The World of Masks

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There's blood in the Earl's eyes. The hand holding my collar was trembling. I heard fear beyond anger. I thought he might not be a regular guy, but I didn't think he was this crazy.

"Are you calling this an assassination?"

Poodles can't speak well because of their shaky cheeks. It was like I was going to strangle him right away.

"Cook! Are you complaining about not secretly killing the Earl?"

A pouting attitude calms the young child, speeding up the Earl's fury.

"By the way, Earl, I didn't say anything about an assassination."

"· · · · · · · · · · What the fuck is he talking about!"

"Oh dear, don't you remember? You didn't say anything about assassinating a king?"

"!!!!!"

The Earl's face distorts. When I think about it, the traveler in front of me has never said anything about assassination but the king's death.

'Is this what you were going to do from the start?'

The more I think about it, the more my teeth crack. He was thoroughly played by the traveler in front of him.

"· · · · Okay, I don't care what you think. Stop that thing right now!"

He nods at the capital with his hands. In the meantime, the capital was gradually becoming a ruin, but diligently.

"No?"

You can stop if you want to, but why do you have to? I had no desire to end this wonderful prank at this level.

"Yes, it is."

The Earl's eyes flashed. Honestly, I've tolerated it all this time. If we're going to preserve the capital, we need to get this guy out of here now. It doesn't matter if it's a threat or a torture. Earlier, the Earl was a man who did not even have the concept of human rights.

Exactly!

Grrr! Grrr!

The Earl flicks his fingers. The knights who stood behind the Earl draw their swords together and approach. As the stalk flows, the surrounding burdens remain silent.

"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not. I also specialize in making people do things they don't want to see."

The Earl slits his throat as if he had abandoned Jack. Then I went back behind the escort knight. If you're held hostage here, you won't die or eat. The Grand Duke's knight will not take care of himself as a hostage, even to prevent that catastrophe in the capital. I could have called him a bodybuilder, but it wasn't a bad choice.

Looking at the coming knights, Jack grins.

"That's what it looks like. Well, good."

Jack puts his hand on the bracelet. Immediately, a large sword was drawn.

"Travelers aren't that high yet. So it's not a job to subdue me. Well, you're thinking that, aren't you?"

It's not a matter of getting angry. That's a fact.

"By the way, There's always exceptions, because the world is weird."

Jack straightens his sword. You stop Callie from reciting the spell with one hand to help Jack.

"Let's get started."

The knights rush at Jack, scared to death. Jack, who watches the knights with cold eyes, swings his sword vigorously.

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Boom, boom! Boom!

You hear loud vibrations and explosions beyond the wall leaning against your back. The sky outside the window was already covered in black smoke. It seemed to tell the future of the capital.

Outside was Abigail. The thunder from all around and the flames falling from the sky were terror itself for people. There were people who were running around and panicking to find a safe place somehow, and there were people who were trapped in their homes, holding each other in their arms, looking for God and praying earnestly.

However, the people in this house were not all of them.

Blink.

You blink. The quiet man's focusless eyes fade into his eyelids for a moment. The foam sitting against the wall was dazed, like a dazed person. Maybe he went mad with fear. Unlike the chaos that comes from the outside, the house is in a quiet silence.

Twitch.

The body of the man who was sitting still began to move erratically. The man rises from an awkward movement like a mannequin, as if he were manipulating an invisible thread, walking into something. The man who went to the center of the house sat down again. Then I pulled something out of Jupiter Island. It was a flint.

The man lowered his flint for a moment and moved his gaze forward. You see a large oak barrel. An oak barrel containing a product called gunpowder, given to you by the owner who gave you the order. Seeing the size of the oak barrels, I thought this house would be ridiculously blown to smithereens.

A white object floats in the bucket's water beside the oak barrel. It was a leucine soaked in water to suppress spontaneous ignition. Dozens of them looked like that. If you complain here, your surroundings will quickly turn to hell.

On one side, there were elongated objects arranged in an orderly fashion. It was a high-explosive device that explodes upon contact, and a boulder that rains fire from the air. He was equipped with a lighting bolt and was ready to fire if he complained. You can't expect precision, of course, but you don't need precision this time. All I had to do was point. It didn't matter where the city fell.

Brainy!

The command has been relayed through a heart that no longer beats. After being stabbed by someone's knife, the man who has been resurrected again with an incomprehensible power cannot make a normal judgment. Just execute the commands that come through.

Tak. Tak.

The flint slams against each other based on a lifetime of memories. Shining fireballs protrude. The flint that was fluttering into the air immediately landed on the fire line.

Get out of here!

With an ominous sound, the plot line slowly begins to burn. The flame that was moving forward, turning the plot line into black ash, split the plot line in several sections, and divided his body into several pieces. One climbs onto the electrical conduit leading to the oak barrel, and the other crawls toward the high-explosives and coals that are lined up side by side.

Cheerful!

Boom!

As soon as the flame hit the cannonball propulsion, an explosion erupted. The cannonballs fly out one by one, leaving behind white smoke. Among the cannonballs that broke through windows made of fragile trees and soared high, the bullet exploded straight out of the air and sprayed white rain all around.

Bloop.

In a flash, a spontaneously ignited leucine fell down the city. It was a spectacular view like seeing fireworks in some ways, but the result was terrible. Baek Lin burned the surface regardless of which object was touching her. The man cries and the building burns. The flame rages ferociously, feeding off the surrounding oxygen.

Unlike the Soviet missile, the high-explosive floats through the air for a short time, then falls to the ground drawn by gravity, drawing parabolas. And at the same time, it exploded itself, accompanying everything around it with its destruction. Lumps of stone and wood and flesh and blood lie in the city.

However, the man who sent those cannonballs doesn't seem interested in the cannonballs he just fired. The man sat still, waiting for the last remaining ship to arrive at the destination. And.

Kuaang!

There is an explosion that cannot even be compared to the cannonballs. The man who became a puppet and became the cog of the destruction of the capital, regardless of his will, flew powerlessly into the explosion. Before his body was torn to pieces, one glance flashed into the man's eyes. Meat that was a man's family in a corner of an exploding house. It was a man's family that had been disassembled by a man's hand because of the first command issued by an unknown person who had taken a man's life and made him a puppet and used it as an explosive device. However, even when the sight flashed, the man's eyes were insensitive. There was no reason to understand or love a man's family. With the meats of the family compared to the cloudy eyes, the man's body was reconciled to the pieces that scattered around him.

Glug-ug-ug-ug!

The bucket of gunpowder that was in the central oak barrel also bounced back and forth, surrounding the explosion. As the water that sealed him disappeared, and the hot flame swept over him, Baek Lin immediately started to burn himself. A massive fire spread to the vicinity of 2000 degrees and suddenly struck residents who were fleeing from other explosions.

Abigail opens up again. Before the people who barely survived the explosion woke up, their clothes were touched with white leather. Tear it apart and lay on the ground screaming. However, leucine is not a substance that would be so turned off. Eventually, people slowly burned to death in pain.

This dreadful and merciless scene was happening all over the capital. These explosions and flames, starting from the outskirts, slowly and gradually, but vigorously narrowed the distance to the center of the capital, to the royal palace.