Kidnapped Dragons

Chapter 19. The Deepest Place of Abyss (1)

I bought liquor in an unknown mood.

Twenty-nine year old bourbon whisky at 70 degrees.

That's ten bottles, too.

My daughter and..... the heavy glass bottles hit me in the leather bag.

Back in the dormitory, spring, summer, fall, winter. And the guardian was sitting in the living room playing board games together.

It was a game for five.

So he quietly headed to his room. Hey, mister. Play with me! The janitor's too bad! ’Autumn summoned him, but he wielded his hand.

I entered the room and won a bottle of liquor.

Sitting leaning against the wall, he sipped without much rest. It has a sweetness and a rich aroma that is unique to bourbon whisky. It is a body that I would not normally be able to take, but he has managed to bring down the metabolic action of my body to human level.

The moonlight was coming out the window. It's a good day to get drunk.

The regent thought so.

Even if it was two or three times in the past, Yu Hyeong-tae lived with alcohol like today. It was because at the moment of taking a break from complex world history.

As part of his initial repetition, he also complained, showing someone his wounds. I'm having a hard time. I feel so sorry for you. Over and over again, however, he realizes that it is foolish to lean on such relentless consolation. After all, nothing has changed in the reality of the comforts of someone.

The world has changed a few times, leaving it behind and rewinding it as it should be. A man who was more ordinary than anyone, left alone, had to accept it.

So he didn't want anyone to understand. Others could not fully empathize with him, nor could they comfort themselves. Alcohol lost its meaning as there was no consolation for him.

So he stopped getting drunk.

Today's liquor was also just a whiff.

It was his fourth illness that he was deeply intoxicated.

‘It's time. My lord.’

With his brains, the self-doctor touches and passes.

Maintenance took place at ease. At that moment, he smelled of dark alcohol from his whole body. He pushed the spirit out of his skin.

‘I will transmit the memory. ’

Self-determination has been transmitting memories to Keeping.

Things I've seen and heard in the past week.

Maintenance looked at them daily and projected them into my head.

Information about the 70-person attack squad.

Report on the movement of Prototype X.

The wrath of Yuan, who lost his beloved countryman.

And a few meetings of the Demons.

‘Do you want to make your own move about the event? ’

Maintenance was positive.

Time was already dawn. After completing the choreography, he came out of the hallway to leave.

The eyes of the oligarchs, facing him in the darkness.

“What are you doing? I'm not sleeping. ”

“Where are you going? ”

“Go out for a while. ”

Spring looked at him with a strange expression as usual.

His eyes looked at him, but he seemed to be looking somewhere far away.

It was time for him to be overcome.

The spring moved and blocked his front.

“Why."

“I'm coming with you. ”

“No. ”

“I won't harm you. ”

“What did you see? Isn't that right?”

“... I can't say. Just know that you need me. ”

I think I've seen something.

Anyway, you can't.

“There you go. I'll be right back. ”

When he tried to leave, the spring stopped him again.

If I turn my body this way, I block this way, and if I turn that way, I block that way.

He said in a low voice.

“Spring.”

“ ……. ”

“I'm going to my room and I'm waiting. ”

“... Why won't you take me? ”

“Things you don't need to know. It's not good to be on your own. So come on out. Hang in there and you'll be tied to a chair. ”

Van was serious.

“No. ”

“Yubom.”

“No. You can't go alone. ”

Today he was a little stiffer. I didn't think I'd be disappointed.

Maintenance set the day slightly and was refined. Then I walked next to the spring. Spring did not stop him when he became surprised.

That was when he wore shoes in his shoes.

Something hugs his waist.

It was the two arms of spring.

“Hey.”

“ ……. ”

“You're not gonna let go of this? ”

A slightly irritated voice flows.

“Do you think I should protect you because I'm a child...? ”

“What?”

“Without showing me anything bad. I want to keep you away from the dirt. Do you think we're going to be happy if we fill in the good stuff like that? ”

Spring thought was right.

Seeing the filth was enough for one regent.

The dragons don't have to see that. I didn't even need to know.

I heard the voice of spring behind my back.

“... Do you know what it's like to live as a Green Clan dragon? ”

Like a breath of vomit, Spring said so against his back.

The life of a green dragon who sees providence.

It was an unknown object, even as a regent.

Anyway, I didn't have time to do this with him right now.

“I don't know. I can't take you now. So let it go when you say something good. I'm not kidding. ”

“ ……. ”

My arms are fluttering.

Before I went out in my shoes, I looked around, and he was holding something.

Spring was holding the Guardian's Longsword as a sword.

“What is it?”

“I borrowed it during the day. ”

Spring hesitated for a moment, he added.

“Mister, if only. I really don't want to do this when I have work to do. What are you going to do? ”

“I have to. Unconditional. ”

“Even if someone hates it? Or does it have to be someone who suffers? ”

He looked quietly at the spring.

There are many things in the world that need to be done with a sense of duty.

You don't have to do any of that.

“... I have to. ”

But some things must be done, even if everyone in the world hates and suffers.

“... Really? If you don't want to die enough, if you have to, you're right, right? ”

He thought about why spring did this.

He saw something with providence.

I have to do something about it.

That's what you don't want to do.

“I think I'm too young…… I know I have to. I know, really, I... ”

Once again, the spring hesitated, slowly giving him the longsword.

“... I didn't want to give this to you. ”

He looks at the face of spring.

An eye that still doesn't know what you're thinking. Today, however, it looked particularly sad.

He takes the sword.

* * *

70-person Strike Force of the International Federation of Hunters.

The target of this 70-person attack is S ― Class Dungeon, the boss of the 'Kraken’ in the ‘Sea of Hetheia’. Of course, to minimize casualties, name-valued strongmen were also gathered in the Federation.

Individuals were superheroes with a power of more than 0.5%. By analogy, the combat power of the 70-person offensive confronted the military power of the developing world.

And their leader was the executive of the International Federation of Hunters, the world's 90th superpower.

His name is…….

“Sirish Rhinoskeda. ”

Silver eyeglasses.

A man with an intellectual face faced with an uncomfortable look.

“Are you Japanese? ”

“I live near it. Do you understand my opinion? ”

Maintenance ripped his face off.

The good of a man caught in chaos is a light evil. It's not mine.

However, in contact with the Demons, I put the invisible Demon, Prototype X, into the attack zone.

I made a big mistake.

“You're asking me to give you a spot on the 70-person strike force? You want to see all the profiles? ”

“Yes.”

“You... seem a little strong. But it sounds so absurd, doesn't it? ”

“That's absurd? ”

“The Dungeon Attack is tomorrow morning. It doesn't add up, it doesn't add up, it doesn't mean it's a federation slowdown. Even your identity is opaque. I'll put you in here with what I believe. It's absurd to be so confident. ”

“ ……. ”

Maintenance was not consistent.

“on a subject that doesn't reveal my identity. I don't know how else you know this place, but do you think the Federation looks like a dog dick? ”

“So you won't do it? ”

“... You're too arrogant. ”

A glimmer of light burst into Ryunosuke's hands. At that moment, his left hand had a bow, and his right hand had an arrow.

Switching.

In an instant, Rhinoske protested by feeding and pulling arrows.

The next moment, the keeper grabs the arrow that was fired and plunges it into his left wrist. The arrow through the wrist is halfway to the table.

Rhinoske misses the bow.

“ ……! ”

What happened in the blink of an eye. Rhinoske gives an impression of pain.

“Damn it. You look like an unexpected giant. ”

Despite the piercing of one hand by the arrow, Rhinoske smiles relaxed and raises his glasses with the other hand.

But the thumping couldn't stop the beating of the heart.

“But what if I refuse? ”

“I don't know. I have to flip your skin. ”

“I haven't seen you in a while. The old man's skin must be pretty tough. Maybe flipping over..... ”

Rhinoske, who was forced to spare, looked at the man's eyes and stopped speaking.

He was one of the rankers praised as the Twelve New Apostles in Japan. Though he only took the last seat, he was strong, and I had never thought that I would be afraid of seeing any superman for more than twenty years.

But now I was afraid of the man's gaze.

Cool sweat forms on the forehead.

You should avoid the seat.

Moved at the moment of judgment.

Rhinoske emits a beam of light from his body. The office was covered with light.

"Light Line (A)"

It's a manoeuvring skill that blocks vision and senses.

Rhinoske raises his wrist from the arrow. The wound frictioned against the arrow and blood splattered. I felt a bone on my wrist when I was caught in a metal collar. Wounds happen, but I couldn't do it.

He pondered for a while. Shall we break the exterior walls of the building and flee? No, I'm rich in chances of being chased. So he blows himself to the wall inside the office.

Beyond that wall is an emergency escape teleport machine. It's hard to track down the location, so you can get away.

But beyond the office and into the room of the teleport machine, he would stop his feet.

A long sword reaches through the open door and digs into his mouth.

“ ……! ”

Rhinoske stiffens with a sword in his mouth.

Soon the door will open.

What came out of it was a curious man who had just been in the office.

Boom, boom.

A man walks slowly as he pushes the sword with a deep sword in his mouth. To keep his neck from being pierced, Rhinoske steps back in line with the man's hand.

So Rhinoske had to step back and enter the office he had just left.

Shortly thereafter, the 70-person strike force became 71.

“Here it is. ”

Then a woman walked in, opening the door of the office.

Older woman. A hair that is scratchy with a crooked foot.

The director of the institute, Vera, was a self-preserving figure who flipped over the leather.

She handed over the paperwork to Maintenance.

“We found a profile of 70 people. ”

“Yes.”

Maintenance posted a profile. Then I checked the faces and names of the people one by one.

“…… my lord. ”

Self-determination spoke to him cautiously.