Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

Where I stare - a white coffin rested in the center of the room.

There are a number of magic ceremonies engraved around the white coffin, on the floor and on the walls, all over the room.

Based on red, blue, green, and basic attribute colors, the multiple braided formations to composite attribute colors are such a strange substitute that just looking at them is likely to cause headaches.

If we were to start and maintain all of this, the consumption of demon stones would be enormous, but we can't help it because it's not like we're sparing such a thing.

But if I had invited the cause myself, the story would be different again.

The girl lying in the coffin looked asleep in peace.

Seeing it this way, it doesn't look like the 'Three Ferocious Reds' or anything else, it just looks like a normal girl who is old enough.

Looking at the girl's face, her chest crouched in Russia. Would you say that you regret it now? Learn to be angry with yourself.

That's when I heard footsteps.

Looking back, it's Lazeheima and Ariel walking in with cutlets and shoe sounds.

"What are you going to do?

I can't keep my tone from getting stronger.

It just didn't yell at me, which would mean I'm getting older and calm, too.

"I wonder what it is."

Laseheima is grinning at Couscous with a blur.

I got my nerves backstroked, but I managed.

"Was it all set up by you?

Ask, but no reply. Just staring at me with a grin that cripples my seizures.

"Yesterday, at the time I didn't buy out the slaves I was supposed to buy out, I thought something was wrong. Aren't you the one who tipped off Rulier's information to the Milliardo Chamber of Commerce?

This series of events. If in the end it all came to an end, the obscure Myrialdo, who had monopolized the slave market, died, and all his slaves remained in the hands of Laseheima. Not even...

"What are you going to do with this girl?

Eyes on the white coffin.

Even [Heavenly Dragon's beloved] is in her hands.

Laseheima answers nothing.

Shut up, I'm staring at this one.

"With her quest in Rosolique, this daughter went after Mirialdo. If the targeted Miriards want to fight it, they have no choice but to prepare their forces in Berg. But Berg turned to his enemies by refusing to cooperate. When that happened, Miriardo had to remit this daughter's crusade herself, and that was why her ownership at the time of the crusade passed to Miriardo.... Why was Miriardo's asset buying instructions as quick as they were waiting for? Is it a coincidence that [Demon Eye King] and [Scopper] were the decision-makers of this daughter's crusade?

I know. That can't be right. It's all on the palms of Lazeheima, both the request to crusade the Dark Slaver, Berg's turn to Millard's enemies, and those two title-holders got into things.

I doubt how to look forward to such a future, but I still know she can do it.

Lazeheima still doesn't answer.

laughing instead of answering, and

"| This girl (,,) - what a pathetic way to call her, Fried"

There was blood on my head.

Reflexively, my hand reaches into the neck of Laseheima.

At that time...

"Freed."

That was Ariel's voice.

"Refrain."

There was incredible pressure all over my body.

A hand stretched out to tremendous pressure loses its way and wanders. My arms are heavy. Heavy head. My shoulders are heavy. Legs or heavy. Cold sweat erupted from all over my body. I even feel like the whole room has been distorted by heavy pressure.

I don't have a voice. I can't even breathe. I couldn't bear to get to my knees.

"Hehe. Don't abuse me, Ariel."

"Excuse me," Ariel bowed her head when Laseheima said delightfully.

As soon as the pressure disappears like a lie.

"Ha, ha, ha"

It's as hard to believe as ever.

Nothing has changed. Nothing to do with them since we met...

"... what is the purpose of calling this stuff in? Are you going to make a different contract with me...... huh?

When I bump into my doubts, Lazeheima has looked at this one with her eyes like she sees a deafening child.

"[Heavenly Dragon's beloved] wasn't called by me. Her return to Berg has been a rule ever since."

It tastes like blood from the chewed back teeth.

Where should I swing my clenched fist down?

"Trying to cut the cause and effect will never cut it.“ Water ”is made to flow where it should be in a comparative advantage. I only put a little hand in the flow. Accept it, Freed."

It can't be accepted. Then what am I for - ….

"............... Are you going to crack the 'Tenryu Egg'?

When I heard that, Laseheima pasted a more creepy grin.

"Hehe, haha, a reassuring saying-freed. Because I'm not interested in 'Tenryu's Egg'. In the first place -"

Once the words are cut, Lazeheima walks over to the coffin and crawls her fingers on the sleeping girl's cheek.

"This is not a Tiny Egg."

I get stunned not knowing the words that have been unleashed.

What are you talking about, this woman...?

Without even knowing me, Lazeheima spins her words as if she were singing.

"The labyrinth was opened to the back with the descent of [Demon Eye King]. Cause and effect sink even heavier with the return of the Tenryu. Heh heh, everything's coming up, Fried. Your wishes and mine are about to begin."

Laseheima ripped his mouth open with a nibble.

The woman was singing and laughing in a sweet, tough, disturbing voice to those who listened.

What awaits you before you get there is not necessarily a tragedy.

But if we remain unconscious that it is being flushed, we will not even be able to reach the tragedy.

Excerpt from "The Xuan Fountain" by Yonghong Orange.