Desire

The story of a knight that has been passed down for a long time is as numerous as the story of a knight and the scandal of a noblewoman. Most of the articles in Medium are virtuous minds, beliefs, loyalties, and justice.

It's reasonably wrapped. That's what Adim thought. That is how Adim, the god of knights, defined it.

So what are knights? It was a long time ago, when I called myself a knight, I brought justice to those who left their names as plausible figures in history and moderation. Protecting the lady. Protecting the weak. Loyal to the Lord.

Fighting well on the battlefield.

That's all. Adim thought. In the beginning, he was a knight god and a god of battle. Knights are the ones who ride horses and kill people on the battlefield no matter how well they wrap them up. Noble spirit. Faith. Justice. All of that is just an excuse given by murderers who rode horses and killed people on the battlefield.

‘I'm on that subject. ’

On the subject of defining my identity as a murderer, I wonder why I'm doing this. Adim has been around forever, and thousands of years ago, the sign "God of the Knights" was written in front of him as the "God of the Murderers."

On that subject, he was acting in a manner unfit for the murderer's god. Ahdim folds his arms and looks away.

There is no foolishness before the whole world. Since the beginning, Adim spent more time on the temple than on the Manchurian Temple. The eyes of the gods, the reputation. It doesn't matter. Even if all the gods of the Pantheon betray themselves, it doesn't matter if they are hostile.

But resin doesn't fit. After all, there is nothing for Adim to gain. Rather, I suffered a lot of damage. What does it mean to be a saint right now? Moreover, we can not be sure how long we can keep it. If the Demon King comes, the Holy Spirit must act as a holy woman. Can Adim stop him completely?

No, we have to stop the why in the first place. Is there a reason to stop him? Adim is also a god. A god who knows why a saint exists and how to function. Then why stop it?

“... hmm. ”

Adim shed a low groan. He looked down. This place was full of darkness in the soul world of Camila. In the middle of the world, Camila's consciousness crouches.

It was nothing you wouldn't understand. Direct Contract with Adim. As consciousness melts over each other, Camila understands her position. About her natural destiny, and the fate she will cast forward. Despair must be natural. Because a little girl who knew nothing will lose all her future just because she was born as a vessel for the gods to come.

‘I was happy. ’

It was Adim who brought Camila and Ajin together in the first place. Adim knew that Camila was a saint, and he made her protect Camila. So, is the act of Adim going to take responsibility for that? What was responsible in the first place?

“... confused. ”

The mouth of Ahdim was opened. He glances down at Camilla and says,

“I know it's a terrible fate for you. But there's nothing I can do. Because that's how you were born.” “... I wasn't born this way because I wanted to be.” “You might want to change your tone first. You're not talking to God.” “I hate God.” “The disrespect resembles my father. ”

Adim laughed in vain.

“I'm the one who's guarding you. Why can't you be polite?” “... he's just a kid. ”

Even with her lips puckered, Camila's words are elevated. Adim laughed at Camila's reaction.

“It's just that it's so easy to move. It's a small area. I don't live in majesty.” “... you know very well. ”

Camila mutters. Adim shrugs and sits beside Camila.

“I'm a god, to be honest. I don't think you can handle the fate of being born a saint. ”

Adim glanced at Camila as he said that.

“If the Demon King comes. You become a vessel for the gods to be strong. All sorts of gods will lift you up and down and give you strength. And you die. The bowl is broken, so it's natural to die.” “... I know. So don't say that.” “I don't know how much time I have left.... there's a limit to growing bowls. No matter how much you raise a vessel, it is never possible to contain all the gods of the Pantheon.” “... what are you trying to say? ”

Camilla turns her head.

“If you have a knight's pledge, you should be a knight. ”

Adim muttered.

“I don't even want another god. I just need to be able to withstand my powers properly. It shouldn't be that hard. Any knight can do that. So did your father.” “... you and I are not the same.” “It makes no difference. They're all the same, actually. You can't have more than one god. Rather, you have the advantage. Your side is much bigger than the human one. ”

Adim reached out his hand forward as he said so. The white spirit wraps around the hand of Ahdim. It became a sword, it became a spear, it became an axe, it became a bow, it became a shield.

“Train. Physical, mental. It's simple. You need to be strong enough that I'm strong enough that the other gods don't have to be strong enough for you. ”

At the words of Ahdim, Camila opens her mouth halfway and looks at him. Ahdim grabs his spear out of the armor that is extended in front of him. Adim laughed in relief.

“Obviously. I think I'm crazy. ”

Thank you. "

That little word made me feel pretty good.

*

“Found it.”

It was the last day of the third day that Azin gave her, when no swimming came. Azin looks back at the no-swim standing in front of him.

I would never say that I had unleashed my hatred for her completely. Even at this moment, Azin wanted to kill the no-swim. In the game, in the real world. But hold on. Hold on. Azin recalled him a few times.

It was a result of thinking rationally. Swimming is a useful human being. At the very least, she must acknowledge her abilities. Hidden alchemy that can't even be noticed. The total number of massacres known as tenderfoot. You can use it as much as you want.

"No."

It's a lie. What a no-swim can do can be painful. The power of tenderness? There are many things to substitute for bloodlines like that.

Why not kill a no-swim?

‘There are too many variables. ’

Knock, knock. Azin taps the floor with his fingertips. The biggest variable, of course, is paddles. The maximum variable that cannot be tied to the game system. We don't know what he's capable of. I honestly don't know if he's friendly or hostile to him.

One thing is uncertain, Noya must be vigilant.

‘The same is true of gaming systems. So does the Transcendent.’

There is one thing that is certain. Noya's existence cannot be trifled with by the transcendents or Gladiolus. Noya is a true god in this game.

‘And GMs, including transcendents, don't seem to do me any favors. ’

Let's be clear about him. Not to mention they're neutral. Acacia, Asajin's transcendent, will definitely support him, but the problem is that Acacia is not the only transcendent.

‘Gladiolus thinks it's neutral, but it's not the other transcendents. ’

Rather, they are hostile to Ajin. If he had the chance, he would never miss it and try to bring down the pain. Among the delegates now, he is the dominant leader, and if he continues to do so, he will be the final winner of the game. Other transcendents wishing to ascend the throne through the victories of surrogates would have wanted Azin to do something bookable.

‘Killing a no-swim here is too dangerous. ’

Knock. Azin's fingers pierce the ground. I'm aware. I'm aware. Killing Daisy won't do her any good. It may or may not be a problem for the other transcendents that Azin killed the no-swim.

It's better not to do anything vague. So far, always, he has been. Think hard, rationally, rationally.

So it kills the emotion.

Not yet.

“... Yes. Tell me.”

I pressed down on my emotions and swallowed. Looking at Azin's face, a swimless mouth opened. Hearing all of her stories, Ajin wakes up.

There was a loud shout outside the Bloody Blind building. It is because of the semi-finals of the Great Forest War. No longer, the non-dance could not attract azin's attention. Now, Azin had only one goal:

‘Open.’

No swimming can be killed. Maybe the other transcendents will interfere. But openness doesn't matter. They're NPCs in this game. Azin goes forward slowly, shouting backwards.

The dreadful flesh boils inside Ajin's body.

*

Thanks to the Bloodsheon Forest War, the streets were crowded with outsiders, but the plaque was still quiet. It is because no one uses the plaque during the festival, unless it is the end of the festival.

That's why most of the nouns fall into secrecy. It's not a big mark, and it doesn't carry anything of value. Since it's such a situation, the only thing that costs money to come to work is to leave.

‘I wish I had something to do. ’

He stared up at the sky and thought. The other representatives were happy and on vacation, but Hyungdaewon was not happy at all. I wish I could just do something civil so I could focus on something. Hyungdaewon thought so, and raised the tobacco pipe he had left next to him.

Stack tobacco leaves inside and light them. He closed his eyes as a puff of smoke poured into his mouth.

“Is it good?”

I heard a voice. His eyes were closed. Then I looked at you without thinking much.

And then it hardened.

A man was smiling and looking at his brother. Back to back. Hyung-hwan tried to close his open lips, but his mouth didn't move as if his chin was open. The hand holding the pipe trembles.

Don't be shy. At that moment, Hyung-hwan thought. He shrugs, smiling as naturally as possible.

“... Wall... It's pear, isn't it? Why don't you have a smoke?” “No, I don't smoke. ”

Ajin slowly approached his brother while saying so.

“I hung up.”

The smile disappeared from Azin's face.

“My daughter hates the smell of cigarettes. ”