    “Mercy! Hey, come here… . Yes! Uh, where do I get in-!”

    “Ugh! Ian! Please help-!”

    After some commotion, the wind dropped us off in the highest room of the tower.

    The group arrived in a flurry.

    “Gueeek-!”

    “Mercy! Fairies shouldn’t vomit!”

    “Helena… . I’m dizzy… .”

    “Lucia! You must be patient! Oh, Iris too… !”

    On the other hand, I landed easily.

    I’ve used it a few times before.

    ‘… Scarlett. Will we meet in the end?’

    Scarlett, the magic tower lord.

    During the second episode, my relationship with her was delicate.

    Of course not lovers.

    What can I say, I unilaterally took advantage of her and she suffered it knowingly.

    ‘… I lived that way at the time and believed it was right.’

    To me, who skipped this episode without looking back at Scarlett until the end, she was like a thorn stuck in the tip of my finger.

    It doesn’t hurt if you don’t pay attention, but you have no choice but to care sometimes.

    “Guest? Wait a minute.”

    It’s a voice that hasn’t been heard in a very long time.

    A slightly low, relaxed voice.

    Only the back of her sitting on the chair is visible.

    Gray smoke rose from her pink hair.

    ‘You were smoking this time too.’

    It was quite a while later that I met her in the second round.

    She is a serious smoker.

    It’s rare to see him take his pipe out of his mouth.

    The surprising thing is that this cigarette has a peach scent and is harmless to health.

    All I feel is a little drowsy and hazy.

    Did you develop it yourself?

    “You seem to be a mysterious person… .”

    Vivian, who had suddenly come to her senses, came next to me.

    Slowly, Scarlett turned around.

    Pink hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, blue eyes.

    The smoke coming out of the wooden pipe in his mouth and the dark look in his eyes are decadent.

    His half-closed eyes slowly look me up and down.

    A faint smile appeared on her lips as she bobbed her crossed legs.

    ‘… It’s the same as when we first met.’

    Even the attire that was roughly opened and exposed to the cleavage was the same.

    I definitely said this back then.

    -self.

    “Self.”

    -It’s too much for my taste, what about me?

    “It’s so much for my taste, will you marry me?”

    … The lines changed a bit?

    anyway.

    I don’t know if I should be happy about this, but I’m embarrassed to admit it to myself.

    I am Scarlett’s perfect ideal type.

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