Desire

Someone has entered your realm.

Basrodel raises his head, crouching. I haven't seen anything like it in years, but it's been happening a lot lately. Basrodel shifts, blinking his jewel-like eyes. * Cough *... Every time a giant body moves, the cave trembles. I haven't heard of repairs lately, and it's squeaking. Basrodel crouches his long neck, kicking his tongue.

‘It's Persian.’

I think of a vampire who visited me once every few years and greeted me. No, it can't be. Jeremiah steps out to question the intruder. If the visitor is Persian, Jeremiah will not leave. Persian has already earned the right to enter this mountain, so there is no need to ask her for a new one. Then there was someone in the mountains that neither Vasrodel nor Jeremiah knew. No, they're already in. You have Jeremiah's approval. Basrodel closed his eyes and expanded his senses.

The blue volcano was his domain, and the magic that covered this entire mountain was his eyes and ears. I didn't have to stutter. It was simple to always find Irregular on the same mountain.

[Oh my God!]

And Basrodel screams. Cough! The trembling cave now showers excellent rubble from the ceiling. At that point, Vasrodel was surprised and immediately cast a polymorph. Oops! The burst of light compresses, and Bashrodel descends to the ground in human form.

“Oh, my God, how many years has it been? Huh?”

Basrodel shouts in a huff. I did the math in my head, but the calculation was not good. He spent most of his time in this cave, not caring about what it was like out there and how much time had passed. However, it was a little late to think about the last time I saw him, and time seemed to have flowed by quite well.

“Mr. Vasrodel?”

You hear the sound of Basrodel giggling and laughing. Basrodel pauses and thinks about the trend he saw. You're weightless. Basrodel nods his head and looks away.

“What's the matter? ”

Basrodel turns his head as he draws a serene smile with a gentle voice. A woman sits on a magic camp painted by a ball and tilts her head as she looks at Basrodel. You've seen it all. Basrodel has his tongue.

“What's going on? ”

The woman looks worried and asks. Basrodel waves his head for a moment thinking about what to say.

“No, it's nothing. It's been a long time since my best friend came to visit me.”

The woman nods. Then, I closed my eyes to Basrodel, looking straight ahead. We are going to start resonance again. Basrodel looks proud to see such a woman. As her consciousness is elevated, the energy that is being gathered into the magic circle is sucked up. Basrodel takes a step back as he looks at the lump of energy that rises in a gentle white cluster for a moment.

“.. I won't disturb you. ”

Vasrodel turns away, smiling deeply. I've been hearing a lot about you lately. It seems like you've been going crazy for decades with a clumsy drake... but Basrodel nods as he inspects his outfit. All right, it's okay. You don't need to look in the mirror. Well, let's go. Basrodel smiles heavily and leaves the cave.

It's been a few years.

Nothing comes out of the forest. I was a little worried that a great monster might show up, but I'm surprised. Azin asked, looking at the back of the black snow that was walking ahead.

“Are you not hiding this time? ”

Originally, the scent of black snow followed Azin without showing its appearance, but now it was walking around with a firm grip on Azin's hand. When I asked about him, the smell of Raw Snow answered with a bloody smile.

“What's the point of having all these annoying bums fall off? ”

He's right. He doesn't ask any more questions, and he looks around. The dense forest was full of unnamed plants, and there were only a few small animals. However, I didn't see any monsters that could feel threatened. Basrodel's realm... Is it because it's a land ruled by dragons? To be honest, it was a little steamy. Unknown land that no player has reached. I thought there would be such a mystery, but this only makes me feel like I was born.

‘It's more convenient this way. ’

To tell you the truth, when I left the party and came up on this mountain alone, Azin thought he was going to die. He had no party to be his shield anymore, and the only thing beside him was the black snowflake that doubted if it would really help at the time of the crisis. Moreover, his body was not full, and if he was in crisis, he would die trying.

I thought that wasn't bad either. He marked the top of this mountain and thought it was too greedy for now to go beyond. Once we know it's Drake guarding the final cliff, we should be able to see which monsters appear on the Blue Volcano. It becomes money with the information you sell and an experience that will not embarrass you when you find it again on this mountain later. But nothing has appeared on the mountain with such fervor. No, I don't think it's because we haven't reached the mountain yet. This forest, which blocked its way to the mountains, may be some kind of neutral ground.

“Nice day. ”

Azin rolls his head in his own way, thinking ahead, but there seems to be no concern about the smell of raw snow. She joyfully moves her feet, enjoying the grass trampled under her feet. Azin looked at her without worrying, and asked absurdly.

“What are you so happy about? ”

“It's not much fun. ”

As I asked, Raw Snow turned her head and replied with a cold expression.

“Just a little excitement. ”

With a firm expression, the smell of Raw Snow shrugged. I was not amused and excited. I didn't know what the hell that meant.

“.. why? ”

“It's been so dry for 20 years. ”

The scent of Raw Snow suddenly responded and turned back.

“Everyone did. Nana, no offense, or Hasenna. We haven't invaded each other's territory for 20 years... intentionally or unintentionally. I don't know about the others, but I did. I thought I was getting ready. ”

Reach back where you stopped. Azin does not resist the grabbing touch of raw snow, but walks on her back.

“It was a time limit of 20 years. Twenty years later, people like you will come into this world, and we will choose one of them and grow them. It doesn't really matter what God is to us. It was just a little bit of a hogwash. I think Gladiolus was after it, too. ”

If the proxy, Ajin, wins, Acacia becomes God. Azin can get anything he wants in return for it. So what does the Hidden Piece that has grown the player get? Immortality? I didn't know what it felt like to be immortal, but I couldn't think of an old or dead body as comfortable.

That's why it's a competition. An absolute person who stood on top of each other in a different world. Pushes them into one space and makes them equally immortal, making individual victories unclear. So, in the end, to prove that he is better than the opponent, he has to raise a disciple. Providing incentives to compete by throwing food to immortals who are tired of immortality.

‘The most unfortunate thing in this game. ’

I didn't think it was too bad, but I admit it. Hiddenpiece has been summoned to this world simply because he is strong and forced into unwanted labor. All you get from it is to return to your old, mortal self.

“Master.”

Ajin approached Raw Snow a little closer.

“Do you find yourself in a bad position, Master? ”

“Not so much.”

Raw Snow quickly replied. However, he did not miss the shivering black snow-scented eyebrows. I can't help but feel pathetic. Originally he reigned as the Pope of the Bridge, but now he is being treated as a toy by a stranger in the world.

“Forget about useless pity. ”

Raw Snow's scent rests on Azin's hands.

“I'm not hurt at all. A little excited, but no reason. It's been a long time, that's all. I mean...”

Azin reaches out and grabs the hand of the black snowy scent. She stops speaking and looks a little surprised.

“No sympathy. ”

There was no smoke, no smoke. His face was naturally stiff and his voice lowered. That was a little strange for him.

“.. and I'm going to win anyway. ”

Azin crosses the halted smell of raw snow. He stands naturally in front of you, grabbing the hand of black snow scent.

“Until then, please help me by my side. ”

Raw snow scent saw the back of the azine leading with a dazed face. She stares at him for a moment and shakes her head, smiling and hot.

“.. so big. He was so big. When did you get so cocky? The one who got down on his knees and hit his head the first time I saw him...”

“It was my master who broke the mill on me like that. Have you forgotten?”

The smell of raw snow stopped and made my lips tingle. Azin laughs, looking at the face with a red black snow scent. Again, it was not an intentional smile. This natural feeling felt a little strange.

“Hello!"

There were no moments to dig into him. The shout shook the forest. The roaring body of Azin was supported by the scent of black snow. Azin presses his dazed ear into his hand and looks around with a surprised face.

“... it doesn't even let me catch the moment. ”

The smell of Raw Snow mutters in an annoying voice. She frowns and looks up, and Azin raises his gaze along the awkward scent.

A glittering silver head is scattering. The woman with long hair, not tied, looks down with a smile full of faces. He stands in the air without a foothold, but he is not surprised. It's because I've seen too many people flying in the sky. He blinks and looks back at the smell of raw snow.

“It's Basrodel.”

The smell of Raw Snow groans, and his lips open. Tac! Basrodel falls to the ground in silent horror. She was dressed in a black leather tightly tightened body, and a large chest proudly popped out and stepped on her eyes. Dragon, polymorph? Of course. Azin mutters as he looks at Basrodel waving his hands at the black snow.

“.. Master, your feet are surprisingly wide. It's hard to make friends based on your personality. ”

“Don't talk nonsense. I won't deny that I have a bad temper."

The scent of Raw Snow groans as she looks at Basrodel approaching. She pulls her head back and grunts.

“.. everyone I meet has a strange personality. ”

Obviously. Azin nods. I don't know about Persian, but Basrodel waving his hands as he leaps, doesn't seem to be the majesty of dragons. I stumbled around and all of Basrodel stopped. She tilts her head as she looks at the pain in the black snowy embrace.

"... did you have a baby?"

"No!"

When I asked carefully, I shouted the smell of raw snow.