Desire

“... Devello. ”

She spoke her name in a voice that was never high. Azin hesitates. He reaches out and grabs Devello's hand.

“... is Ajin. ”

“Very good, very good! ”

I burst into a tumultuous smile. As he burst his spectacular smile for a long time, he stepped forward and dropped Azin and Devello.

“This is the first encounter between the Blood Witch's apprentice and the Sword's apprentice! You'd better say hello to each other. ”

Unsurprisingly pleasant. He pats Devello on the back of his boss, stiffening his expression to fight back.

“You filthy mosquito! ”

Burk shouted, fearless. Evil! An intangible machete protrudes out at the same time as the shout, cutting down the tree behind Azin. Azin turns to look at the fallen tree, startled. The direction the tree fell - the sword pierced through the azin and cut down the tree! Azin stutters. The tree was cut clean, but there were no wounds.

“Wait, wait! ”

Persian comes out of the shadows, shouting in surprise and raising his hand. The look on her face was the first time I saw her as a pain in the ass. Tension and fear. The face of Persian fury, which had not concealed its fury in front of the transcendent Acacia, was filled with emotions.

“I didn't do anything...! ”

“Oh, really? I'm sorry, I was a little upset. ”

Unsurprisingly, he scratches his head at the puzzled Persian. I was sick and tired of the violent and uncontrollable emotional changes. Are you done apologizing after you launched a major attack?

“What do you want to do? ”

The silent Devello opens his mouth. She picks up the Bastard Sword lying on the ground and looks at it in horror.

“That's why I'm here. But you say hello to the first guy you've ever met... and they don't even explain it to you. ”

“Oh, didn't I explain? It's not big enough to explain. ”

Devello smiles nonchalantly. He spreads his legs shoulder-width apart and flips his torso behind him.

“Fight.”

“.. Yes? ”

The answer was azin. Fight who? Mujin Seop smiles, revealing his white teeth towards Azin.

“You and this kid are fighting. 20 years have passed since the apprentice of the Sword and the apprentice of the Blood Witch! You're the one who decides what a teacher can't do. Isn't that great? ”

His story was sudden and unknown. Unsophisticated, he says only what he wants to say and doesn't want others to understand. Azin thought with a proud face and a nodding face.

"Isn't this guy crazy? ’

When I heard the words with the uncontrollable emotional outfit, I was sure. Devello stares at you with a expressionless face and asks.

“Why?”

“Huh? You don't have enough reasons? Then there's nothing we can do. ”

He raised his finger and pointed to Azin.

“That guy. Maybe he has the same level of strength as you on the line now. I will be the only one of my players to handle your power, and maybe stronger than you. ”

The soundless voice echoes. In response, Devello did not say anything and stared at the expressionless face.

“You want to test your power, don't you? Even when you killed Harold. How many times have I ever tested myself with a sword I could easily kill, and you think I don't know? ”

I stepped forward without interruption. He approaches the silent Devello, then picks up his flinch and pinches her ear.

“He'll let you know the limits. He's doing great. The Blood Witch must have put a lot of effort into it. Do you want to fight? ”

Devello doesn't answer. Instead, she turns to look at him. No face, no emotion. She looks like a maneuvering mannequin.

“There's no reason to fight...”

“It doesn't matter what you think. ”

I smiled brightly, interrupting Azin's words.

“I wish. That's it.”

Eventually, Azin kept his mouth shut. He misses the smell of raw snow that is not by his side. The struggle over there is inevitable. Even though Persian was beside him - Azin glances at Persian. She was somewhat expressionless compared to when she was first attacked, but was still unable to open her mouth or intervene.

“... okay. ”

It was Devello who put a stop to the idyllic conversation led by Jinseop. She wraps Bastard Sword around her back and pulls out the longsword that was lodged in her waist. A creaking, sharp blade shimmers in the light.

“Tsk. ”

Seeing that, he kicked his tongue. Who Devello is, why he showed up here. And even though it was hard for him to understand why he had to battle her, he had no choice but to follow it as long as it was so intense. Only Persian allies of Ajin are here. She is a powerful vampire, but she appears to have considerable color compared to a soulless one with a star called Swordsmanship.

‘Perfect timing. ’

Although he was unwilling and forced into a battle, Ajin did not just think negatively. I don't know who Devello is... but she's definitely a player, judging by the fact that the Sword is a disciple. And soundless hidden-piece like black snow. If you are a student of Hiddenpiece,

She's more of a surrogate than Ajin.

‘I was going to need some information. ’

There is one thing that is certain. The currently identified representative is a total of three. Ajin, LaQuiz, and Devello. Ajin naturally assumed that his most intimidating competitor was Devello. The Sword, how great his power is, cannot be predicted by his pain. However, the black snowflake and the seaweed that taught Ajin were the same water as each other 20 years ago. No, it was the smell of Raw Snow that was obscured by the reaction of Raw Snow.

Of course, azin is not a black snow scent. Devello is no slouch either. There is no guarantee that the duel will be the same as 20 years ago.

But similarly, there is also no guarantee that it will not be the same.

Ajin raises the biceps. So you should know. How powerful the opponent is. How strong a competitor has been chosen to represent a transcendent, equal foothold. Azin glances at Devello. She's wearing lightweight armor that doesn't look like she can move. She's equipped with five swords. Bastard sword at back, two longswords at back and two longswords at waist. Of course, you can't use five swords at the same time. Azin looks at the sword Devello grabbed with his right hand and thinks:

‘LaQuiz was a superpower. ’

His knowledge of LaQuiz is teleporting and sniffing. Those two abilities are the basic superpowers you can choose from in the tutorial. There's another one. I still haven't figured out what the harpy was capable of. Since he said he was the proxy, perhaps it was a superpower handed over to Hiddenpiece.

What about Devello?

Azin stares at Devello. Five swords. A longsword held among them. Devello is a prosecutor, if you look at the equipment. Then, did she learn to be unprotected like Ajin? Probably would Swords are so numerous that they cannot be counted, and the star sign of her Swordsmanship is Swordsmanship. Nevertheless, we cannot think that Devello's abilities are entirely without men. They're combining energy drains with the Thousand Needlecraft right now.

Magic? Superpowers? What if it wasn't? ’

Azin is nervous. He doesn't know the target's abilities clearly. The players he's dealt with so far have all fallen below the level of Azin, and whatever their abilities were, Azin was able to make fun of them. But Devello is not that kind of dace. She was the proxy candidate, and she got Hiddenpiece. It was the progress of the sword that made the black snow scent and the same water.

“Are you just going to stare at each other? ”

Just as Azin examines Devello, Devello examines him. She straightens her sword and doesn't move. Devello looks no different from the mannequin, avoiding the slightest movement of his torso due to his blinking and breathing. I was grumbling because I didn't like the silence.

“Well, of course it's best to watch each other's backs in battle. How do you think I know you sewers are fighting each other's eyes? ”

He waved his hands as he yawned loudly.

“Hang in there, idiots. At your level, exchanging attacks with each other is the fastest way to know who you are.”

Ajin moves before he finishes speaking nonsense. He opens his eyes and extends his feet forward. Papabak! The Hundred Horses' Book of Revelations unfolds. A blurry shadow forms over Devello.

“Because! Ha! I haven't seen that in a long time! ”

I burst into laughter. Ignoring it, Azin attacks Devello. He became part of the vision of the invasion. Azin pulls up the internal air and condenses the full force in both hands.

‘Let's see...! ’

The first strike is exploration. Azin reaches out to Devello with open arms. Strength has been added to the overwhelming ceiling. Devello glances at Azin's red-hot hands. Maybe he didn't see it because it was too fast?

"No!"

Before the battle was over, Azin hurriedly twisted his back. Squeaking! I thought something was touching my side, but I felt a cold feeling touching my skin. The quickest was Devello, not Azin. It was a flare sword. It moved, Devello's left hand. Did he pull out another sword and stab it? Luckily, I cut my collar, but I didn't cut my skin. You wouldn't have felt Devello's attack if it weren't for a developed sense.

“Hot.”

I squeezed my lips and laughed. Azin rubs his feet and distances himself with Devello. Devello looks up at Azin as he lowers his forward extended sword.

“Haha...”

Azin continues to smile. Suddenly, his back grew cold and sweaty. A Devello sword I just felt.

The attack was the quickest attack I've ever felt pain.

“Yes, this is how it's gonna be. ”

Azin twists his lips and mutters. To be honest, it's been too easy so far. The top rankers failed to cope well with Azin's power, and he always won. It did not give a joyful feeling of drunkenness, even though it would have given a feeling of drunkenness. The user postpones mechanical actions, deceives the target with lies and hypocrisy, and eventually kills the target. I get what I want. It was just its repetition.

But Devello was different.

She did not possess such unrivaled strength as Persian, Raw Snow and Unstoppable. In other words, Devello's skills were similar to those of Azin. Boiling strength, it made him feel joy.

Azin did not resect the internal air. Binashim reminded me of the inner air that was crouching. A large standing internal air awakened the body of Ajin. He narrows his eyes and still twists his lips to smile. With that smile, Devello grips his sword a little harder.

Azin's feet are extended in front of him. The mind began to accelerate. I could feel his body moving, every move that made him. The world began to slow down.

Azin's feet hit the ground.

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