Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

Suddenly, but let's conclude.

Flim became the "Sacrid Carrier".

- But only half.

"... I don't think anything in particular has changed...?

Flim, who received a crack in the artifact "Empathy (Ashmirate)", looked around his hands and feet as he rocked a long brunette twin tail.

In contrast, Mr. Villey chuckles.

"Naturally. Divided artifacts mean little more than that. For better or worse, there should be no abnormality."

"Phew...?

Did you think something flashy would happen, my childhood tame? A little unfortunately - no, I gaveled at him looking bored, holding down with my own two hands the middle of my chest where Mr. Villey's palm was hitting until just now.

"- Oh, but you feel like you know [there's something], this"

"Yes." Becoming an artifact holder creates a new special sensory organ. This allows us to sense the presence of artifacts in ourselves and the fluctuations of the forces emitted by others. "

Rosé pales into a flim that shows mild confusion in her first senses. Heh, and Flim impressed me like some other HR.

Well, let's explain it in order.

What are we doing right now?

The artifact retrieved from Romnick, "Empathy." This is a discussion of its ownership.

No, to be even more precise, is that the previous stage?

Two days have already passed since I won the duel with Romnick - that is, since I passed out with Mr. Villey's kiss.

That was the first thing in the morning, just before we left for Explore. Suddenly, Mr. Villey contacted me saying, 'I gave up the artifact from Romnick, so I want to meet him in person and talk to him'.

It was totally water in my sleeping ear.

Although I had guessed that Mr. Villey's purpose was Romnick's artifact, it was because, as promised in advance, I thought it would be ceded after the two duels.

When Romnick and I decided to make a duel, Mr. Villey was putting certain conditions on him. If I win the dawn, Romnick won't have to fight Mr. Villey at a later date - odd terms at first glance.

I didn't dare ask because I could have guessed without asking, but that was probably an arithmetic to take possession of the artifact by a proper duel.

So, sooner or later, if Romnick recovers, there will be another duel, and I was assuming that Mr. Villey would win in a planned harmonious way.

"Fortunately, we only had a piece to discuss. It's a shame you can't fight, but it's a good thing you don't have any trouble."

is Mr. Villey's valve for visiting our base (base). However, even though it is doubtful whether what she calls a 'discussion' is the same as what I think of a discussion.

Nonetheless, the artifact is there.

That day, he rushed to the hospital where Romnick was held, still to confirm the rules of the next duel, and to monitor him from escaping.

I was put in charge of the emergency ward for the whole day. Romnick, who managed to recover from a condition that was on the verge of a meat mass by an advanced healing ceremony, said he had already modulated his spirit at that time.

I don't know what to say, but I'm really the one who says it.

He's traumatized.

Maybe the last streak (rush) has become the deciding factor.

It should have been only a moment in time, but the fist rain I let down engraved a deep wound in Romnick's heart. As a result, Romnick said, he began to show fierce rejection of the fight itself and even reject everything that was reminiscent of the fight.

For that reason, naturally, the promise of a duel with Mr. Villey was broken and, on the contrary, he even said, 'I will gladly give you something horrible about artifacts'.

"I can't watch very well. It seemed to me. A man who was so confident, as if he were someone else. I thought I unilaterally claimed it in a screaming way, and then I turned my back to like it when I cooked it and boiled it..."

Yeah, don't come near me. I'll give you the artifact. Take it. Then don't show me its face again. You got it. You absolutely got it. Come on. Just go away - and from Romnick, who aroused around the corner of the room with about a little kid's tantrum, Mr. Villey and Mr. Karel said they worked together to extract the artifact.

This is the first time I've ever learned that artifacts are concepts, so it's possible to split them as long as the conditions are in place. If you ask me, the "fusion (union)" that Siglos had handled in the same way is now owned by Mr. Villey and Mr. Karel.

If you dig back into your memory, Mr. Villey did say this before.

Flim's "I mean, what's going on with that Siglos artifact now? 'Whereas the question

'[It's here]. Only half, though' -. That's what she answered.

Why did Mr. Villey come all the way to our base this time?

"First, I'll give you half of my empathy. Let's talk about ownership of artifacts later. That's fair."

Apart from not wanting to, the right to own the artifact rests with me, who won the duel, and Mr. Villey, who negotiated and received the transfer. Although this can be divided into two parts, it is in fact also meaningless if it is not put together in one. Again, I want to discuss and decide which one owns it, but in order to create a fair situation with each other before that, I want you to first receive half of the "empathy" - that was what Mr. Villey said.

In contrast, we all showed difficulty.

It is an artifact. Besides, Romnick had "empathy." It's a hell of a substitute for being able to read the five senses, thoughts, and memories of others, even if it's only half as much. I don't know how powerful a weapon would be.

"... I care if you say you care, but it's not like you can peek into someone else's privacy on a boulder..."

Intriguing but slightly pulling flims,

"I'm fine." Excel is too much power. "

Mr. Rosé pulls himself out.

I also agree with Flim that the ability to see other people's hearts and minds is likely to lose something important on the contrary.

Then the only thing left is Hannu on my lap.

"... Hanu?

When I called to the tiny silver head just below my jaw, the twirling, etherochromia of pale and gold looked up at me.

"Rat. If you don't, you'll know you don't have to ask?

Kufu, and giggling golden silver eyes blink is the light of rejection, after all.

"Uh... uh. That, Mr. Villey? I'm so sorry, do you think we'd like to be a little reluctant..."

I can't say 'I don't want' straight. I tried to turn it down a long way, but Mr. Villey was Mr. Villey and a stubborn Jen.

Mr. Villey shakes his neck to the side and rocks a golden shiny ponytail.

"No, I'm sorry about that. And even if it's only half, the artifact is an artifact. The other day, for example, Romnick stormed the artifact. With this, you wouldn't have had to be affected by that power. Isn't that important?

Mr. Villey turned his deep red gaze to the flim. As soon as, pimp, and brunette twin tail react like a raven's ear.

"-! Hey, is that true?

"Yeah, it's true. In fact, me and Karellen are things that weren't affected. So do you, Mr. Rosé?

"Yes, that's true." Artifact holders have stronger resistance to the power of artifacts than ordinary people. It's just - I can't say for sure that even a single crack in two has that power. "

Speaking of which, I recall. When Mr. Rose was about to be deprived of the artifact "Excel" by Siglos, I was frightened and stood still, and I must have made it because of that resistance.

"There's no doubt about it. In fact, although me and Karellen conveniently possess 1.5 artifacts. Increasing resistance to other artifacts is what we feel through ourselves"

To Mr. Villey's assertion, Flim's twin tail pinned.

- I don't think so, but actually, that hair, it's not being replaced or modified by the weaponry already developed by Flim...?

"Yes! Yes, yes! That's a quick story. If you can prevent something like that from happening the other day, Atashi will gladly receive it, half of that artifact!

"Good. I thought you'd say that, Mr. Flim."

Mr. Villey smiles at Flim, who suddenly raises his hand in disorientation.

I still say or what. I've been thinking for a while now that Mr. Villey is a pretty good plotter or something - and yes, he's surprisingly stubborn. Even now, I must have said it like sniping at her because I was watching a scene where Flim was putting a complaint in the 'broadcaster'.

Did I just say that boulders are the leaders of clusters responsible for the corner of the top group?

Mr. Villey's middle name 'Fan' indicates that he is a gateway nobleman to the Sword Kingdom and the prestigious Dairies. That's why Mr. Villey has an image of being clean and white, but it makes me feel painful that that was just a assumption.

If you think about it, it's a natural story, and you can't possibly do it. Explorer's world is an enchanting cave. It's an iron fire that you can't do when you're ready to live. If we're going to survive in such a state, at a young height, we're still determined to need a mentality that's not usually in line.

It was supposed to be intentional too.

"Then I will give you half the artifact" empathy ". Come here, Mr. Flim."

So it leads to the beginning interaction.

The transfer of the artifact ended so quickly that it clapped out.

When Mr. Villey placed his right palm in the middle of Flim's chest, the two "SEALs" slowly aroused. Ice blue and pure purple glow run through the skin of the two, each drawing a geometric pattern. Eventually I wondered if I had repeatedly blinked so that the two-colored light would breathe.

"... yes, that's it"

Lightly. One of Mr. Villey's words signaled the completion of the assignment. Dozens of seconds in time. The flashy effects I had hoped for somewhere in my mind were not seen to end.

"- This. Come on, I somehow know you have an artifact in you, but how do you feel about someone else's guy? Oh, Mr. Rose, I'm sorry, but can you let me give it a try?

It feels like I've got a rare toy, and Flim shakes to Mr. Rosé, 'Try a little artifact'.

"Yes. Are you sure about this?

Rosé inspired SEAL. A peacock-colored brilliance gently strokes the masked faceless surface.

Technically, the power of the artifact has nothing to do with "SEAL," and it seems that it can be used even in extreme stories, where the glitter marks are as paralyzed as I am today. But Rosé said that, strangely, when you activate the power of the artifact, nature and "SEAL" also move? In short, is it like that one? It's like if I tried to move my little finger on my hand, my drug finger would also move with me for some reason.

"... uh, I see. This, yeah, yeah, I know, this feels like it.... um... it's a strange feeling, this... what do you say? Skin sensation or smell...... like this, feels like it sounds inside your body?

Yeah, I have no idea what Flim's talking about.

What do you mean, you don't know?

Hannu said what I thought straight.

"I don't know what else to do. It's hard to explain."

Turn toward me and Hannu, who are all leaning their little necks in the same direction, and Flim pointing his lips.

"As I said earlier, it is a special sensory organ, so no one other than the" artifact holder "knows for sure. Plus, I hear people have their own way of feeling it. Earlier, Mr. Flim said" skin sensation "and" smell ", but in my case, I am sensing artifacts by either" hearing "or" sight ", and then" touch "- the heat I feel on my skin. Of course, I have some sense of smell and taste."

"Bizarre encounter, I also feel particularly" cold ", contrary to Mr. Rosé. I hear it like a little bell, it's getting cold."

Mr. Villey takes a ride to Rosé's commentary. It is quite ironic that Mr. Villey, manipulating a pale flame, senses the presence of the artifact by the cold.

"Hot or cold? Hmm... Atashi's are a little different. It feels like something stings, and the sound... the sound of a wave? Like?"

"What, isn't it so fragmented? So is that what you really know about artifacts and their existence?

Ha, he exhaled in disgust, and Hannu knocked himself back and deposited his back of his head in my chest. Shizuku, I am a chair dealer. Well, even for me, I'm not full because my nostalgia pops.

"Multiple reactions stimulate the five senses at the same time, so as a whole, I will limit myself to one word of" discomfort ". It's a feeling that you never feel in everyday life, so as a result, you can naturally recognize that it's the power of artifacts."

Just like when you train me in martial arts, Mr. Rosé gives a pale, well-reasoned explanation.

Flim somehow brought his nose closer to Mr. Rosé's fluffy ash gray hair,

"That's right, something that smells different now than the usual Mr. Rosé. It's so sweet, but elegant... I've never bought an expensive perfume, but is it like this?

Kun, and sniff around Mr. Rose's head like a dog. Apparently Flim tends to capture the power of the artifact with the sharpest sense of smell. Mr. Rosé also looks a bit surreal, as he is left to exchange flat.

- Flim twin tails are voluminous there, so depending on what you look at them, they're not even invisible to the dog's ear...?

And so on, thinking blurry.

"... hey, you didn't say anything from earlier, but if you look at my face, I don't know what you're thinking, Hart?

"What?"

Suddenly, I was surprised when the amethyst's hanging eyes looked at me.

"You thought you were like a dog and stupid, or something, right now?

"What!? No, no, no, no, no, no. I..."

Oh, that, why? The only "empathy" in the flim is half, so you shouldn't be able to use your mind reading power -!?

I have Hannu on my lap, but I can't move because of it, and I feel a flutter in my heart. You can't even run away with Hanu down. As you're deceiving, Flim approaches slightly, holding a piece of your prized twin tail in your hand,

"Go."

Pei, and he slapped his black hair in my face like a whip.

"Aww."

It didn't even hurt a lot, but it sounded slightly better, so I accidentally get a voice.

Flim grips his long hair with his hands like a rope and wraps it around my neck so it flows in a familiar motion.

"Not at all... because your sister says she's acting thinking about the future, but that's what your disciple, Anthony, is like - huh?

Flim's movement, which was about to tighten my neck with dark hair, stopped unexpectedly perfectly.

……

Flims that stiffen the eyes of purple crystals with a patchy twinkle make me a kyoton, too.

"What's the matter, Flim?

I guess Hannu thought it was strange too. And he lifted up his temple, and looked up at the stiffened flim like a stone statue.

My cousin frowned suspiciously and muttered in a low voice.

"... you smell something...?

"What?"

I was stiff, too, as I was thrilled by the nonlistening dialogue.

Flim puts his face close to my head and squeals his nose.

"Hey."

"Something smells weird from you... I don't know, this...?

At first I wonder if I was smelling it around my head, moving my face one after the other to my ears, nods, and throat, and Flim tries to sniff something out.

I'm in a hurry. [M]

"Oh, uh, what, me, do you smell that weird? So, but I take a proper bath every day, and my clothes..."

I'm laundry, faster than that.

"Hey, Mr. Rose, Mr. Villey. Hey, I'm sorry, can you come over here?

With my nose stuck to my shoulder, a little bit, Flim invited them both in.

――

To Flim's call, whose hands are tedious but whose voice is only pressing, Mr. Rose and Mr. Villey looked at each other in the face during the bundle.

"What is it?

"What's the matter, Mr. Flim?

But you perceived something from Flim's atmosphere, and the two of them get up off the couch and come over here.

- No, no, wait? Wait, wait, wait!? Could it be... could it possibly be!? Ma, no way -!?

"I'm not sure what it is, but you smell strange from Hart. It's like an artifact, it's like it's not... why don't you both check it out for a second?

"Uh-huh, uh-huh!?

Even more to Mr. Rose and Mr. Villey on this, even though I'm quite ashamed to just be sniffed like this by my cousin and child-friendly flim!?

"Hey, I guess it's Kiki's fault, Flim!? I took a proper bath yesterday!? I'm still in front of Explore, so I'm not sweating, and I'm washing my clothes properly!?

"That's not the problem, idiot."

The palms that just invited Mr. Rosé and the others, pounding, can be put on my head in a panic. And by the time I realized it, I was surrounded by three female masters.

"Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Rag."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rag"

From three directions, including Flim, the three older sisters put their faces close to me and began to check the smell.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!? What is this? What is this? What is this? Huh? Oh yeah, I don't know if it smells like sweat. I don't know if it smells weird. I should have been careful. Ahhhhhh!?

As his head boils with tremendous momentum, now Hannu on his knees moves.

"None of them, concubines..."

"Concubines too!? Why!?"

For some reason, even Hannu flipped on her knees and began to snort in my chest. Sorry, and move your tiny nose like a puppy,

"Hmm... not particularly the same, isn't it the usual smell of rats?

"That's good. Hanu doesn't have artifacts, so it's no different and obvious, right?!?

"Mm-hmm. But as usual, it smells good, doesn't it? The concubine can feel relieved when she smells it."

Hannu laughed gladly as the pale and golden eyes looked up at me against the bow.

"Ahhh..."

If they stare straight at me and say that, I don't know what I gave back - that's why I'm in so much trouble.

"... Flim, I don't particularly feel the scent like this..."

"Uh, no? Hey, don't you smell anything?

"I don't particularly feel it either. The artifact should recognize it as a scent of roses."

"Hmmm...... is it Atashi's fault?

"No, apparently Mr. Flim has a particularly acute sense of smell, so I can't say enough. Shall we do some more research, Mr. Villey?"

"Right. You know what I mean when I get closer?

The three of them sniffing their noses all over my body filled the distance even further. Or rather, I've been snuggling.

"- Huh!?

Flim, Rose, Villy, and Hannu.

Head job, neck job, chest job, back job, stick your nose all over the place.

He smells me. [M]

More vividly, he's breathing my body odor.

I don't know the words that describe this mood right now.

It's just so embarrassing. I don't know why. But I'm a little less than full myself somewhere. I don't really know who I am.

I mean, I was in the extreme of confusion.

"Oh, the... oh, the... the... uh!

My vision seeped in. I didn't know how to fight this situation in tears, and all I could do was tremble like a squirrel on a stormy night.

- Oh, no, I might lose my mind again if I stay like this...

The sound of a nose squealing from all directions, shushing. Palm feel attached to head, arms, chest or back, body temperature. You're supposed to be gathering around to smell me, but from what I can tell, everyone's smelling is focused on this place. I'm not sure what it is, but it smells good anyway.

My head grew bright, my chest palpitations grew intense, and as my vision wandered, I began to swirl...

Huh... and it was the moment my consciousness tried to turn away.

Flim and Mr. Rose and Mr. Villey reacted to something at about the same time, picky.

"Oh, look...!

"This is-"

"... Yep, now it's slight..."

As I say, the three of you will be away for a little while.

That only reassures me as if I had a face out of the water. The consciousness that several tiny angels tried to take away managed to get back into my body.

"What is this? It's a lot like the smell I felt from Mr. Rosé earlier, but it's subtly different. And it's pretty thin."

Mr. Rose nods shallow to the flim of speaking with a serious face.

"Yes, I also felt slightly... drifting from other artifacts" close to the smell of meat burning. Really, slightly, "

"You smell like you don't know until you're pretty focused. But there are three" artifact holders, each smelling a different scent... "

So Mr. Villey clouded his verbal butt and caged his mouth.

Unexpectedly visiting silence.

My consciousness, which was boiling and evaporating, condensed once and for all into the cold of silence.

"- Huh...?

Everyone but Hannu looks difficult and shuts up, staring at me.

They looked at each other and eventually Flim, who was at the front - behind Hannu - as he represented them, asked a question that seemed very difficult to say.

"Hey Hart... [why do you smell artifacts from you], I know...?

■

I still have to touch on this incident - The Beowulf Style Victims' Meeting, which was the first culprit in the duel with Romnick.

Naturally, the result of the duel will spill over on them as well. Because when I won, Mr. Villey attached me to the condition that 'an apology from the victim's club, including Romnick, and payment for cleaning dirty clothes for bumping raw eggs'.

Yes. Most of all, I was angry at Romnick for what he said and did, but I didn't forgive him for suddenly getting his freshly remade battle jacket dirty or the cursing gossip that was just their indiscretion when the victim hit me.

In a way, we know those people are victims, too. Romnick told me that he had formed a meeting of victims and went into such an action.

But what I did was what I did. At that time, their hands, which threw raw eggs at them, were not actually moved by Romnic manipulative threads. Even though they were instigated, they took the eggs and hit me. [M] And he threw a number of curses out of his mouth and let me bathe him.

Responsibility arises for what you have done.

Especially since this duel involved 'broadcasters'. Anyway, it was a duel while recording footage in front of the public.

The same was true when Dyne was involved, but as soon as' broadcasters' were involved, Explorer's code would become more enforceable. I guess because the more people involved, the more there will be some kind of problem with Fumiko.

No matter, money moves.

I didn't know there was going to be a fight money depending on the size of the duel that 'broadcasters' would be involved in. In fact, a considerable amount of money was to be paid to me at a later date for my victory over Romnick. Part of this, naturally, is said to be a burden on the victim's association.

When this happens, 'Beowulf Style Victims' can't escape even if they want to. Big money is moving, and each has its own face. I also know the "broadcaster" promises I made when I became a winner, so they should be able to help me do it. I'm sure that will create new money and value again.

And while I passed out and slept on Hannu's knee pillow, Mr. Villey and Flim consulted with the "broadcaster," and Romnick and the victim's club members' apologies were decided to be video distributed in the form of a meeting.

From what I hear, "The Victims' Party" even set up an official website online, and footage of the apology meeting is going to be uploaded there as well.

As for their fate, Flim said,

"Why don't you just go and spontaneously disappear? Romnick, who was practically the leader, had a head start, didn't he? What an aerial decomposition of a group of people who have lost their temper. Ma, if there are many idiots, rub them in the inner circle to see who will be the next leader, and this will disappear naturally again. It's like the end of a rebellious group."

So I expect that to happen to me, too. I mean, I definitely hope so. Such a pointless meeting is what I want you to dissolve early and return to the main road of each life as soon as possible. Well, it would be difficult in many ways to continue exploring.

Public opinion of Beowulf Style is also returning its applause to match. I guess my victory over Romnick changed the wind direction.

Beowulf style can't be imitated by the rest of us. Nor does Beowulf's strength derive from its style - he said. Those voices are getting louder.

Naturally, some of them are against a duel: 'What is that? If that bothered you, it would've been over in a flash, wouldn't it? "" That one, the so-called "licking puppy," "pretending you're deliberately losing to make an inspiring victory? Are you kidding me? I also have mixed voices like" Beowulf B the Do-it-Yourself Brave "and" farce, "and in another sense I feel the seeds of criticism have increased.

As I was about to tell you, the "Freibom" rating I use a lot is also being reviewed recently. Originally speaking, it is a technique created by my ancestor, the hero Seijeciel, to destroy the 100th layer of Lunatic Babel's gatekeeper, Aigis. The timing is cynical, but it's a very good attack formula that can be powerful at low cost if the conditions are right. So it was a pleasure and a proud story for me that Freibom would be re-evaluated. Maybe we can get improvements and evolve into an even more user-friendly, even more powerful general purpose technique. I just wanted to buy whatever I put away at that time.

Yeah, well, one more thing when it comes to unusual things.

It's only changed the public eye - my estimated overall rating rank has changed dramatically.

What a surprise 'A-rank'.

I wonder. The Romnick I gave in the duel is universally estimated to have an overall rating of B rank. Given the origins of the alias "Down Above (Apsetter)", which has been given here recently, it definitely falls into the A and S ranks. Even though he relied on the "infinite light (flim)" weapon against such an opponent, he won without a supporting technique.

That was a madness so grand that Romnick could not compare to what he had done so far.

This caused a severe earthquake to run into the explorer industry, causing crust fluctuations.

As a result, my strengths, which have hitherto been considered eyebrow spit, were reassessed on this occasion - albeit only by estimation - when my overall rank rose sharply from 'D-rank' to 'A-rank'.

Nevertheless, my own physical performance (specs) has not changed significantly. It must never be forgotten that this victory was brought about by improvements in technology cultivated by fierce training with Mr. Villey and Mr. Ashley, as well as Rosé and Hanu and the four, as well as by Romnick's alarm, chronic mind and artifact, but the late psychological fallout.

Especially the artifact "empathy" was the key. Rather, it is no exaggeration to say that the victory rolled in here because Romnick was the "Artifact Holder".

I don't know what my opponent thinks if I'm supposed to. But "empathy" has made impossible. As a result, Romnick relied on the power of the artifact and turned it against the original power he possessed. I'm sure, as Romnick himself said, "empathy" was the power that made him 'special', which made him obsessed until then.

But - what can I say for myself - they were bad this time. The power of empathy, which emulates the thoughts and five senses of others, is, in other words, something that must accompany the movement of the other's mind, whether good or bad. It is an act of attaching to a running car and peering inside through a window, to parable it. But what if that car runs wild? Or what if we had an accident? Or - what if it wasn't even a car in the first place?

I don't know what to say myself, but my thought circuit is a little different from that of a regular person. I don't control it consciously, but I can't imitate fast parallel thinking, normal people can do it first. Among my aliases is "Monster", but for Romnick, my head must have been a monster machine.

I should have stopped along the way. I couldn't do anything and I didn't need to continue using the power of the artifact anywhere. He would have overwhelmed me if he had fought normally without artifacts.

I had no reason to win. [M] There was only a cause of defeat for Romnick. I just miraculously picked up the win.

At the end of the day, Romnick was flirted with by a rambling horse named My Thoughts, and still clinging to the quote, he shook it off.

I'd say it was sparingly compatible. Romnick's "empathy" was the worst artifact in dealing with a human being named me. Without this, no matter how out of hand Romnick would have turned the battle upside down.

It's no longer prying to say, but he shouldn't have gotten out of hand. You should have settled this as soon as possible, not wanting to bother me in vain, but using an attack technique from the beginning.

Yet he was possessed by the fame, blinded by ambition, and greedy came out behind him. The fame of the guy who was climbing the eel fell to the ground - you wanted me to do that over there - and he painted it on the sludge. Romnick can no longer continue exploring the trauma I planted without trying.

Only pray earnestly that we will not be reunited in the life to come, in conjunction with the face of the victim's meeting.

Speaking of which, Mr. Carrell looked into his artifact and the source of the funds.

on direct calls available between Navy members.

"If you threaten Romnick Bagley, even if you do your best, we'll take him to the duel and let him fight Villey, the sword lady, how much information do you have?" Even so, his mental state was so bad that he didn't get much more powerful information. '

At the same time, Mr. Karel still gave me some serious information. At this time, the four of us at "BVJ" gather in the base (base) living room as usual to surround the icons that show Mr. Karel's bust up.

'Let's start with the premise. Usually an artifact is [something that comes suddenly]. By the death or disposal of the previous holder, the artifact is transferred randomly to the next holder. I don't even know why that happens. Anyway, I want you to convince me that [that's what it is]'

Around there, I heard and knew about it from Mr. Rosé before. That's why Siglos didn't kill Mr. Rosé right away, and Mr. Villey applied to Romnick for a duel in a detour.

Killing the Artifact Holder without darkness will transfer the key artifact to a human being who knows no one else. Instead of getting the artifact, it will be the feather to search again. Whatever the main purpose is to kill the target, killing the "Artifact Holder" is a good place to go.

Maybe I didn't kill Romnick for reason at the end of the day, either, because that happened somewhere in my head.

"But Romnick testified that he had given up" empathy "from someone. We don't even know who that person is. Unfortunately, I could only hear the traits'

The characteristic, he said, was also sad, almost meaningless information.

"The Black Man. That's all I could pull out of him."

Oh, my God, it's just one word. There are two pieces of information you can get from it. The color is black and the gender is man. Just that, too fragmented a testimony. Besides, is it about skin, hair, eyes, clothes, or something else when I say black in one bite? I have no idea.

'I didn't know anything more than that. No, it's not like Romnick didn't break his mouth trying. It was because he wanted to cut the story off quickly, or rather he was even cooperative. But...'

Karel, who had a stiffer look than the original, frowns at his roots and makes an even more difficult face.

'- [I don't remember] it is. "I only have the impression that he was a black man, and other than that, his name, his face, his voice, his height, his way of speaking, everything... his memory is as vague as it was summery, he can't remember"

Memory manipulation. The word passed the back of my brain first. Hypnosis or other technology? Maybe it's the power of an artifact you still don't know. Romnick got some interference from that "black man" character, and he got [memory-sealed] without a mouth seal.

'But fortunately... it's hard to say, but I have an idea of just a similar case. As a matter of fact, you know the man who masterminded the Volkling Circus case, Siglos Schweinberg.

When the name shook the air as a sound, Mr. Rosé remained faceless, but did react. Long lashes move slightly and amber eyes shake slightly.

"As I'm sure you've already heard, Captain Villey and I have seized the artifact he had," Fusion, "and divided possession. At that time, we interrogated Siglos... and the man still saw his memory missing."

…… No, isn't that different? As for his - the confusion of Siglos' memory, it seems to be caused by an excessive fusion of artifacts. "

I'm sure, no, you're sure about this. Mr Rosé first disputed.

Mr. Karel snorts, naturally.

'That would certainly be the case. Siglos Schweinberg was in a state of uncertainty about even his personality as far as memory was concerned. But he sees us. No, he says these words the most.'

Mr. Karel shut his mouth there and looked over the icon at the faces of all of us. Then announce that dialogue so that it is gently taken out of the memory drawer.

"You guys, it's that black guy's parsley. I know. You picked me up, didn't you?

Everyone on the spot breathed sharply.

"To the black man, the black guy..."

It would be unconscious, repeated as Flim whispered the two callings.

Romnick said, "Black man." And out of Siglos' mouth, "Black guy." Could this be...

'- It's likely that he's the same person, I see. So I'd like to ask you, "The Virgin of the Silver Chain (Andromeda)". Do you know where the Siglos artifact came from...?

To Mr. Karel's inquiry, Mr. Rosé shook his head to the side.

"No, I haven't heard anything. But that guy - Siglos' words and behavior went crazy after he definitely got the artifact. In other words, unlike me, he must have recently become the" Artifact Holder ". Coincidentally, there won't be a zero chance that the artifact has been transferred in him either, but given its consistency with Romnick's testimony..."

"Oh, Siglos should also be seen as having made contact with a" black man "figure and having been transferred the artifact from him. And" the effect of fusion ", or since before that," the erasure of memories, or the blocking, was applied by the hands of the black man... where we both have only the impression that "it was black," paradoxically suggests that a deliberate cover-up was carried out "

Speaking of which, I recall.

Romnick had clearly stated that he could divert the power of "empathy" and read the memories of others. In fact, during the duel, he spoke of a special nickname that could only be used between us: "Lato" and "Hannu". Well, that prompted me to learn so much anger that I thought my heart would burn out that I was going to storm my thoughts - aside from that.

Although Mr. Villey had previously allowed the theory to unfold to become 'artifact = privilege', we have to be strongly aware of that only this time.

The artifact "empathy" is the very authority to interfere with the human spirit. A privilege that can read the thoughts of others, emulate the five senses, fish for memories, and even push one's own emotions.

Inevitably, the power of alien powers that humans cannot have.

By SEAL and Photon Blood, obtained in the course of evolution, humanity acquired the power to alter reality. It twisted the laws of physics so that it could cause phenomena that could not have happened otherwise.

But it doesn't include the power to manipulate the minds of others there. Direct interference was not possible even if only hands could be applied to "the world" and indirectly attacked by others with similar powers.

But artifacts are different. Interfering directly with the spirits of others and altering information - that is, forming an interface to the brain, or to the soul that dwells there, by non-physical means. That is precisely the power - the power (kennos) - equal to God as well.

Fortunately Romnick only used that power for his own prosperity. But if you misuse it - no, is it more right there? - It is the power of artifacts that easily leads one or two of the cities, or even a nation, to ruin, like Siglos.

Even so, the "black man" in the case has given up two of those things to others, and has even worked on the memories of Siglos and Romnick. Whatever you think, he must also be the "Artifact Holder", which means that the "Black Man" person possessed three artifacts or more.

There are only twelve artifacts in the world.

"- Huh...!

A chill ran on Zokri and his spine. I feel like I've peered into a bottomless abyss, and my hair is finally caught in my thoughts.

- One, who are you...!? Whatever you think is not normal......!?

Maybe you thought the same thing. Flim and Mr. Rose also had the same look on their faces as they did when they nearly stepped off their feet on a cliff. Only Hannu has a cool face as usual.

"How many artifacts does the" black guy "have...?

Well, I don't know - but when Flim muttered every time I said it, unexpectedly, Mr. Karel returned the answer.

'At least you should still have more than two. The artifact that can manipulate the memory, and the other... probably "replicate" the artifact.

"- Hmm? How can you say all that?

Hannu asked with interest Mr. Karel, who affirmed with a caged voice of certainty. I agreed, so I listen to Mr. Karel.

"I was watching the duel the other day, and there was one puzzling thing. I asked Romnick about it, and that's the inference I got. '

That's right, before Mr. Karel said.

He possessed countless pieces of equipment to which he had been granted protection. But as far as the battle with you, Rag, that number was unusual. In common sense, it is not an amount that can be prepared for explorers to the extent of romnics. That shouldn't be enough money. '

"Oh, that's what I thought too."

I unexpectedly agree. How many times have I [killed] Romnick in that battle? It wasn't once or twice that I tapped into the instant death class fatalities. That's what I should have [killed] Romnick, not even countless fingers in both hands, including toes. Yet he survived.

If you calm down, it's a horrible story to kill someone just because they made fun of your friends and buddies, but I was angry then, and most importantly, all I can say is that the "air" drifting in the dueling place made me do that. If they're after their lives, they'll have to take care of it. Humans are scared, not because of fundamental reasons, but because sometimes they take their lives in the atmosphere and manner in which they are made. What am I saying? [M]

'I guess. You must have felt the most uncomfortable fighting. Two or three routers per router were lightly worn over a hundred pieces of high-value protection. How many rugs were you afraid you would break the rules and use a supportive technique, that was too much for a boulder'

Yes, too much. Exactly to the point. No matter how careful and cautious Romnick was, there's no way he could have prepared all those numbers of 'substitute protections' and 'healing protections'. As Karel said, the amount involved is not extraordinary. If you had all that money to prepare for, you would have been able to play and live without being an explorer from the start.

'When I asked him about the area, he revealed that most of it was for him. Some of it was prepared by myself, but especially for the talisman that was stuck under the clothes, it was all given to me by the "black man."

Instead of artifacts, even such things - and we cannot forbid war on the enormous financial power of mysterious figures.

"Hmm. So, Karel, what does that have to do with the Duplicate Artifact?

"Oh. Romnick had received an unusable amount of talismans from" The Black Man. "However, when I was allowed to check the excess actual items, it was found that all of them were duplicates. Anyway, the handwriting, the material, even the marks of deterioration over time were exactly the same. Definitely. '

Although the explanation is very cluttered, the term "protection" indicates that the granting technique (enchanter) confers a certain attribute (attribution) on the substance. If you are an armor maker (crafter), you will in principle apply that to weapon protection equipment, but naturally there are exceptions.

That's the talisman.

The ingredients are paper, and special ink. Paper can be anything, or any color. However, the ink must always be specially crafted with Enchanter's own Photon Blood. Because that ink is the mediator to attribute - that is, to grant 'protection'.

The letters depicted on the paper are basically free. Some people write "substitute protection" as healing, and "healing protection" as healing, while others describe their brand (signature) - if flim, "'000' which means infinite light (ein sof oul)", etc. The neighborhood is determined by the addition or subtraction of one individual, so many handwriting is similar, [exactly the same talisman] does not exist first. Because even if the same person wrote the same letter, it's not usually possible that it matches exactly as mirrored.

Besides, the talisman cannot be produced in mass mechanically. It is necessary to add 'protection' by carving it on paper while caging the surgical force in the special ink. For this reason, what Karel called "handwriting, materials, even marks of aging" cannot theoretically exist.

"Coincidentally, the original talisman has a small scratch around the bottom right. That's where it came down to. I don't know if you didn't realize it or if you decided it didn't matter... but thanks to the replication as it was, there were exactly the same scratches on every hundred or so talismans left in Romnick's possession '

If it just looks like it, it's possible to make a copy of the talisman by some means. But that's just a halibut to look at. In order to create the exact same thing that looks like, whilst combining its function as a talisman, or 'protection' -

'- Yes, this is impossible without the power of the artifact either. Besides, I've heard rumors of wind before about the artifact of "Duplication". I don't know if the source of the rumor is the "black man" himself or any other "artifact holder"... but the only thing we know for sure is that he has the artifact "replicate" itself, or the person who holds it, on his side.

Mr. Karel says that even though Mr. Rose's "superpower (Excel)", Mr. Villey's "real life (iggyst)", Mr. Karel's "life (bibifi)", the "fusion (union)" Siglos had, and "empathy (ashmirate)" - five of the twelve already resided in this floating island float rise - two or more artifacts may still be nearby.

What the hell is this all about? It doesn't matter what you think. I can't believe there's only twelve things in the world that concentrate so much in one area. It would be unexplainable if the artifacts did not possess even the nature of being pulled together.

What's happening behind a world we don't know anymore?

I feel like there's some big conspiracy orchestrating in my own unknown place, and I feel unspeakable anxiety.

As if I saw through your chest like that.

"You can say this is an anomaly."

That's what Mr. Karel said with his voice down.

"Captain Villey also said that there is a slight smell here recently around Lunatic Babel and Float Rise. Beginning with the destruction of the 200th layer of gatekeepers, the liberation of the" Volkling Circus Case, "the" Hierarchy Without Opening, "and this duel...... I don't want to say much about this, but let me say it because it's inexplicable to shy away from it. Mr. Rug - No," BVJ (Bullish Violet Jokers), "there are so many of you at the heart of all this that you must be. I don't mind if it's just a coincidence, but I still want you to be careful. [Because it's not like we won't be next again] '

――――

It's creepy. As for Mr. Karel, I know he was going to stab the nail, but as far as I'm concerned, he felt like he had a pile in his chest.

That's true, if you ask me. I'd just like to insist, 'It's all a coincidence,' if I dare to defend myself, but I'm very unconvincing.

If I were to say where the accidental domino defeat began after this coincidence, would it still be because Hanu and I met?

Because Hannu was there, I jumped into the security room on the 200th floor of Lunatic Babel and fought Hercules. And because I had a Hercules component, Mr. Rosé came to this floating city. In addition, the 'Volkling Circus Case' was triggered by Siglos' pursuit of such a Mr. Rosé.

Furthermore, Flim came to the city because I stood out in The Volkling Circus Case. As a result of that flim having trouble with the four Nieves - well, I wasn't irrelevant either - we all ended up jumping into the 'hidden stage' of the 'hierarchy without opening'.

There are others. A group of 'Hierarchies Without Opening' rooms whose components would be key in the fight against Mr Ashley, Mr Zelda and MidgalsOlm. Still Etosetra Etosetra to the duel with Romnick the other day.

A variety of things are involved in this, spreading, chaining - to the present day. Yes, it's all connected. If you say it romantically, it's what you should call [the thread of fate].

But this is a difficult problem. It's just not intentional, there's no way to deal with it. Does Mr. Karel also understand around there, and without mentioning it any further, he clapped his disappointed shoulders like this.

'-But speaking of which, are our' Knights of Pale Red Flames' similar? And I can't say much about it. '

In one word, Mr. Karel's wrapped pointy air seemed a little soothing. If you ask me, Mr Villey and the others' NPK 'are also deeply involved in all the cases just mentioned. In the virtual space of "Hierarchy Without Opening," I fought with Ashley, one of the executives of "NPK" - "Cartesian Third" - about shoulder to shoulder. Is this another coincidence, or...

'Whatever it is, it is certain that there are people who are collecting artifacts and trying to abuse them. I don't know what they're after, but they won't be irrelevant as long as we're "artifact holders." Watch out for each other in the next Joint Explore'

It would be a great opportunity for them - and Mr. Karel told them to prophesy a disturbing future.

If it is true that the objective is to seize artifacts, the "Hierarchy Without Opening" Explore, which is packed with "artifact holders," will be a great opportunity for "black men.

But there are a few things that don't fall on your heart.

Are you sure that purpose over there is artifact? Doubt.

In retrospect, Siglos was obviously after Mr. Rose's "superpower." But wasn't that what you wanted as an organization, what you did when you were driven by your personal desires? As much as that, Siglos' desire was linear.

How did Romnick compare to that? He didn't look particularly keen on artifacts. In other words, at the time you plugged me into a duel, it was all wrong. If he wants the artifact, he should have been after Mr. Villey or Mr. Karel, or Mr. Rose. Why did you set a target on me, not the "Artifact Holder"? Besides, he was rather repellent of a duel with Mr. Villey. Even in view of that point, it is hard to believe that he was still looking for artifacts.

That's not the only funny part.

How could they not join forces?

The time when those two came to Float Rise is completely uneven. Perhaps, but Romnick came to this floating city after the 'Volkling Circus Case' ended.

Why didn't they join hands with each other when they said they had been transferred the artifact from the same "black man"? How inefficient it is for Signos and Romnick to act one person at a time.

Unplanned - a word like that inadvertently passed the back of my brain. Yes, it's not planned at all. Rather, it can be called impulsive. I'm sure there's an artifact involved in the heart of it, but still, "the soul and guts of a black man" are more like...

"- Apparently, there are people who prefer strife. For the sake of pleasure alone, the disobedient."

Hannu on her lap threw up boring as she took my thought first. Hannu, with his head in my chest and his arrogant, thin arms, exhaled with his nose,

"Karel, may it be simpler than you think? No, is it complicated by something?

…… You know something, Princess Xiaolong '

To Karel, the strange-faced call icon, Hannu rubs her head around my chest and shakes her neck to the side.

"No, I don't. I don't know anything about them. Then there are some who worship and serve God in this world, and some who deny God at the same time. In the same way, if there is one who honors the Pacific Ocean of the world, then there is one who wants chaos in turn. Their aspirations are extremely simple… they're called [disturbances]."

Disturbed world - lost order, a chaotic world. To parable - like the float rise during the "Volkling Circus Case". A picture of hell, with bodies piled up with mountains and bloodshed all over the river. Such a sight flashed back into my brain.

"It's not as important as artifacts for a man who relieves the world of turmoil. That's disposable as a cannonball, and if it's gone, that's good again. Throw a stone in the water and there will be ripples. It's the ripples they want to see. If we lose the stone, we'll just be happy that it rippled."

Hannu, who treated the artifact bearing the name of 'God' in the same way as the god of the living, more so stoned, laughs invincibly, as if it were a kufu.

"It's useless to think about such raw thoughts. If there's a gap, they'll eat it up like a beast. Candles, and vice versa, they're not in the mood to be adults. It's not about working as hard as you're sick."

"But Princess Xiaolong, then..."

"Yeah, so how do I deal with it?

Both Mr. Rose and Flim showed difficulty in the boulder, to say the least, in Hanu's story.

In contrast, Hannu was more of a kyoton.

"What can I do - then? You can crush it, that kind of thing."

"Huh?"

I should throw it away, that kind of trash - I said it so tightly that I accidentally spilled my weird voice.

A tiny silver-haired head tilts his little neck under my chin.

"You have to pay for the firepowder that comes down. Then it will break bones to extinct the featherworms flying around them. Well, as soon as we find it, we'll crush it. Anything else?

At the temperature of Hannu's flat voice, I finally figured out what was different between us and her.

Hannu doesn't feel fear. I don't see artifacts as a threat to "black men" at all. You're right, I'm only thinking about summer bugs flying into the fire. In this case, fire refers to us "BVJ".

"I don't know where it springs from, but their purpose is to bring the world into chaos. But no matter how many featherworms you touch, whenever you touch your concubines, you will be able to give your share. Fight fear, never come close again. Is it not self-evident to this extent? What the hell do you think you're doing? Ask the other way around, is there anything else useful to do?

Not the late Dyne Samsolo one day, but Hanu's statement was actually 'Simply Is Best'. That rationale, which does not see the other person as a reciprocal being, is precisely the theory of the strong.

To summarise Hannu's words: Says - 'Hit him and shut him up if you don't know him'.

Silence came down to Hanu's claim that instead of losing, he would not even consider struggling.

The next person to open his mouth was Mr. Rosé, who, with his usual faceless expression, had his amber eyes patchy. Just to state the facts, say pale.

"... if they say so, I don't have a body or a lid"

Not at all. Hannu's argument is too simple to refute. But Rosé didn't have a body or a lid either, saying that she didn't have a body or a lid as it was.

A strange air is created in the field.

As soon as, Pugh, and Flim blew out.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ♪

My childhood acquaintance, shaking the twin tails on the couch and laughing Kerakera, shudders as she wipes the small grains of tears seeping into her eyes.

- But you're right. I feel like my eyes are awake because of you. Yes, we don't know who they are or where they are, and that's the only way to take care of them, right? The impudent people who are approaching me will take them down with all their might - in a way, not the way they've always been. It's easy to understand and it's superior. "

I don't know what kindled the struggle, but where was the atmosphere? Flim finally gets a belligerent look and exhales pneumonia.

"Hart, you don't look so anxious either. Princess Xiao Long is right, the point is, the target will be the artifact, but whatever it is, you just have to smash the whole thing. Assuming you're carrying the sign of a brave man, it's more like you're the leader.

"Huh - Huh!?

I raise my protest against my cousin's impotence. [M] I want it to be approximate to plug the impossible. Sure, I'm supposed to be the leader of "BVJ," but as you can see from earlier interactions, the real top is Hannu. Rather, it is no exaggeration to say that Hannu's present god, but the late Hao Yi, is the spiritual backbone of all of us. In fact, Hannu's words still improve Flim's willingness to fight.

'... boy. Words are different, and female explorers are everywhere tough.'

Mr. Karel's sigh reached his ear, so when he turned his gaze to the call icon, his dull blonde sturdy stood shoulder to shoulder and smiled bitterly, not saying 'Oh, boy'.

Unexpectedly, the jade eyes and eyes meet. Oh, so Karel noticed my gaze, causing me to distort my mouth slightly cynically.

'Actually, this captain said something similar to Princess Xiaolong right now. "I don't know who it is, but if it comes out in front of me, I'll just slash it away." Yeah, you said, "You bring artifacts on purpose, so it's not convenient."

"Aha, aha..."

I had to laugh with an indescribable face because the dialogue that Mr. Villey was about to say popped up.

"Don't struggle with each other when you have a lot of women in you like this, Rag."

"………………………… Yes…"

To Karel, who had asked me for her consent, I gave her my deepest and deepest sympathy.

■

The floating city Float Rise has a vast international airport to the south of the island.

This floating island with a history of people and supplies developing from the thriving south side, but that's why the streets of the south district smell slightly more ancient than elsewhere. The rate of buildings that have passed their useful lives has also been rising year after year, and the measures taken have become one of the current sources of concern for city managers.

It was the original urban plan to build a new airport at the north end, starting with the south airport, to say the least. If only we could get a new empty entrance and exit to the North End, we'd start building the city again from the South International Airport - that's what we were planning to do.

However, within the context of political horizontal spears such as budgets and rights, the lagging northern districts of development brought together and slammed the poor. Moreover, from that compartment, also known as the 'Sundown Ghetto', came an organized criminal group calling itself the 'Back Party', which has now substantially dominated the western half of the float-rise. "East Metropolitan Government, Back of the West" and famous for alleys, this was once again a large grain of endless city-mayor troubled seeds.

Float Rise is an island that floats in the air and has a land pattern with ruins (relics) in the center. They do not belong to any country because they do not have roots on the ground, nor do sister cities exist. It is a free and independent urban state, so to speak.

There are a number of other free cities in the world that are independent - especially in land where ruins exist. It is a natural result of the turning economy around the ruins and the information embodied components collected there. It is a free city, so the market does not moisturize, but it is independent as a free city because the market is moist.

Moreover, the Float Rise is being rebuilt after less than a month, while being hit by a catastrophe called the 'Volkling Circus Incident'. If the flow of people, objects, and gold were to be compared to the flow of blood, it was self-evident that those flows were greater and faster - that is, the thicker the blood vessels and the more copies of them, the faster the wound healed.

There are two strange people walking in one corner of the city. No, it's hard to say that one is technically taking the red Japanese umbrella because it sits in a chair and floats in the universe.

Black and red tighugly pairs were on their way through an area intricately packed with narrow trails, slightly north of the floating city Float Rise South District.

One, a black man with a long body wrapped in a black suit, shirt and tie and leather gloves on both hands.

One or a young girl dressed like a playgirl in a kimono in deep red fabric with plenty of gold and silver embroidery, with her shoulders exposed.

Tips and footsteps and a man walking down the cobblestone path with black leather shoes says to himself.

"Hey, and I'm really glad this time. It means it's worth getting to this point. It's been very funny."

I am in a good mood. The voice of the blackened man was filled with unstoppable joy.

The silver-haired girl, who was sitting on a folded vermilion Japanese umbrella next to it and accompanied her as she glided through the universe blurry, leaned her neck softly. To the clap, I tied it unwrought, but the deceased grain fluttered and swayed.

"? What's going on? We were only suppose to have continued to fail no matter what you think...?

What else? Looking only at the results, the battle is less fruitful than the people and supplies put in. If it did not work as expected, there should be no other way to conclude that this expedition was a failure.

In fact, even though we say that this movement of ourselves today is almost like a defeat.

"The work I left to Sig, I was stopped immediately and broke, and I gave a little to the brave guy the other day, but in the end, it didn't work out. Yamahee's, Kuni Han"

"You don't understand, Agnir. At first glance, the brave Beowulf completely interrupted me."

A blackened man - as Hokuyi tried to stand his right index finger wrapped in pitch-black skin gloves, cleaving that dialogue.

"Shaped, yah, disturbed"

――

Shit, and the girl - Agnir assured me, the man even stopped walking and froze.

In line with the pittance and the stationary slope Yi, Agnir floating in the air also brakes on the progression of the Japanese umbrella.

Hiragana, who was often stiff, restarted and pushed up the bridge of sunglasses hiding his eyes with his right index finger, which was supposed to stand pinned.

"- Still tough, isn't Agnell? Yeah, yes, that's right. Let's admit it there. Honestly, yeah."

…………

I made it clear that I could not read the expression from my eyes. Agniel looked bored with different colored eyes at Kuniya, who deluded herself with his work. A man with a clear blue right eye similar to the Ethereal Dome and a glossy red left eye when a rose blooms at night, turning his gaze at him, whoops, coughs deliberately.

"But - yes, [but], right? Don't you say failure is the mother of success? It is seven turns and turns (purposefully) into a blessing. This failure made sense."

Agnir looked at the backward conjunct as weird and repetitive, then

"Uh, meaning? What's that supposed to mean?

When questioned in a mean way, Gunyi resumed his steps as if he had regained his condition. Agneel also launches a Japanese umbrella to match his stride.

"That's already someone in the vortex," brave Beowulf. Pleasure, Agnir. [He could be one of us]?

"-! Huh? Really?

I got a little interested. The light of curiosity shines slightly on Agnir's blue-red odd eyes. But shortly afterwards, Agneel glanced at the universe with his left index finger under his chin.

"... but isn't that brave Han in action with that little girl? Look," Miss Sword, Villey, the artifact holder. "

Ri, and so on, Kuniya snorts.

"Yeah, right. Brave Beowulf and [those two] seem pretty close. They're going to explore it together next time, right? And then again, Miss Sword, Mr. Villey says," Actually, your partner, Karelen Orstead, owns the artifact of life. "

"Let it go. Well, those kids have some strong 'guardian (regulator)' side elements, have you had a hard time saying it before? If I do, the brave Han will go that way, too? Qu Yi Han"

There is no sound other than the stiff shoe sound of the slope, and it is also a small diameter, therefore the surroundings are dim. Even though it was still past noon, the neighborhood was unpopular and full of silence.

That should be it, too. This neighborhood used to be a densely populated residential area, but now it is turned into a neglected area where abandoned ruins form a herd. Unlike the North District, slumming has not yet progressed, but it was a compartment that would eventually become so.

Hence, Gunyi shudders without a voice.

"Yeah, right. Especially since Miss Sword seems to have a strong sense of justice, she's unlikely to be one of us in The Destroyer (Violator). But you feel talented for your partner, Alstead, don't you?

Kusu, and Agnir tilts his neck at a long-sleeved man who laughs joyfully.

"Then again, why do you think that? On what grounds?

"Yes. To tell you the truth, Siglos, the [bug] I planted in you, has apparently moved into you, Olstead. And slightly, but the link with me is in place. You don't seem to have noticed."

I was slightly surprised by this, and the silver-haired girl was surprised with her eyes slightly rounded.

"Oh well, did you even plant such a karaki?

"Yeah, we're ready, aren't we? Well, if this were Miss Sword, I wouldn't have been able to establish the link...... at least it means you still have [the possibility of coming to this side], Olsted. In short, we don't know which way to fall yet."

"Hmm... what does that have to do with Brave Han?

Ignoring the slightly boastful gesture of Kuniya, Agnir grinned. Moreover,

"- Awww, slightly wow, Kunyi Han listens for a long time because he talks well, so we have fun and we can't help it. Aww."

He smiles and smiles in full, waving his hands with a patter.

Naturally, I don't mean it. It is irony to Kunigi, who doesn't quite get to the point and doesn't mouth the answer he seeks. Whatever it is, it's not Kuniya who doesn't get it.

"I can't get along, Agnell. Long lives, sometimes long distances, are also B's, right?

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

The vegetables came out. The man deliberately glances over his shoulder at the girl who threw up in a low, irritating voice, turning away from his grinning face.

"Well, let's get rid of that 'Knights of Pale Red Flames' so far, including Miss Sword and Mr. Orstead. Anyway, [because you're so emotionally weak that you assume there are only twelve artifacts]. Better than that," Brave Beowulf, it's you. "

"Soya, that brave Beo Charazu"

"Yes, please ask me seriously, Agnell. It's Beowulf, Beowulf. His real name is Ragdishardt."

"Rag, di......? What, either way, a long and taunted name or hey. It's hard to remember."

"Yeah, it looks like they're from a special area with their first and last names together. Surely the map says it will be a land far east. Is it a step ahead of" Far East "? When it comes to famous greats around there... are you Seijeciel?

"Oh, I would know if I did that name. I heard it when I was little."

"When I was little..."

When I said something, my gaze across the sunglasses was directed toward Agneel, who walked through the universe. The girl, drawing its intentions from the tone rather than from the sight, kicked gently as she drew the Japanese umbrella closer to the man's waist without sound, smiling like a bodhisattva.

"Ugh."

"Ha-ha, did you just say something? Hmm?"

Fierce pressure emanates from a rampant voice. To the impending force lurking behind him, but without breaking his cool bare shake, Kuniya pushed the bridge of sunglasses up with his finger again.

"… No, shall we continue? Uh, it's a long name, so let's say you're Ragdis. Mr. Ragdis, it's apparently a very compatible blood muscle with the artifact, this is it again."

"Compatible, yeah. Blood muscle?

Kuniya nods back at Agnir, who repeatedly raises his voice to see if there is such a thing.

"Yeah, that's right. Well, artifacts aren't objects, so the way you say they're compatible isn't inherently right, but that's where the word Aya is. From where he came from, it's likely that Royal Blood and the blood muscles we call him.

"Uh, Ronald Buldo? That's another big name for you."

"Well, more than in ancient times, artifacts are what royalty protects and serves. It must have been given the name" Royal "from there. Yeah, well, check this out."

Guangyi displayed some distribution footage from his "SEAL". An AR screen the size of a bakery tray floats into the sight of the two and unfolds forward. The screen displayed by the man's "SEAL" automatically fixes the relative position coordinates and moves them to slip through the universe according to his walking speed.

"How dare you?

"This is footage of your duel the other day with Romnick and Ragdis. I shared it with you, but you haven't seen it yet anyway, have you?

Agnir laughed off the evil push of Kuni Yi.

"Slightly wow, can you stay out of sight? I'm only checking the first and last parts properly."

"The public doesn't say they saw it properly, Agnell."

Next to Gunya playing the footage correcting it with a bitter smile, the girl blurted, puffy,

"[The public]. I don't want to be told only by Tsukiya Han."

Chikuri, and pierced a small thorn into his dialogue.

I guess I already marked it as a sight for video. The footage played by Khun Yi began in the second half of the duel.

The scene was where the battle jacket of the Lagudis boy began to deform in a different way, making the "SEAL" shine in deep purple, which had not been inspired in any way before, while rambling with a double sword. Just around here, there's a lack of glory and a reversal of the situation from the constantly dominant Romnic movement.

"Look, look, this color. his Photon Blood."

"Oh, it's so thick and purple."

Agneal speaks of his thoughts as he sees them. In fact, the glow of blood emitted by the boy never appears to be pitch-black, either. So much his Photon Blood had a dark color.

"That's right. In ancient times, purple was said to be a noble colour." Royal Blood "is one of them. It is not that there are noble bitches in blood, but it is said that the blood flowing clans of this lineage have often had special powers for a long time. specific qualities or have a special talent. One of them is the high degree of affinity with artifacts."

Like other animals, an organism called man is also divided into several species, each of which has its own lineage. That's exactly what the color of Photon Blood shows, Kuniya says.

Literally ten people and ten colors, Photon Blood sometimes produces new colors by mixing them together, or it may be more represented when one becomes superior. Everything has a random chance. That is how mankind continues its genetic journey, even now that it has evolved from antiquity and into a newcomer.

"What's more, the intensity of this color. There is no statistical data, but there has long been an occult that bright colors show goodness and dark colors show malignancy. With that in mind, how about this darkness? Isn't it almost black already? Oh, no, that's very good. This is... It's a delicacy. It's no exaggeration to say one genius every hundred years."

"Phew...?

Agneal glances boringly at the side of a man who is rarely excited and quick to talk. I don't even know the full facial expression thanks to the sunglasses, but if you look at gestures and mouth, you can deduce to some extent.

Basically calm settling, applied disrespect. That's the character of Gunya from Agnir. It is very rare for him to praise something so far - no, [someone].

"Really, that's why I think Brave Beo Han might be one of us?

It is not credible and convincing to do so - Gunyi laughed back at the question with such thoughts, but now it is clear that, haha.

"Yeah, let's do that. On the contrary, [he may be the one who will succeed me]. What do you say, isn't it amazing?

"Successor...?

An arrowhead with a decisive word popping up, Agneel finally realized that low pressure was developing within him.

I don't care - that's what I thought at some point.

I don't know why, but when I see this guy praising someone else, I have a sexually frustrating self.

In the footage shown on the AR screen, the Ragdis boy was no longer completely overwhelmed with Romnick. Romnick screams absurdly about what has become horrible, swinging his spear in a motion that is so unscrupulous that he does not think of himself as a skilled lancer. Meanwhile, the Ragdis boy was showing sophisticated behavior, just as his previous disadvantage had been acting or something. The sharpness of it, and the first-rate swordsman. Wearing a warped full-body armor similar to the Reaper's outfit, the appearance of a deep purple glow from all parts of the body as a lightning bolt may well deserve the name of the 'Destroyer'.

"... Heh, Successor... of Khunyi Han. Could it be" black blood "?

Nature and voice also went low. The back of my throat is gobbly and I feel terribly bad about it.

But you haven't noticed Agnir's grumpy attitude, and Kuniya continued in a superior mood, by contrast.

"Yeah, he just deserves the next" vessel. "Glad to see you, I can't believe we met here. It's unwanted, its another unwanted luck. This time, it was just a shame to bother to get to the ground. Shall I take you to the field of operations whenever possible from now on?"

…………

I don't entirely care about this one - Agnell, who realized that, doesn't even feel the need to fix his expression anymore, tells him in an outspoken manner.

"If I let you do it, even if you go home like this. Yep. Dosu? Do you want to talk to Beo Han or do you want to kidnap him?

To the throwing pointer of sighing, Kuniya waves her palms wrapped in patterned and pitch-black gloves.

"No, that's tough on boulders. I've stayed for a long time, and you won't forgive me any more, either, Browsing Paper Ong (Kamishi's Oodle) or Evil Spirit Liquor (Yamiki). Once we get back to base here, we'll have a lot of meetings."

"Phew..."

Agniel replied carelessly with her lips bent to the letter to. Still unaware, Kuniya points to the AR screen.

"Look, here it is, here it is. This is the last one. Look, Ragdis, your SEAL is eroding away from your skin to the surrounding space, isn't it? This is a kind of" transformer, "perhaps. It's not my own flesh, it's a very rare type that affects my surroundings"

"Come on."

"Yeah, that's right - and... hey? Agnell, are you in a bad mood?

They finally noticed. The long legs Stasta and I had never hesitated to walk before stopped, pitiful.

Later now. As if to say so, Agnir does not slow down the Japanese umbrella that flies silently through the universe, but moves on ahead.

"... oh? Have I done anything wrong?

Squirting like a soliloquy, the black man tilts his neck with his arms together. but while he was doing so, Gunyi hastily resumed his steps as his back, which collapsed in red kimono, moved away.

"Agnir? Mr. Agnir? Please wait. I apologize if I made any coarse mistakes. What didn't you care?

…………

A deep wrinkle leans at the root of Agnir's brow. Is it natural or deliberate? Gunyi's careless remarks unnecessarily stroked the girl's nerves.

Answer in a cold voice without turning around.

"There's nothing wrong with being angry. Where are we headed, rather than not? You said you were going to the airport, but what makes you get off the train on the way? We've been following you in silence, but it's time for you to tell me. I don't care. I say yes?

The narrow alleys are intertwined, but the flow lines are formed. That's why Agnir can go ahead without hesitation, even if he's ahead of Guru Yi. Ever since entering the narrow trail, Gunyi had gone straight ahead. I don't know what lies ahead of this dim gap, but that's probably the destination.

"Oh, speaking of which, you didn't explain. I'm sorry. But it should be time to arrive. Sure enough, Nie, the coordinates you gave me are near here."

Shortly after Zhuyi said, the trail was interrupted and the two went out to the place they had pioneered.

Suddenly his vision brightens and Agnir glares at his face. Because of the sunglasses that I use all the time, it didn't seem to have any effect.

…… Oh, my God, here?

Agnir, whose eyes had grown accustomed, stopped the Japanese umbrella from progressing and muttered.

That was a place left in the middle of a residential area, probably formerly the Fountain Square. Leaving behind a former shadow, the laid cobblestone cracks and crushes as far as the spider's nest, where brushy green weeds grow. Naturally, the fountain in the centre had now turned into a decaying object.

"Promise says they should be here first...... oh, you're over there"

A chased hooku Yi stands beside Agnir to the left, showing the back of the square with his black glove fingertips. As soon as I was aware, the noise coming from there came into my ear.

In the direction pointed out by Kunigi, the men of man were seen forming a herd of about thirty people. He looks so loud and noisy wondering why he hasn't heard it before. Probably even alcohol in it.

Then came the smell of meat roasting. To observe from the smoke rising to the blue sky - which is always sunny as this city floats higher than the clouds - it is unquestionable that the men are enjoying an outdoor barbecue party.

I don't know why you're holding such a thing in such a despicable place, but apparently Gunyi came all the way here to meet them - Agnir understood.

Agnir also has no choice but to follow back, as Gunyi approaches the men in his unmistakable footsteps. Then one of the men who noticed this approach looked back at his body and waved heavily.

"Hey husband! Over here, over here. No!

He's a brown-haired man dressed in black, with a rather light-hearted look there. Agnir tilts his neck and asks Kuniyi.

"Oh, the face I saw somewhere, huh?

"Oh, don't you remember? I'm Nie. Look, Ragdis, I went to Extra Stage with you, it's an example [pawn]."

Agnir slaps his hands, pounding, into the sloth of his ear.

"Oh, the kid from that time (shudder). What, as always, I have no idea what Kogyi Han's handkerchief is without looking at it."

"Take it as a compliment"

Nie, a man with brown hair, called you, rushes over here. What you're wearing is a t-shirt, a casual jacket, and an engineer boot in skinny pants. The direction of fashion is the opposite of Hokuyi, but only the fact that they are all united in black monochrome is consistent.

"... does the handkerchief of Khunya Han take even a curse that makes us all like black clothes?

"Well? There seems to be such a verse that the original personality has a weak initiative or a personality that is susceptible to surrounding influences...... what do you think?

A breathless Nievez arrived at the two whispering to each other with a full grin expressing his welcome.

"I'll just wait, sir! It's late. I thought you were worried. Oh, is this the rumor lady? Chi Chi!

I thought I spoke unilaterally with Bella Bella, and suddenly I look at the man who gives me the right posture, as if Agnir even sees a little fly.

"... what a strangely light man. What are you doing here?

"Yeah, because he's what we call a [philosophical zombie]. Whatever the contents, [the exterior] traces what the original personality had - it reproduces it."

What are you talking about?

Niebeth asks questions without any evil about the conversation that will take place between Kuni and Agnir.

"No, Nie, you don't have to worry about it."

"Oh well!

Philosophical zombies. It is a being defined as a person who is indistinguishable from a normal person in appearance but does not actually possess consciousness (Qualia) at all.

The other day, Nieves, who plunged into a quarrel on the side of the road, has been "contaminated by black blood" in a good fight. From that moment on Niebeth had been deprived of herself and had become the handkerchief of Khunya.

No, there is no human consciousness called Niebeth anywhere in the world. What we are here is a human loose shell, formerly named Niebeth, and it is the memory stained with flesh that is moving it. In all his actions, unconscious, he is merely reproducing the simulated result of 'What would a human being named Nieves do', calculated from the memories he has accumulated so far, where no will or emotion existed.

A living robot - that is the most concise word that stands for Nievez today.

"So, Nie, how much did you collect today?

"Oh, I will. I will! I'd like to introduce everyone to my husband and his wife."

"Answer the question"

blocked Niebeth's words, and Gunyi told him in a strong and clear voice.

As soon as he did, his expression fell out of Niebeth's face and solidified like a mannequin. A flashy voice answers the question of Kunya.

"Thirty-five. The four of us were able to ride the back streets of the club about the" Hierarchy Without Opening, "and we got eight people for their status and dedicated men there. I'm calling all those guys today in the name of a rapprochement. This is the maximum number of people I can collect right now."

"Really? More than I thought, more than anything."

Guruyi nodded satisfactorily, noticing a two-colored gaze piercing his face, shifting his gaze to the side. Agnell was staring at him to ask.

"Oh, you still had an explanation. I'm here today to add more handkerchiefs for the float rise. Anyway, Nie, I thought it might be easier to spread your hands the same way you did."

Agnir summarises in his head the words that were whispered away. In other words - using Niebeth, who has already turned into a handkerchief, to summon his people, and they will also "pollute" with "black blood" together - that's what Kunyi said.

"Well, be reasonable."

Agnir is good at not bothering to come to such an unpopular place. I see, if you're going to exchange things, there's no better place than here. Because it is deep, there is no human eye, and there is no fear of being blamed by third parties in case. Besides, all we're gathering are members of the back party - that is, a bunch of losers. Where one or two actually disappeared, nobody cares.

"So there are four leaders, including you. Which is it?

When Qunyi asked, Niebeth pointed to his companions behind the square with a similar gesture to the sleepwalker.

"Manad is the one wearing the red shirt. Arkham is wearing a blonde Mohican nose piercing. Luke is the Gotsui one at Knoppo. He's always been my dear friend."

"- hey... important"

"Friends, are you"

Neither Kuniya nor Agnir could forbid the two of them from laughing at the word 'dear friend', which they were told pale.

It was only Niebeth's memory that made the three companions say that it was important, and that statement no longer even contained shards of the Spirit of the Word. The emotions that care about my friend were volatile at the same time, and Nieves - no, [what was Nieves] was just a read through of the information in his body. Nothing else, use his own lips.

They scoffed at the painful irony.

"Really? I'm glad you're here with me forever."

"Only flesh, though."

Ugh, by the way Agnir laughs, Kuniya gently slaps Niebeth on the shoulder with his hands covered in black gloves. Then again Niebeth's tension returned to its origin as if the mode had been switched.

"- Then I'll introduce you to them. So, both your husband and you, come here, there you go!

I guess it had the nature to snag at the stronger ones originally. Niebeth behaves deliberately and brightly, guiding Gunyi and Agnir under his companions.

"Ooniebe, whoa! You're back!" "What are you doing, you're already burning meat!" "Whoa? Is that your husband, Temehe's benefactor?" "What, seriously? Is that black guy Niebe's benefactor?" "Oh, not if you're eating nasty meat! Hey, Temee and the others! Line them all up! Niebeth's benefactor is here!

As I approached Nieves in the lead, I first noticed the three redshirts, nose piercings and knoppo that were in the earlier introduction, and stood up bummed. Then everyone else is called together by decree, and their men - the so-called brothers - align their spines in a skewed fashion.

That's how Nieves stood up in front of them for Dos.

"Hey Temehe et al! My husband and I are the benefactors in my life! Say hello sincerely. No!

At the next moment, everyone but Niebeth broke his hips vigorously in an undisturbed motion and lowered his head deeply.

'Thank you so much for your help!!!

Overlapping voices vibrate the billies and atmosphere by perfection. Apparently, the relationship up and down is thorough in the world they live in. It was unity until it was clear.

With their appearance seemingly extra funny like that, Agnir deepens his grin glossy.

Without knowing what's gonna happen.

"Husband! Thank you for taking care of my Niebe Chicks!" "I've bought in some meat today! Please eat him!" "That lady of yours - no, we have some delicious juices and treats for you too! Enjoy!

Three people, a red shirt, a nose piercing and a knoppo, keep their heads down and work together to greet them. I admire that even against Agnir, who looks like only a young girl no matter how she looks, it's a big deal because she's bound to call her "Mr.".

He's a deviant, but I guess he's not a root villain either. Respect and be courteous to Gunyi, the benefactor of his companion - who is just manipulating the information so. Not in a complimented capacity, but I could say that the attitude was more right at the fold than the poor average person.

But that's why Agnir's joy deepens. Unexpectedly, haha, and the laughter leaked.

"- Guys, yeah, just the kids. Of which, wow..."

Some looked up surprised at the glossy voice that I didn't think was a girl. Behind the sound of even colorful incense, I still find myself there looking like a young girl, with a look bored by a fox.

"Thank you for your kind greetings, gentlemen"

Stepping back and forth, he stepped out from behind Niebeth, and walked over to the thirty-five, with Gunyi bowing his head. Spread your hands and express your gratitude for the welcome.

"Okay, quick, but I need a favor"

Agnir giggles damn on the Japanese umbrella, staring at his long back as he approaches the men. Yeah, what's so dense about it is how good it is. That must be [exhaustive].

"You will mainly be asked to conduct a monitoring and investigation into the" brave Beowulf "and the trend of a boy named Ragdishardt. I also think you may have it move immediately if you need it, so please don't hesitate to do so then."

Everyone who was bowing his head raised his face to surprise and gave a surprise look to Kuniyi, who had released a sarcastic and one-sided notice. The majority of the men did not understand what it meant and seemed to be taken aback.

"Yes...?" "Huh? Oh, hey, what's that?" "Yes, no, I don't know... aren't Nievez's bastards listening?

Red shirts and three others whisper as they twist their necks, concentrating their gaze on nature and Nievez. but where is the wind blowing young people who have already turned into puppets of Kuni Yi.

As a result of the waves, agitation spreads among the men, and the air squeezes.

Kusu, Chunyi laughed.

"Oh, you don't have to wonder. Because it won't bother you any longer."

It was the moment I said it frankly.

At the feet of the blackened man - a black figure that covered the broken cobblestone and the weeds that grew out of its gap, suddenly spread in circles.

――

No, it was too dark to call it a shadow. Sticky as a coltar, it was [dark]. In an instant it also expanded by nearly ten melts in radius, which swallowed up to around the men's ankles at once, waving in concentric circles with you.

"Hey -!?" "Whoa!?" "Hey, what the hell!?" "Ugh, wow!?

Men who are suddenly stunned and screaming of confusion. The darkness that appeared out of the way also seemed like a hole leading to Naruto.

What's more, the darkness that soaked my feet was so pitch-black that I couldn't tell the thickness. Because we inhale all of the light, we can barely recognize it [there] and vice versa [there's nothing there] enough to barely observe it.

That's not all. [Darkness] stood as a creature. With chapchaps like water. Null as a mollusc.

Eventually, erosion begins.

Dark threads crawl up the men's feet like tentacles are stretched out. Ankle to knee, knee to thigh, thigh to hip-

The scream of frenzy struck multiple times. Everyone was shouting as loudly as they could. I can't move my body. The senses disappeared from where the tentacles of darkness were tangled, as if the flesh were melting. No pain, no suffering. It's just [getting mourned] - that attracted more fear.

Why, why, all of a sudden this is happening -!?

In the midst of confusion, men who can't understand the situation scream out loud. The only exception was Niebeth, who brought in the culprit who would do this. He looked at his friends and men eaten by darkness with the same eyes as he looked at his fellow barbecuers.

Next, the sprawling edge of darkness rose and stretched into the sky as the waterfall rolled back. The raised pitch-black membrane gathers to the center as it stretches high, finally forming a domed roof.

The sun was blocked and the area was surrounded by darkness.

Further golden cuts echo in lost sight. There was no man living in the world who had cut and pasted it, and there was only weakness when a toddler frightened by an invisible ghost.

But that didn't last long either. As they stripped my whole body of its senses, I couldn't even speak.

Screams and yells gradually subside, and silence widens the dominant realm.

Not even for a long time, in the confined space, Shin, quieted back.

In a quiet and intense darkness, the voice of the Qu Yi whispered graciously.

"Come on, go ahead"

So smug that his tinnitus seemed to ring, his voice sounded clear in darkness.

"Please stain me"

■

"Kan - blah!! Yee-haw!!

It is the corner of an unpopular ruined city.

Good thing there are no residents around, a large number of guys surround the barbecue stove and it's been a lot of excitement since daytime.

It's a booze.

As more than thirty men laugh at each other, they pinch roasted meat and vegetables and pour barley and distilled liquor into plastic glasses.

I guess it's just a party within my buddies. It looked like a lot of fun in a relationship everyone couldn't care less about.

At their heart are four men.

Brown hair that looks light. A bright red shirt that can never be described as a hobby. A nose piercing too big for a flashy Mohican head. A body so big that I think it's a giant child. A quartet with such characteristics was apparently at the top of the men.

The place thrives around four friendly people, and their pleasant voices are uninterrupted.

But there is no such thing as a black man and a girl in a dark red kimono.

And in a true sense, there is also no human being here who enjoys it from the bottom of his heart.

The only thing here is an empty doll.

A living robot who has no consciousness (Qualia) and calculates behavior from cultivated memory and experience. Only such beings gather on this occasion and serve alcohol.

Nobody notices.

Nobody points it out.

Nobody cares.

What is happening here is a farce in the name of a rapprochement. Theatre that takes place without showing it to anyone.

Automatic dolls who feel nothing and think nothing rely solely on the results of the calculations, laughing, singing, eating, drinking and making noise.

There is no audience.

Still, this ugly puppet show (Phallus) continues.

Everywhere.

Forever.

■

Once again, on the road to the airport, Agnir tried to bump into Kuniya with his doubts since then.

"Hey, Khunya Han. I've been meaning to ask you about it for a long time."

"Yes, what is it?

"With your blood." When it gets contaminated, do we all get dressed in black? Like an earlier kid. "

"Yeah, strangely. Why is that?

"Yeah, I don't care why. Yeah, but. So, we thought..."

Then, after a beat, Agniel laughed and asked.

"- Are you sure you're here? [Real Gunyi Han] What?

"Yeah, yeah, but what's that?

Sarasa.

Without a moment of hesitation, the man replied. Even a smile on his mouth.

"... Phew...?

Agnir's grin also deepens again. Distract the blue and red eyes into the bow and send a flush to Gunyi.

The girl knows that Tsugumi is a man who lies like he breathes.

That's what sent so many men's souls to hell the other day. Agnir could not be more innocent than to truly take the word.

"Really, really no?

Ugh, and spilling an indelible inclusive laugh, I willfully push in.

But Kuniya was also a floating one. Clasp your shoulders and gently shake your neck to the side.

"They suspect you. Don't I have that much credit?

"Put your hand on your chest and think about it, and you'll be fine."

In response to Agnir poking him with a round needle, Kuniya deliberately put his hands on his chest and tilted his little neck to show him that he still didn't know.

Agneel makes a final reference.

"- So, what about your place?

Did you realize that you can no longer be convinced just to rip it off properly, Gunyi did not venture any more foolishness to mislead the story?

Just pin your right index finger out and stand in front of your lips.

And as you whisper in a tear-eyed voice, a word.

"Don't tell me, sir."

The eyes hidden in the sunglasses might have been winking.

In contrast, Agnir was also a laughing word.

"Kino."