Reader's Double Track Recovery Log

6.

Cherry blossom hair flutters.

Tisie stood still and followed the afterimage with her eyes.

At first she was very wary, but that woman, who looked like a familiar hero, did not do him any harm. Just circling around.

'You're insane.’

Tish couldn't do anything with such thoughts. He was apparently armed with the ultimate equipment of a ball-grocer, but in one-on-one situations he still had to stick to passive fighting methods. Even if it takes time in this way, there are no other sharp countermeasures.

I'm a fairy hero? If you throw away provocations as often as before, I will try to soothe your boredom.

Tiamia, a lump of self-consciousness, was quiet as if she had become someone else. In his daydream, he tried many things, but the fairy hero did not see a small gap like a machine that performed only the prescribed functions.

Fortunately the tedious confrontation was soon over.

“·········.”

Tiamia, who paused for a moment, soon quickly left the scene. When Tishier turned his head, he saw Blissyel Clans approaching.

Iden asks.

"What happened?”

"I saw a fairy hero."

When I answered that, Iden was startled. Tishier described the detailed features of Tiamia, who had just confronted him. At a moment of embarrassment, Aiden nodded calmly.

" It's a fake made of noface."

"Fake?"

"Yes, it's possible if she ripped off her own face before she died."

In the original work, he couldn't do this because he had no situation, but in theory, it is possible enough.

Although the forest was on fire, you just have to make a ball joint doll a little further away and toss the face leather correctly. It's a feat that can't be imitated with good workmanship, but it's not impossible if you're a master of throwing techniques whose [sense] figures are in your mid-20s.

He was lost in thought for a moment.

'Is it a Tiamese doll? She's got a lot of things, too. Did he want to bother his descendants so much until his death?’

There are a few tricky points.

For now, since the body of Noface is a ball joint doll, the curse of cutting the vitality does not work. Of course there are weaknesses. Injury to the skin of the face greatly reduces the function of the doll, and it is impossible to heal through the divine magic of the church.

The strength of being able to reproduce the strong man's life almost perfectly and behave as he pleases is that his spine cools down, but the disadvantage that facial leather itself is virtually a consumable product is fatal.

After a short thought, he came up with some measures in his head and said, looking at Tishier.

"You'll have to fight her or Irmockwy again in a very close place. Follow me."

7.

Ttuk- Waterdrops touch your forehead.

Epio opened his eyes.

"···여긴?"

"My temporary workshop."

It was a voice that was as neat as jade rolling, on the one hand, with a sense of gloom. Irmockwi, who answered Epio, was looking at him from afar.

"Five heroes, ··!"

Knock, knock!

I tried to rush at once, but my limbs caught something and didn't move. A chain made of unidentified metal was binding arms and legs.

Realizing that it was an unfavorable situation, Epio calmly observed the surroundings instead of running wild in anger.

The place where he was bound was above the red peak, which seemed to have been carved from a cliff. There was a cramped downhill on both sides, and Irmockwi stands triumphantly on the ground at the end of the downhill.

At first glance, the height difference seems to be about 30 meters.

He shouted with evil spirits.

"Flame! Where are you!"

[·· 봐 봐 봐 Look ahead.

Epio looked surprised and saw the direction of the electric shock. Perhaps there are familiar samples lying just a few steps away from him.

"Well, you're safe. The peak was red, so I didn't know even though I was close."

[It's no time for such chatter.

For some reason, with a note of impatience, Epio kept his mouth shut and continued his observation. Looking at it closely, there is an unidentified magic circle drawn around Plevellijam and himself.

It looked very suspicious, but Epio was so ignorant of magic that he could not understand the meaning at all.

"Multiple brothers! What a mess!"

"My name is Irmockwee. It's rude to call a lady that, so you want her to know? Well, that doesn't really matter. Let's call a special guest at this point."

Someone walked out of the back of Irmock, who shook his index finger as if it were plastic.

Epio opened his eyes wide. There stood Eustacio, the devil contractor that Blisspiel Clan knocked down six years ago. And to his surprise, Bisanya is asleep in his arms.

Epio mumbled in the absence of words.

"What are you doing now after you've bullied Bisanya so much?"”

Ustacio, who looked at Epio with subdued eyes instead of an answer, carefully laid Bisanya's body down on the blanket. Soon she opened her eyes after tossing and turning. Her face suddenly turned pale as she stared blankly at her father sitting right next to her.

"Da, you, ···"

“·········.”

Even after seeing her shivering, Eustacio gave no response. But the next moment, he did something very surprising.

He hugged Bisanya tightly.

From fear to embarrassment, from embarrassment to doubt, her expression changes moment by moment.

"··어어, uh, why?"

"I'm sorry."

Eustacio opened his mouth for the first time.

"It wasn't my intention to bother you so far."

“·········.”

"The study of the forces of the devil was essential for the empire and for the world. So I purposely cold-heartedly treated you as a blood relative. Once you got attached, you couldn't have continued the experiment."

“············.”

"All the sacks of the Kovarubias family are still alive. I'll let you meet anytime if this is over."

“···············.”

For Visanya, who has always been subjected to harsh abuse, that attitude of Eustacio was a shock itself. My hair turns white.

Is the story you just heard true?

"That can't be true, Bisanya! Don't be swept away by sweet words! Remind me what that damn bastard did to you!"

After a long pause, she came to her senses only after hearing the cry of Epio. Struggling off Eustacio, she began punching for the first time in her life.

"Lies, lies, words!"

Puck! Puck!

With his eyes closed, Eustacio calmly accepted her violence. As if to atone for my fault.

This stimulated her deeper.

Puck! Puck! Puck!

Bisanya, who was continuing her beating, soon realized. Such a poor fist will not hurt a superman like his biological father. He set his nails sharp and focused his mana on them. And scratches his face. Red lines appeared on the faces of the U.S. and China.

Eustacio did not rebel at all. I just accept unilateral violence.

From behind, Irmockwee killed himself.

"That's why ignorance is ridiculous. Lady, why are you only venting your anger on YOUTH?”

"Yee, this too! That too! Well, all of it! All I've ever had was hard! It's his fault! All the pain that Epio went through until he saved me, ···."

Irmockwee fixed his face on Vissanya's story. And look in the direction of Epio.

"The reason you've been through all this, even though it's the boy and his knife that saved you?”

"······?"?"?"?"

Bisanya's body stopped to injure Eustacio again. conspicuous agitation Irmockwee laughed low.

"What are you talking about?"

"You wouldn't believe it if you said it. I'll show you the evidence.”

Irmockwee approached the magic team's terminal.

To succeed in this ritual, you need freshly squeezed dragon blood. Only for this work, the main body had to come to the workshop in person.

The left hand of Irmockwee has blue scales reminiscent of reptiles. She slightly ripped her left hand and dropped a drop of blood on the magic wand's terminal.

Yay!

Then there was a dazzling glow of magic on the peak surrounding Plevellijam and Epio.

8.

An old friend is calling himself. Even Bergow, who had long lost his reason and turned into a beast, was driven by his longing.

And

Yay!

The gates were held simultaneously in Irmockwee's temporary workshop. Black and evil-minded monsters appear in this workshop across the Spirits.

"To Irmockwee's checkout! You have succeeded in summoning the devil!"

Irmockwee exclaimed excitedly.

"Flevelziam! The hosts you've corrupted before! Isn't it incredibly nice to see you again?"

·········.

Ego of the Dragon Sword could not speak.

"An old partner of Flemish?" These guys?"

Epio saw demons suddenly appearing with shaky eyes.

I can feel a vibe similar to Eustacio's contract demon, Terpartijan. This is what Plevellijam did to those who were originally human.

"That dragon-sword guy. I tried to revive the 66 demons through the medium of human spirit. It was based on the cause to confront Yong-shin, who will be revived someday. The result is these poor people. You're only prepared for the threat they're bringing to the continent? And in the process, he became an indescribably evil contractor.”

"He, the story, ···"

"The main cause of your hardship, Terpartijan, is from a host with him a long time ago. The difference is that he became a demon for some purpose and was trapped in this chain. Anyway, it's time for our lady Bisanya, who has the greatest talent as a spirit, to play an active role.”

Visanya raised her eyes wide.

"Me?"

"Yes. The resurgent demons, in fact, are supposed to rally their power to a certain being in line with the call of Plevelziam. If I were to be possessed now... The target is that little boy."

Irmockwee pointed to Epio.

"But he's still not the black sheep to control the demons. The demons are bound to explode, and something big will happen to the world. Before that happens, you can force Epio to sign a contract with him, and then blow himself up with that guy who's become evil. This is a golden opportunity, with the devil's power still weak?"

Flap!

Vissanya shuddered and collapsed.

There's going to be a disaster in the world, and we have to sacrifice Epio to stop it?

I don't want to think about anything more. Irmockwee came up to her like that and whispered a sweet stories.

"It's a chance to be the savior of the world. I can't stay in Blisspiel Clan any longer, but why don't you meet your family again and live with them?”

"But Epio is guilty of nothing..."

"You don't think there is?”

Irmockwee laughed ominously.

8.

Epio was dragged through the Spirit to the workshop.

This is impossible without the devil.

But you know he was far from evil.

'I feel like a demon's presence in that' But I can't feel any closer. It's been a mystery ever since we first met on our own.’

And I was sure when I saw Epio, a few years later, that was not demonized at all.

A thousand years ago.

The mental bodies that fell with meteorite-bearing meteorites.

It is one of the "born children of stars."

'I'm sure he got his body a lot later than his peers. I don't know exactly if it was just a slip of the tongue or if the others had used their means to protect them with their mental bodies for a long time, but it's probably the latter.’

Epio was able to enter the Spirits because he was different from humans in its essence. Anyway, she's lucky. It could be used as a medium to rally demons, de facto subspecies.

"Well, why is it the Epio's fault?”

"I just told you, didn' If the demons are gathered now, the subject of the ice is that little boy. It means that the children of the meteor were originally designated as vessels for the devil. It's probably no coincidence that he showed up at just this time, or that Plevellijam met him."

There is no child left of the meteor.

At least within this Prima continent.

Until we found Epio, so did Irmockwee.

But there is one thing that even she was suspicious about. If there was really not a single child of the meteor that would be a cohesion left, the demons crouched for purpose would also have lost their place to go and collapsed themselves. Terpartijan, who locked himself in a dungeon and waited for the right time, is no exception.

Even before he even reached the University of Eustacio.

In a word, that boy was one of the fundamental causes of the Wibble empire's so long possessed of demons. Secondly, Eustacio was the one who started studying demons and provided an opportunity to look into Visanya.

"Well, he didn't mean it. Do you understand, Miss Bisanya?"

“·········.”

The girl has a look of spirit.

Irmockwi shed a smile.

How does it feel to find out that the boy who saved himself from the depths of despair was actually one of the masters of everything?

Irmockwi turned to Eustacio. Whether it is unpleasant to the wounds inflicted on Bisanya or not, it looks very distorted. There is no trace of the calmness shown just now.

'All you have to do is hit the core of Terpartijan, which is integrated with the rest of Guns, and Youth, against Vissanya, who signed with Epio.'

Then everything comes into their hands.

The last remaining child of the meteor, the dragon sword used by the meteor's child, the countless demons he prepared to overthrow the dragon, and the ultimate talent of the devil's contractor.

It's like killing two birds with one stone.

"Come on, let's go."

Irmockwi and Eustacio helped the mentally unstable Visanya. Shocked, they seem to have no time to think about what the two are up to.

The red-haired boy looked at them with a stiff look on his face.

'Claire, ··'

He recalled his stepfather's face.

Really, I missed him.

But none other than Epio was the cause of her despair. I didn't mean it myself. Can I, however, step on a girl hurt by his presence?

Three people came to the front of the peak.

'I'm sorry, Claire. I don't think I can go see you.’

The faintly smiling young man opened his mouth.

"Bissanya."

“···?”

"You may sacrifice me."

At some point, there was not even a hint left in the eyes of Epio. Looking at Bisanya staring blankly at him, he continues to talk.

"Visanya lives her life. But let me ask you one thing. Someday, if you ever meet Claire, tell her I gave my life for everyone. I'm sure you'll be proud.”

Epio grinned broadly.

“·········.”

Suddenly, Bisanya's eyes were filled with water. It was an underground cavity with only a few lanterns illuminating its surroundings, but she couldn't look at Epio properly because of her glare.

It was like the sun that drove away any darkness at once.