I Became The Academy's Narrow-Eyes

94 – Launch of the true Harasin

“Meet the great being…!”

Daltasian repeatedly lowered his head and said.

‘Why are you like this?’

Was he this character?

Wouldn’t it be?

-I want to see the face of God. If I could hit it with the handle of a knife, I would have no wish. While you’re talking, why don’t you pray? Show off that proud top in front of these dead people.

The Daltasian I knew was a blunt yet tough wandering mercenary-like character who spoke those lines.

But what?

Oh God?

See the great being?

What, did you change your job to a paladin?

‘And what, God?’

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I am sure God is right.

An asshole, an asshole, an asshole, a fake real Harasin.

Not one of them was the kind of god to be praised.

Besides, what I just used was black magic.

Now, with my right arm, I had a visual that would be believed even if I was a black magician grandfather.

in other words.

Right now, our dungeon guide is bowing his head, saying that he is a great man after seeing the warlock.

The mental state of our dungeon guide who went through an extreme situation was something we couldn’t help but worry about.

‘Well, anyway.’

Apart from that, it wasn’t a bad situation for me.

Rather than being afraid or hostile to me because I am a black magician, it would be easier to have a conversation in this state now.

Lightning strikes in the dry sky.

The series of situations that Daltasian went through were suitable for expression.

One day, he was suddenly attacked by Harasin’s direct line master, and his face was stolen and he almost died.

It would not be strange if he became a disabled person because of the trauma.

but i can’t accept that

To think that a hero with a desirable spirit like Daltasian’s heart would be broken.

It was a global loss to me who had to see a happy ending in this world full of all kinds of dangers and villains.

I opened my mouth to make our Daltasian’s tattered mentality into a strong mentality again.

“My dear, the right foot walking on the right foot should not bow its head toward the shadow.

Right-handed, uselessly wordy and esoteric middle schooler’s tone.

***

After a series of stories, the monster took a step back and threw himself into the darkness of the blackout room.

The shape of a monster with a mighty presence disappeared without a trace, as if it melted into the darkness.

Daltasian was left alone in the place.

“What the hell is this…”

It seemed that he was still dreaming.

Suddenly, he was attacked by Harasin’s direct line master and thought he was going to die without moving, but a transcendent being appeared and saved him.

His true identity is none other than an assassin. Black Mage at the same time.

He was the true leader of Harasin.

‘Assassins we know – Harasin, fake Harasin?’

Daltasian still couldn’t completely follow the story told by the true head of Harasin – his right hand.

Still, one thing was certain.

“Lagadielias… Egonoerias…”

Daltasian repeated the words his right arm had memorized like a spell.

out of sight.

in an inaccessible place.

***

Ceylon told Daltasian the history of the fake and real Harasin.

The god Hara known to the world who reveals himself and commits injustice is the god Hara who is a specter.

We, the true Harasin, will rectify the injustices committed by them, the reckless Harasin.

So don’t be afraid of anything.

If you walk the straight path as a hero, our true Harasin will protect you.

According to Ceylon’s expression, it was uselessly wordy and grandiose, like a middle-aged man, in the tone of his right arm.

Is it because of that?

The language of Ceylon is perverted.

It was delivered to Daltasian in a different form than intended.

Daltasian interpreted the words of his right arm as follows.

[Darkness has fallen over this world now]

[We, the true Harasin, will definitely remove that darkness]

[So do not be afraid of the dark]

[Those who walk the path to the extent of driving out the darkness]

[You must also be a true God Hara, walking the same path as us.]

Kwak.

Daltasian clenched his fists.

The Transcendentalist who saved him acknowledged him.

called a hero

that you are of the same class as yourself.

Daltasian repeated the words again with a face wet with exaltation.

“Lagadielias, Egonoerias.”

Right now at this moment.

A shadow that drives away the darkness, a true member of God Hara was born.

together.

The true purpose of Harasin became clearer and expanded at the same time.

They were no longer enemies of the ghostly Harasin.

He was the enemy of all darkness and evil.

The true leader of Harasin was unknown.

***

Daltasian’s figure, which had been infinitely smaller when I started talking, was back to normal by the end of the story.

no It was larger than the original.

Should I say that the light in his eyes became clearer?

I wondered if it was proof that his broken heart was reattached and returned as a hero.

‘It’s amazing.’

He saved his dying body and even his mind.

Honestly, this can’t happen even if Hwata or the Pope joins hands.

Is it really right to call me a warlock for doing that?

‘I don’t want to become a white wizard, so at least call me a ten wizard.’

Microscopically from Daltasian’s body.

Ah~ I was worried that I could feel the subtle energy of black magic.

The subtlety is at a level that is hard to feel unless it is me, so it will be fine.

“uh?”

Would you even agree with me?

[Achievement cleared!]

Just in time, a window popped up.

*****

[Hey, to proceed with the quest, you have to clear the achievement ‘Seeing the Dawn’]

[How did you get this?]

[Search the dawn on the Internet and see it]

[Something like that]

[I’m trying to tell you, is the bone BORN or BONE?]

[SEE SEE Germination SEE]

[Then isn’t Mr. Dawning?]

[Sorry, but this is a copy in English. I just searched]

[Isn’t SAW more appropriate?]

[Oh you know Chainsaw Man]

[Oh, just f*ck off, assholes].

[Nope? ㅋㅋ Why do we have to listen to your orders?]

[You don’t want to turn off? hahahaha I’m not going to let you know? lol]

[You can create a guild and recruit a ‘level 40 or higher’ ‘alignment: good or higher’ NPC there ㅇㅇ]

[If the number of NPCs recruited from there exceeds a certain number, it leads to the ‘Opening the Dawn’ achievement]

[This is an achievement that must be completed to enter the happy ending route.]

[Oh, for reference, when creating a guild, you must set the guild goal to ‘feat’ ㅇ]

[No, these idiots told me not to tell them, so they diligently tell me.]

[But there are only three guild goals: power, wealth, and honor?]

[How to set feat?]

[How to do it…]

[Ah that lol]

[That’s what I mean]

[Ah, are you crazy?]

***

[Achievement cleared!]

[Achievement: Seeing the Dawn]

“hmm?”

A window popped up in front of my eyes.

‘what? Did you help Daltasian get up?’

It was the same with Ledar the other day, but this achievement-

I don’t know what the hell he is doing.

It doesn’t tell you the conditions or reasons for clearing.

It is not a separate reward.

‘Is that it?’

Come to think of it, there was one thing I noticed.

Right before this achievement clear window opens.

I helped Daltasian.

And, that Daltasian was a hero who had a good influence on the world.

I guessed through him.

I wondered if clearing this achievement was a device that indirectly informed me that my actions had a positive impact on the world.

Or else I can’t help it, but I couldn’t think of anything else at the moment, so I decided to think that way.

Isn’t good good?

-Kikkik

With that thought in mind, I returned to the place where I held ‘Tangled Muñe’, who imitated Daltasian.

An abandoned cellar in a back alley I’ve been looking for for this situation.

There, Muñe was waiting for me in a kneeling position.

The guy was now trapped in the darkness that filled the place.

black magic. It was shadow bondage.

“You… what are you doing…”

Muye, who has a very small body that would not show through any mask or clothes, glared at me with a frown.

Muñé’s appearance was partly boy-like and partly girl-like.

He was both a child and an adult at the same time.

The voice was the same.

I sat cross-legged across from him.

There was no chair, but the darkness took on substance and supported my body.

“Shall we play a game? A question-and-answer game. I ask a question and you answer without lying.”

“…”

At my words, Muñe thought about it and said.

“If you promise to spare me, I will answer all your questions.”

“hahahaha, if I let someone like you out into the world again – wouldn’t that alone be enough reason to be imprisoned in the lowest places of hell?”

“You’re not the kind of person who cares about that, are you?”

“Why did you think that?”

“Why do you think so. Hey warlock. I know how your people gain strength. The amount of attention you receive from the demons you serve is the amount of power you have. And those demons How to get attention.”

Muñye looked at me and smiled mischievously as if he knew everything.

“In order to be as cute as you are from the devil, what on earth would I have to do? I can’t even imagine? So, let’s stop pretending.”

“All I’ve done is click and click and get tired of the characteristics.”

“Click-click…? Characteristic…? What is it?”

“If I tell you, you won’t understand.”

“Okay? Then tell me in an easy way for me to understand.”

“First of all, I don’t think you’ll see anything good. Because you bullied my friend very badly.”

“Really? Then there’s nothing you can do about it.”

sigh.

Muñé smiled a ghostly smile.

Did he hide a trump card?

“Let’s go to the underworld first and wait. As you skin your mother and father you lost as a child, and your half-brother that your prostitute mother gave birth to without your knowledge. Farewell, warlock.”

shiver.

The moment Muñye finished speaking, blood poured out of every pore in his face.

It was an instant death.

A secret number hidden by Muñe.

It was none other than a paddrip hit and a forced shutdown.

“No, what the…!”

It was the time when he was trembling with his overwhelming deal exchange ability.

‘This…!’

power of black magic.

I hurriedly put the mask on.

covered in darkness

The moment I became right-handed mode like that-

-Wooddeuk

Muye’s body, whose thread had been cut, began to move unnaturally.

Suddenly, he opens his eyes and stares at me.

His pupils became windows.

Beyond that, someone was looking at me.

That someone said to me through Muñé’s mouth.

-It was you. A thief who steals from the reaper.

the owner of that voice.

I instinctively realized

A being served by Munye.

Harasin’s Eight Arms-

Among them, it was the arm that reaped.

An enemy that must be defeated to see a happy ending.

As someone who doesn’t know much about the game, there’s almost no way to keep track of anything other than following the storyline.

the enemy

It has now appeared in front of me.

For some reason, he borrowed the power of black magic, the head of the group of assassins.

That gave me a brief moment of bewilderment.

Then, it gave me great pleasure.

I opened my eyes as hard as I could inside the mask.

＜Ceylon (Warlock)＞

Level: 100

“…!”

A dark cellar where very little outside light leaked in.

A pitch-darkness descended on the place, where the former darkness was brightly felt.

In that darkness, my arms were facing each other.

It was a guy who looked exactly like the one I saw in a picture in the community one day.

An old man who looks like an old spider with only two legs left.

Originally, he must have intended to show off his strength and superiority through a toy called Munye.

But now I have become the opposite.

I grabbed the guy hiding behind the window by the hair and forcibly pulled him out, leaving him a target.

“It’s a specter. I can finally see you. I can feel you.”

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It’s not just words, it’s real.

It’s because it’s so far away, if it took a day or two, I would have rode a horse right away.

“What the hell is this…!”

Embarrassed reaping arm.

I said to the guy.

“You spirits who lost their duty and fell. Our true Harasin has returned. To right the wrongs of you.”

Thank you for appearing in front of me first.

I’ll see you soon with a gift.

***

Two days after the Udang Tangtang Daltasian Naked Incident.

Miss Huivien and I had a meeting at a different cafe than before.

“Are they them?”

Miss Huivien pointed at ‘those people’ standing behind me.

“hehehehe…”

A bald head smiling servilely in front of the majesty of the lady of the great family.

“…”

An elf woman who is intimidated but pretends to be okay.

“…”

And Daltasian, whose eyes are excessively sparkling.

It was a Daltasian party.

“Yes. As far as I know, they are the most suitable people in Arien for this job.”

Miss Huivien nodded.

“Once I got to know them, I’m sure they’re people you can confidently recommend.”

“hahahaha, that’s good.”

…

…

…

“so-“

No matter how much I waited, Miss Huivien did not bring up the story, so I eventually brought up the story first.

“Who are they…?”

I pointed to the people standing behind Miss Huivien.

In fact, I was able to guess their identities enough without asking.

The atmosphere was very similar to a Daltasian party.

Yes.

Like the Daltasian Party, they are adventurous.

Like the Daltasian Party, they are adventurers, but unlike the Daltasian Party, they were wearing something on their forearms.

it was an armband.

An armband embroidered with a green horse, the pattern of the Leolian family.

“under…”

Miss Huivien sighed and rubbed her forehead with the palm of her hand.

“I’m sorry. My mother noticed and sent support.”

A top-level adventurer’s party sponsored by the Leolian family.

They looked at the Daltasian party I brought with arrogant eyes.