The World of Masks

"Is it upgraded?"

Callie carefully takes a step inside the enchanted circle and starts asking if the jovial energy that covered the enchanted camp is still on her mind. Jack shakes his beaded sword, making it visible to Callie.

"Yes. Intermediate now."

I had a voice like a child who received a gift from his father in Santa Claus' costume for Christmas. I turned my head around and looked around. I wanted to try an improved sword right away. But nothing seemed satisfactory enough to cut. It was only a corpse that was drained of all its vitality.

'I'd have left one behind.'

I kicked my tongue because I didn't think it was crazy. You rushed Callie to the entrance of the dungeon as fast as you could. I wanted to go out there and kill anyone. Whether it's monsters or humans.

"When will you upgrade next?"

Unlike other beads that could pay for and raise the rank in the temple, Jack was able to raise the rank himself. If so, it is advantageous to raise the rank to be able to raise it naturally. As soon as the order came through, we'd have the sacrifices we needed right now. No matter how many.

"I can't right now."

I heard a disappointing answer. He looks at Jack with his eyes wide open, slightly slammed.

"You can upgrade from here to Intermediate. From the top, we should visit the central altar to the north."

"The central altar?"

"Yes, the center of every Demon King's altar, where the Demon King appeared. This is the true home of the Demon King. It's like a war in another holy neutral city."

I remembered a dream I used to have. An ugly little old man sitting on a big throne with strange symbols and decorations on it. The dark knight and wizard who stood beside him as if they were assisting the old man. And the monsters and followers in front of them. There was a marching ceremony for the horror of the NPC in the game. It was the Demon King's stronghold.

"So we're going there now?"

"I hope so."

I came down south to find a safe place, but the north is no longer a danger zone for Jack who has already acquired the power of the Dark Knights. Of course, it was still nothing compared to the dark knights of its heyday, but it was about to recover slowly as it rose.

"But first, we have to do something."

Exactly what I want to do. You sweetly scramble Callie's crooked head and head off to the dungeon.

* * *

It's an old-fashioned room. The area of the house is being used as a single room. The most visible thing in the room was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The magnitude and weight of the ceiling itself seemed a mystery. Unlike most chandeliers decorated with candles, there are beads of light embedded everywhere in this chandelier. The beads of light that radiate a dazzling color all around them are broken into the crystal on the chandelier, and the reflected room is flooded with its own color without undue pressure.

There was a large window frame on the wall. They were all made out of colorful stained glasses, like beautiful art sculptures. It was such a pity that I could not see the bright sunlight because it was a time when darkness came.

Furniture was small so it didn't fit in a big room. But I had all the furniture I needed. Rather than saying that there was less furniture, it seemed more appropriate to say that the room was large. The bed was large enough for four or five people to lie down. A bed of fluffy linens sits on top of the bed, making sure it's full of feathers. I wanted to throw myself and taste the fluidity right away. The white color seems to emphasize its plumpness even more. The basic furniture, such as drawers and desks, tables and sofas, were all made of luxurious wood. It reflects the light on the chandelier and flows into the sheen.

There was a huge fireplace in one corner. The wall furnace was locked in silence because it wasn't cold yet. There was a large sword and shield hanging on the wall around the fireplace, and shiny whole body armor was decorated as well. It was spectacular to see the beasts and monsters' heads stuffed all over one side of the wall, and in a certain sense it was a terrible sight.

There was a big red carpet on the floor. A carpet that seemed to need to be wiped off with its own clothes if it was even trampled on. The carpet was also large and round, covering almost 85% of the floor of the room. The painting, embroidered in various threads, seemed to see the work of a famous painter.

Somewhere, it was a rich man's house with enough room to live his life. The owner of the luxurious room seemed to be able to live without any worries, but he was wandering around the room in a nervous pace unlike he imagined.

What do we do? '

Earl Krifnaf was overwhelmed with pride. A man from the Great War came and went this morning as well. The plan has gone sideways. The entire aristocrat following him, including the Great War, is nervous. If anything happens because of your ambition, it will never end well.

Damn it! I never should have trusted those tourists! '

I recommended travellers to impress the Grand Duke. Fortunately, the Grand Duke was very pleased. It was the moment his name was engraved on his brain. Now, if we could execute as planned and succeed, we would have the power to achieve wealth and zero zero tolerance. From the title Earl to the Duke, you could have been promoted.

"Damn it!"

Boom!

I hit the table hard. I was also from a well-trained knight, so the hardwood cracked. It was a moment when inexpensive furniture was turned into scrap. It was a sight that wrapped around the head of anyone who valued the resources. But he was not an environmentalist, he was not a valued resource, and he was not affordable enough to do this. He stares at the table, ignoring the ugly table.

"Where the hell have you been!"

There's a rumbling sound in the room. It was enough to unconsciously ask whether they had boiled the train barrel. The acolytes standing outside the door shivered in their master's castle. You hear the sound of something picking up and moving in the room. Expensive ornaments, which they thought could not buy even a single fragment of, were being destroyed by the fire. I didn't think it was a waste. I just hope this storm passes quickly without any damage.

Whether the acolytes are terrified outside or not, the Earl is distracted by hysteria.

The travellers who would be in charge of the plan disappeared one day. Though they may have to return to their world, they have never emptied their strongholds. But when Krifnaph sent someone this time, the place was very clean. He was last seen shooting for a muddy traveler who was covered in water. If you reconstruct the situation, you still managed to use your head to build a siege net and chase them out of the castle. After that, it was a good news story.

Were they all killed? '

Likely Otherwise, the stronghold would not have been empty.

Wasn't he the one? '

I dug a trap and saw the possibility of a group luring them in.

"You idiots!!!"

Eventually, I grew old again. The fact that he rushed them was already out of my mind. It was those damn tourists who had dared to deflect their plans and make their fortune films fly away, but now they're worried about their lives.

I couldn't, so I had the firearm in my hand. '

Rather, if he knew how to make a gun, he would rise to a much higher position. But you don't know how to make it. Eventually, I was forced to move around the room with only my teeth.

Knock, knock.

"Who's there?"

You spit it out nervously. The knocker slams into the door, silent for a moment and then sneaks in. I shrug my head. I never tried to make eye contact with the owner. I didn't know what the angry owner would do to me.

"What's going on?"

The unpleasantness falls. If you make a mistake at this point, it's not over. The acolyte said more and more.

"I saw a man enter the building the Lord instructed me to watch."

Krifnaph's eyes are sharpened.

"Travelers?"

"Yes, I do."

"Let's go."

Krifnaph takes a big step forward without a word.