Are you the Devil of the Labyrinth

The night immediately before the training camp was opened, Yoohyun checked the items he had received from the innkeeper with his body lying on the bed.

“· · · Broken sword. ”

What Yoohyun received from the innkeeper was a broken sword. The value as a weapon can be asserted as‘ 0 ’. However, there is no sign of rust whether it was well maintained or not.

I know roughly what this is. It must be a special medium for connecting with certain spirits in the Heroes' Sanctuary. Maybe this broken black weapon was used by a distant old hero.

Now all that matters is whose sword it is.

He was meaningless to Yoohyun now. It will be of some help to those called heroes, but expectations were low.

There is also a rank of hero. Some may encounter one of the most common knights, and others may encounter the spirit of the knight who blew his name on the battlefield.

The soul that Yoohyun had met before his return to sleep was dead.

“I can't remember. ”

Is this also one of the memories that split up? I still want to know if there's anything left, but I'm locked in a long memory, but nothing comes to mind. My head is empty.

Still, if you look at the other memories, it wouldn't have been so great. Yoohyun was a step towards fully extinguishing the power of the hero he had already received before being called the Devil, and pioneering his own path.

The heroes we met at the sanctuary would eventually have been located under the rank of superior to superior. If it had been at the level of a so-called Great Hero, it would have been impossible to extinguish the power completely.

How strong were the heroes at the time. And what about the xenophobic race that confronted those humans?

It was a fairly old story that humans were expelled from the earth and hid in a maze. For now, even in the age of mythology, it is ridiculous.

An age of endless wars. Since we fought the destruction between humans and races, our pursuit of strength has been more intense than ever.

“Brother, what is that again? I see a broken sword. ”

The southern archipelago who was about to go to bed wonders.

“I got a gift from the innkeeper. ”

“The innkeeper gave it to you? Why all of a sudden? I don't think I can use it as a weapon. ”

“I don't know, but I think I gave it something meaningful. ”

“· · · Hmm. Well, I guess. If it was a very old sword, I would have expected it a little. ”

What if it was a very old sword? What is that supposed to mean?

After reading Yoohyun's expression, Nam Gunmin kicked, laughed and said.

“You know, there's a common story. In fact, a very old sword was a legendary sword, or it contained a special power. Isn't that a lot to talk about in the old RPG game? ”

Obviously. Interesting story. The southern archipelago is speaking like a joke, but this was where the classic story actually happened. That's why Yoohyun found it interesting.

“· · · But I don't think this is it. ”

[Unknown Sword]

[Explanation: Broken sword without enduring long fighting]

There is only a short description of the item that comes to mind. There is not a single piece of information that can help. So I just had it once.

Yesterday I sought the permission of the fairies to enter the sanctuary, but there was no distinct harvest. It was just that the unknown spirits were tangled up and shouted loudly to receive their power.

I couldn't see a spirit strong enough to carry the medium myself. That's because the spirit didn't meet the conditions.

Maybe the innkeeper cheated.

It's a moment, but I've also thought about it, but the chances are low. I didn't see him play that kind of joke. It is hard to see that the serious expression that I showed by giving out my hand is false.

Then, what was the one who used this sword? Yoohyun fell asleep after pondering it for a while.

Tomorrow, the training camp is open.

*

“Well, I'm glad things didn't go so badly. ”

“· · · A girl was subjected to horrible things, and did that happen? ”

“So it's okay to kill one person? ”

“He's someone else in the world. At least it's better than our residents getting hurt. ”

“Attraction, you're good at stooges. Either way, people's lives matter. ”

Late night before the training camp opens. Arans' office was the chapter of the dam. Arance sits comfortably on the couch and sighs at the middle-aged people laughing and chattering.

There are dozens of people in the room who would normally only have five or six. It's the captain's room, but if there are so many people, the room will feel cramped.

Again, it's too uncomfortable. There was something up here that could not be picked by the ranks.

Even though they retired now, they were soldiers of the platoon where Arans was once a child. It was difficult to enter the ranks because most of the people who called him brother.

“Everybody be quiet. Arance is in trouble, isn't he? ”

A word of resignation silences middle-aged people. A soft voice, but the memory of a long time ago kept the middle-aged quiet. The one who once was in charge of the Expeditionary Force.

The same night voice that we heard every day during that time still remains in everyone's heads.

With his help, Arans smiles bitterly and bows his head.

“Everyone did a great job. I've already received the report yesterday, but I'll ask you if you don't know. ”

Arans' voice was polite. Those in front of me were the ones who deserved that much respect.

“How are the players feeling? The training camp will be held tomorrow and I hope that many people will attend. ”

“Atmosphere? Hmm. Honestly, it's a little dark. Her name was Leana. Everyone was depressed when they saw her crushing dozens of players at once. ”

With their own strength, three soldiers are difficult to defeat. The middle-aged people here now know what they look like when they realize that.

“· · · So, shouldn't we stimulate their desire to be strong? ”

“Attract. That's not it. I don't think we forgot your request. Don't worry too much, I put in a story about the training camp so you don't notice as much as you can. They'd know if they weren't fools. They need their strength. ”

“Then let's look forward to it. We would appreciate if you could keep an eye on the atmosphere of the players in the future. If you have any problems, please let us know right away. ”

“I see. Take care of your food. If not, come to my inn and get some food. Don't take the money. ”

“Not that guy, come to the inn I run. I cook better. ”

“What? I ate it myself when your wife gave me a meal for over 20 years! You can't even come to my toes if you get a career! ”

“Is that boasting? You son of a bitch!"

Arance sighs as the two of them struggle constantly. Looking at the middle-aged men who disappear from the office one by one, Arance finds the person who remains in the room alone without going out.

Lundgren.

I am the commander of the Expeditionary Force. In other words, it was the teacher of Arans.

I used to be a scary guy, but when I ran the inn, my impression changed. because it relieved him of that heavy burden that he was carrying. Now he's old, too.

Arans, who was laughing bitterly at the idea, asked.

“Is there anything else I can tell you? ”

“Well, yes. ”

“Would you like some tea, then? ”

“Hmm. That's it. I'm not going to talk long anyway. ”

“Right."

“By the way, this place is always choppy. It would be nice if you made it up. ”

“Isn't that the same for Lundgren? It's better this way. I don't really like the splendid decorations. ”

“If you do, don't say anything. ”

Lundgren looks at Arance as he kicks his tongue in the unchanging landscape of this room. Over time, Lundgren smiles softly at Arance's face, which he seems uncomfortable with.

“A man named Yoohyun, you're an amazing man. ”

“· · · What is curious? ”

“I wasn't like anyone else in the world. I doubt it's human on our side. I wanted to test him and see if he was actually the soldier the fairy secretly put in. ”

The atmosphere is heterogeneous, and the look he showed when discussing the case clearly comes to mind. He would have been a player in the end, but he seemed insensitive to the case.

It's like I don't really care about this. What he was looking at was the story that would lead to this incident. Such humans are rare.

He was looking at something else, a human whose head would be complicated by what happened right now.

“And one of the things I liked the most. ”

“Something you like? ”

When Arans looks suspicious, Lundgren nods with a smile.

“He was strong. He gave us one gift as a reward for forgiveness and silence, not bad manners. Because he seemed to be using that power well. I finally found it appropriate to show the players the possibility. ”

“If it's a gift · · ·. No way?”

Arans' expression is stiff. He knows what Lundgren has. He has relics related to warriors.

But Lundgren's next words reassured Arance.

“It's not a warrior's artifact. So don't worry about it. I can't stop the relic of a warrior no matter how I am. I need your permission, fairy. ”

“· · · If so, thank God. So what did you give me? ”

“Black Devil. A Hero's Magic Sword that was called that a long time ago. It must be the relic of the Demon King, but now that it's broken, it doesn't mean much."