The World of Masks

I'm getting hungover with the fresh morning air. The stone, which was sitting between the corpse and the blood pool, rose to its feet in the clear sunlight. Even though I drank most of the liquor secretly, I could see that I was this hungover, but I also drank it at night.

"Well, you've had enough to drink and sleep without knowing it."

Kick your tongue and kick the corpse next to you. The corpse rolls to its side without any resistance. I swirled my short sword around the house as if it were my hand. It was a structure that was no different from its own home. Jinsuk approaches the corpse lying on a haystack in one corner. The body was a hat. Jin tucks the shortsword in his hand into the bracelet and starts pulling out the corpse.

Honestly, the hardest thing to deal with at dawn was people not attending the festival or entering the house early. It was really easy to kill people who had fallen drunk, but it was not something I cared about sneaking in and killing people who wanted to sleep at home like this.

Jinjeon pulls two corpses out of the room and immediately starts to move into the other house and retrieve the other corpses. Most of them were children, and I could barely see the bodies of adult women. Men were all mutilated when they participated in the festival.

Jinsuk, who gathered the bodies to roughly one place, sat down with a chair that he didn't know which house he had taken from.

"Come on. It's time to come in."

I twisted my legs and ate the leftover meat yesterday, and Jin waited for someone.

Anyone would, but waiting is boring. But Jinsuk waited patiently.

What's the reaction of the person who saw this? Am I going to panic? Am I going to get angry? He chuckled, thinking he wanted to show an unexpected reaction.

When the sun rises high and almost comes to the center. You see a single indent through the shortened shadows. When I looked at the limping gait, my legs seemed awkward, and something popped out of my back as if I was holding something on my back. While he was stumbling and stumbling, he smiled brightly as he looked at the incoming drawing. The time has finally come for us to wait.

"Hey, come on."

Welcome with arms outstretched. However, In-young who was approaching slowly slowed down as if she felt something strange.

"This, this, this!"

Lanpral stops walking and gazes at the corpses behind the dust. Dead bodies that are already dried up and left behind in black bloodstains and garbage. Within the nasty fluorine that comes through your nostrils, Langral slumps away.

"Hiic!"

You feel a small disappointment in the actions of Langpral that are no different from what you expected. I was hoping for a different reaction. However, Jin, who once again appeared familiar as if he didn't care, took a step back to avoid obstructing Lanpral's gaze.

"Here are the 'friends' I promised."

Like a clown on stage introducing the next schedule, Jin stretched his arms out to the corpse, introducing his own "friends."

"Wow. Even so, Mr. Lanpral keeps his promises."

The noon we had promised could be appropriately assessed by looking at the position of the sun floating just above our heads. I went to Langral's hut yesterday and almost finished the request, so I was happy when I asked you to come to town the next day at noon. That's why I was able to do this job well. Well, I don't know if the client was expecting this.

For Langral, who trembles and has no reaction, he walks to the pile of corpses. You raise one of the crumpled corpses to its feet.

"There's nothing to be nervous about. because they don't harass you, they don't abuse you, they don't despise you. No, you can do whatever you want. What do you think? You'll never find a friend more comfortable, will you?"

And then you're like, "Hi, Lanpral. We are friends! '

"Ugh · · · · · · · Arrrgh!"

Lanpral screams and starts running out of town as fast as he can. However, his limping feet are too slow to escape.

Jin saw Ranpral running away, "Tsk," kicked his tongue once and pushed the corpse holding him to his side. You chase down Ranpral without giving snow to the fallen corpse. I wasn't running, but I walked pretty fast, so I couldn't help but stumble over my cane and catch a runaway Langral.

Phew.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The runaway spaghetti knocks Lanpral on the back, plunging him forward, grabbing his legs and dragging him toward the pile of corpses.

"Here, here. I'm not going anywhere. I've been working really hard on this."

"Hiya!"

Lanpral scratches the floor with his finger to avoid being dragged away in any way. My fingernails fell off and my skin was peeled off, so I could not stop being dragged.

"Well, I've prepared a lot for this meeting. I didn't think the villagers would accept him as a friend. I'm just going to kill them all and give them to Langral. At first, I gave people the game that I had captured, and I liked them. He didn't even know it was for his life. He ate it well. And I had a little bit of a crush, and then I had a big party. It's also a festival hosted by someone who usually takes good care of them, so they participated without any doubt. Next? Anything. when you pick the throats of people who were drunk and dead. I haven't been able to deal with the whole village yet."

Jinsuk chuckles. It was the best idea I could think of. However, Ranpral slaps the hand of Jin holding his leg with the staff that held him still to agree with Jin's opinions.

"Let go of me!"

Puck.

I take my hands off the pain that makes me flinch. At this point, Ranpral desperately starts crawling out of town. The frown of Dusty's eyes twitched, touching his dull hand.

Phew.

"Hiya!"

Lanpral sees a shortcode stuck to the ground next to his face, stiffening as it is. The surface of the shortsword, which had lost its original sheen and was glowing dark red, appeared to be an invitation to hell to Lanpral.

"I don't think I like my 'friends'."

He turns his head to look at himself, and puts his face to rest. I can see the ugly beard's face squeezing his teary nostrils with fear. Jinseok picks a short sword and brings it to Lanpral's neck.

"You really don't like it? My friends?"

Lanpral shakes his head slowly.

"Oh · · · · No. Listen, I like it."

"Right?"

Jin smiled widely.

"Wow. What if I don't like it?" I don't want the country to suffer in vain. "

Recovering the short sword aimed at the neck, the dust rises up. Lanpral stares at the stone with horrified eyes, either unable to escape or unable to escape.

"But there's a problem. There's something more that Lanpral needs to be friends with."

Jinsuk reaches out to Lanpral's face again.

"Curious?"

"Ugh · · · · · · · · ·, Yes! Yes!"

You see Ranpral nodding desperately as if he was satisfied.

"About that."

Phew.

The stone whispers while the shortsword is inserted into Lanpral's neck.

"It's your life."

"Knng!"

Blood flowing back into the esophagus and lungs through the perforated hole has blocked Lanpral's breathing. With his throat pierced, he looks at the cooling lanpral and pulls out the short sword without a doubt.

Hoodluck.

The blood fried from the shortsword drops to the ground, drawing a circular crescendo. Lanpral desperately plugs a hole to stop the blood from spilling from his throat. However, as if to mock Lanpral's efforts, the crimson drops hurriedly slip through the cracks in Lanpral's hands.

Bang, bang.

Just as it doesn't matter whether or not he grabs her by the neck, Jin starts walking back to the pile of corpses, humming his nostrils.

"I've been thinking. I thought the corpse's best friend was the corpse. Friends don't discriminate. That's what you think, isn't it?"

"Cough! Cough!"

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew a Langral who was discriminated against for being different from everyone else would understand me!"

He put his hand on his chest as if he was impressed. But the body of the Langral has been steadily stopping.

"Lanpral is now a true friend to the villagers. You're happy, right?

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

I have no answer. Jinsuk turns to Lanpral as he hears no more of the chirping. I see a bloodless lanpral drawn here, leaving blood trails straight from the stab site. Lanpral's white-eyed body remains motionless.

"Huff. Dead."

Scratching his cheeks, he murmured again and approached the place where the dead of the villagers gathered.

Whee.

Fluffy.

The stone slammed into the middle of all the villagers' crumples, and the corpse was thrown out of the pile of corpses. After some distance from the pile of corpses, the dust stops and turns around. In front of him are the villagers and the corpses of Lanpral.

Jinsuk lifted his hands and stacked his thumb and index finger on top of each other like a frame. A small square made of fingers enters in front of the eyes. The corpses of the villagers lie scattered around the corpses of Lanpral. Jinseok smiled brightly as he watched the scene through his fingers. Then he cheerfully said as if he was satisfied.

"You see! How close you look!"