The World of Masks

“Oh, and in my old age, 'I'm leaving AMSS, too.' Please don't say the same. ”

Charles' shoulders twitch. If Jinsuk hadn't mentioned it, he would have been really good.

“I quietly bear all my sins because I cannot tolerate the division of humanity. If you really want to fight for me, fight for me at AMSS. There's no way AMSS's new chancellor's gonna let Charles go. ”

“But · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“Moreover, I'm leaving the presidency because I feel guilty about Yoohyun. ”

“He hates you unilaterally! Guilt!"

Charles yells excitedly again. He didn't have to feel guilty to the plague or to anyone else in the world. That was Charles' idea. However, Jinsuk firmly shakes his head and denies it.

“Earlier, when I told Charles that I was going to make him a hero, Charles expressed concern. Excessive hero imagery can distort him. I said we could take good care of it. But what's the result? ”

Charles shuts up. Now the pandemic is completely skewed as Charles fears.

“But it is your sole responsibility. ”

“It's my responsibility, Charles. It is my responsibility to correct Ms. Yoohyun with the superimposed hero image. I have to take responsibility. ”

Charles shakes his head again to say something more. And he said with a light smile, as he had just done to the plague.

“I'm asking the world, Charles. ”

Finally, Jinsuk left the room quietly. Knowing the weight of the words, Charles couldn't help but stare at his back.

* * *

AMSS's headquarters were very confused. The betrayal of Seo Yoohwan and the expulsion of General Kim Jin-seok were enough to honeycomb AMSS headquarters. Inside the headquarters, whether it's a superpower or a general manager, I've been talking about this as long as there's more than one of you.

It was the strongest force in AMSS, and it was no exception to those who were rated.

“Ah, Arongo, there you are. ”

Arongo, who was pulling drinks from the vending machine, looked back. Ben Schulz, who had recently joined AMSS, was walking toward him with his hands up.

“What's going on? ”

Arongo bluntly asks. Due to this inherent stubbornness and abstinence from religion, there were few people within AMSS who were close friends with Arongo. To put it to good use, it must be like Charles, who adheres to a genuine and cheerful attitude. So, he could not understand why the new 'one with God' was approaching him just now. Above all, Ben Schulz was as clumsy as the Germanic self. He was the one who didn't talk to me first without any clear business.

[Ugh, you idiot! That's how you react, and we don't have any real friends!]

Arongo chewed the nagging sound of his inner clubs as if it were his mother or sister, and fixed his eyes on Ben Schulz.

“I have a question for you. ”

[I have a question.]

A sternal voice sounds like a drop of blood won't come out of your knife. Einz says, "Queek! 'I screamed.

[Ugh, a soundless, annoying stereo. Creepy.]

It was quite rude to say, but neither Arongo Ben Schulz nor the gods in Ben Schulz cared. Einz grumbled as he was unresponsive. Arongo, who ignored it, said.

“I'll tell you what I know. ”

When Ben Schulz heard the answer, he pointed his thumb out to the back. Arongo's gaze follows his finger.

A news flash was spreading from a big TV that was hanging a little further away. It was about resigning President Jin. Several AMSS employees were looking at the TV with anxious eyes in front of the TV.

Ben Schulz himself turned his head and put the TV in his sights, saying it was still blunt, but slightly unpleasant.

“What the hell is this Seohyun guy? What do you want to do? ”

'That's the story.'

Arongo was able to easily understand Ben's question.

“I just got in here, so I don't really know him. Obviously, the foreign image was a just and courageous young man, but it doesn't look like that at all, given the humility I've been through and most of all. ”

Ben was one of those people who stood up for Jin. In fact, I didn't believe in the story of the plague. Ben himself was one of those who knew the truth, who participated in a scruffy operation.

[Are you really Natia's contractor?]

Kenny, the god of the air and wind in Ben Schulz, makes a mysterious sound. Natia, whom he knew, was a Goddess of Knowledgeable Justice. But I can't believe her contractor would make such a deal.

Arongo thinks about the plague. To be honest, he wasn't very familiar with the pandemic. That's why I didn't know exactly who the plague was.

“Well, I don't know him very well. ”

Arongo is blurry. But I knew one thing.

“But I have a feeling that his foreign image has been deliberately elevated to the prestige of the Führer in order to increase the image of AMSS. although, of course, the beauty underlying that image elevation is true. ”

“Then what happened to him? no matter how deliberately exaggerated it may be, if it's true in its nature, it's not that kind of human. ”

[It was intentionally pulled over.]

Einz said bluntly. However, unlike the voice, the content of the word was deeply truthful.

[Now that a boy just 20 years old has received all the attention, it doesn't make sense for him to leave?]

“Kim Jin-seok must have been trying to stop that from happening. ”

Arongo raises questions. However, Einz kicked the innocent child to the tongue and simply replied.

[That means that President Kim Jin-seok's contractor was irredeemable.]

If you think that, all the anglers get engaged. To find out the truth, I had to talk to the plague directly, but I expected that all the characters here would be right.

But Kenny still seemed to have some questions.

[Even so, she let her contractor turn out like that? She would have tried to change her contractor somehow.]

Well, I don't know about that. What I can think of is, has Natia's contractor completely ignored her opinions, or does she agree with the idea of a nationalist contractor?]

[Natia is not that kind of goddess.]

[Just in case. Who knows if he's in love with his first love and he's losing his mind?]

[Are you as jealous of her as Reyna?]

[Don't compare me to a hooker with that look!]

Einz shouted loudly whether it was an insulting word. The sound was not transmitted to the eardrum, but to the brain itself. Arongo Ben Schulz frowned. But then Einstein shot him like a machine gun, making sure he wasn't kicked by a man.

[Aren't you the only ones who see her well because of her looks? I'm sure the image is nice because it was a quiet job to do without interfering with humans, but it also means you haven't gained any experience! No matter how much you fall in love with your first love, it can't be just Natia! First of all, don't you dare compare me to Reyna! You want me to call you as dark and dark as Nidelbad?]

[Well, that's true. I'm sorry.]

Whether he thought it was bad to compare with Reyna or whether he felt bad to compare with Nidelbad, Kenny simply apologized.

Even though he received an apology, Einz remained silent for a while. Sometimes I heard a groaning that sounded like I couldn't win, so I was sure I wasn't angry yet.

“Anyway, so Mr. Arongo and Mr. Einz don't know what's wrong with this guy called the Western Hemorrhoids. ”

Ben mutters to himself halfway.

“It's probably the quickest way to ask yourself. ”

“Yes, it is. But you know what?”

Ben turns his head to look at the TV again. The timing was good, and the TV was looking like a pandemic. Seeing that, Ben coldly spits out.

“I don't want to talk to a negotiator like that. ”

I didn't know that meant maybe Ben's disconnection from the plague. A little Arongo realized what it meant. But he also nodded quietly, because he was no different from how Ben felt.

* * *

In collaboration with the United Nations, the conviction to blame Jin for his crimes had to be called here and there for a while. I was particularly interested in Masscom. The pandemic confidently published a story prepared by the UN like a recording machine. Just that, Masscom was in a frenzy. It was exhausting.

The brief short-circuited event was a flight to Korea. An enormous number of journalists were camped out at Incheon International Airport for some reason. Only after barely getting through them was the Passage able to carry itself in the car to go home.

After thinking that I could rest at home for a long time, the distraction of walking lightly made my face distorted when I saw a person standing in front of the house.

It was Charles Lemington, the number one man I didn't want to see right now.

I wanted to ignore him, but I couldn't escape him because he was sitting on the porch. For a while, I thought about staying in a hotel, and I hit him in the eye. I uttered profanity in my heart.

The pandemic has already been discovered, and we have decided to act with confidence. I raised my head and walked towards the house.

I stopped as if to look at myself with a stiff face in front of Charles.

“What is it?”

“Can I talk to you for a second? ”

That's what I've been told. I wanted to say no emotionally, but seeing Charles' mood, it wasn't going to be easy.

'Yes, let's end it this time.'

If it's a mountain to cross anyway, you'd better cross it now. The sickness stretched its shoulders. But it seemed like the final move of a cornered beast to make himself look big.

“Come in.”

The pandemic opens the door and pushes Charles inside.

Following the plague, Charles enters the house. They went to the living room without a word. Between the small tables, the two face each other and sit on the couch. The awkwardness surrounds you. It's certainly unusual considering their relationship so far. However, the situation surrounding them now prevented them from smiling at each other and joking with each other as before.

[Natia, would you mind seeing me alone?]

Ueron materializes next to Charles. It was time for the pandemic to react without even thinking about taking Natia.

[It's okay, Yoohyun.]

Natia whispers softly. The sickness felt the tension in my heart sinking.

[I'll do that.]

Natia realizes next to the plague. They go through the wall and out into the backyard of the house where Emilia and Nathia used to talk.

The two gods disappeared, but they could not easily speak. They looked at each other. The warm feelings between friends were not there. All that exists is cold air like a blizzard in Siberia.

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