Desire

- Percussion.

Devello comes down from a secluded mountain pass. You howl lightly over the black air that carried her from the Abbey to here. Devello reaches for the sword. The trembling sword disappears. Soon, the sword was drawn into Devello's hands as if it had cried.

Devello came down from a mountain in the vicinity of the Wilderness, a city adjacent to the Bully Desert. The mountain that was originally connected to the clover's scent is the Baek San Soil Stick. Nevertheless, Devello does not return with a single blow.

I wanted to look down on the world. It was not uncommon for Devello to feel that way, and he knew that. So, Devello rode his sword and flew a little bit into the sky.

The ground looking down from above was small and small. I've seen cities where many humans live. During the five years that Devello was trapped in the scent of the abbey, the progress was very advanced. When Debello saw it, he was purely amazed at the completion of Azin. If Ajin hadn't become the emperor of Jinn, Jinn wouldn't have made progress like this.

But the admiration of Devello was pale. In the beginning, she didn't have that emotion. I got tired of looking down at the ground, and I came down here.

What do we do now? ’

Devello looks down at the sword in his hand and thinks: Five years in the Abbey. Devello's aim was simple. Being strong. I think you've done pretty well with that.

Noya's innocence. It was an unmissable art form, and in conclusion, it was an unworkable art form for Develo. It was an agent that Devello saw the end of his feeble emotions.

But for five years, I tried to complete the non-polarity. Strengthens, because I think it completes the quickest path to reaching that simple goal - nonpolarity.

But I couldn't complete it. I had no choice. Noya sighed and did not come up with an appropriate solution.

In fact, Devello did not care much about the fact that it was difficult to complete. Because she became as strong as she wanted to be.

Why did he want to be strong?

The question bites my tail. Devello looks at the sword in a rare mountain pass and thinks: Why I wanted to be strong. The answer to that question was simple. It was good to fight. Devello knew he was a genius.

It's not just a game. Even in reality, Devello was a genius. Even though I didn't have to use my body, I was good at everything. In Devello's case, his excessive talents ruined her surroundings.

Her stepfather wished too much for a daughter who was a genius. Over-expressions and harsh teachings of her parents were labor itself, and Devello's personality was destroyed. My stepdaughter quarrelled over a young daughter whose emotions had disappeared. You wanted it too much, didn't you? Everyday exchanges of words became violent. It didn't take him long before he strangled her, and he confessed. That's how Devello became alone.

Parents' wealth was quite extensive. Devello, who lost his stepfather, was left to his relatives. Devello's next of kin... was a good man. They did not abuse Devello.

His relatives had a daughter the same age as Devello. She was an ordinary daughter. When she returned from her elementary school exam with a perfect score, her relatives smiled at her. And to a daughter of her own age, like Devello, I told her to try as well.

I remember the look on her face. Devello instinctively knew. If you show genius here, it'll be the same as before. Since then, Devello has not gotten a perfect score on his exam.

I lived like that, pretending to be normal, in reality. But it didn't have to be in the game. This was... a nice place. Even if Devello showcases his talents, there is no harm in returning to Devello. Devello has been obsessed with this game because he likes it. Devello's values haven't changed since I learned that the world isn't just a game.

Being strong was only the most appropriate way for Devello to choose this world. No, it's always the first story. And now?

‘I lost.'

Defeat to Azin was the first defeat to Devello. For Devello, who only had the ambiguous purpose of being stronger, the defeat he suffered from Azin was stimulating in many ways. Since then, Devello has added one goal to his strength.

I want to fight him. I want to win. It was for the purpose of swinging the sword.

‘But Noya told me not to fight. ’

You can't win if you fight. Devello laughs as he recalls what Noya said. Devello turns the sword he was looking at and ties it to his waist.

It has nothing to do with winning or losing. You can lose. If you win... no, Devello didn't want you to win. Defeated by Ajin, Devello loses his purpose.

Devello hates it.

So Noya's words were rather thankful and enjoyable. Tell me not to fight Against Ajin. Saying you can't win a fight. If Noya really did it for Devello, she shouldn't have said that to Devello. If I had told Devello I was stronger than Azin, Devello would have chosen to wait quietly.

Azin is stronger than he is.

‘Let's get to the wall. ’

The capital of Jinsun has been transformed into a wall. As you fly in your sword, you see a huge imperial palace erected on the cliff. The newly erected imperial palace on the wall was much larger and more spectacular than the palace of the Elder. Having decided what to do, Devello began to feel joyful. She wanted to fly to the wall right away, but she didn't.

Little by little, little by little. I wanted to feel frustrated. I've been patient for five years. It won't take long to get from here to the Wall. If you fly, you will arrive quickly, but if you choose to walk, you will arrive a month later. Devello starts walking with a faint smile.

I wonder how strong he has become. I wonder how strong I've become. If we fight... how much fun would it be? My heart began to pound. I wanted to swing the sword. I wanted to see the blood. Then this desperation will be lessened a bit. After all, this is Devello's nature.

It was halfway up the mountain that I didn't know the name of. The sun is setting. In fact, it doesn't matter to Devello that it will be night. Even if a mountain beast comes out, there is nothing to be afraid of. If the night deepens, you can log out.

I was.

You hear a wagon racing from a distance. Devello stops and looks back. The streets are still too far away. Devello's senses are sensitive and his days are numbered. If you think about the speed at which the wagon is going to run, you will arrive more than ten minutes later.

Nothing special. Even if it is a mountain pass, it is well cleaned. The way the wagon was made to run in the first place. No bandits. It means that the security of Jinjin is just as good. Devello glances back for a moment, then looks forward again. There was no connection between her and the approaching wagon behind her back.

After more than ten minutes, the wagon reaches where Devello is walking. Devello took a step aside and made room for the wagon to pass. There was a desire to wield the sword, but she was a restrained human being. If the bandits showed up, they would swing their swords to see if it was any good, but they had no intention of swinging their swords against the irrelevant commoners.

But the wagon stopped.

After the sound of the hooves and wheels coming from behind you stops, Devello glances back. The horseman sitting in the carriage seat turned his head and said something.

Yes? Are you sure you want to do this?

But I don't even know who that is.

After hearing the commute, Devello realizes what's about to happen. The person in the wagon is asking you to take Devello to the wagon, walking along the mountain path by himself. I appreciate the favor, but it was a useless favor. Devello looks back and starts walking.

“Wait!”

The horse horse cried out in a hurry. He slowly drives his wagon to Devello's side. He looks at Devello with a shivering look on his face and is a little surprised.

“... What the hell. Gracians?”

The wagon was a middle-aged man with blue eyes. A Gracian. Devello glances at the horseman.

“Oh, that's not the problem... It's getting late, why don't you get in the wagon?” “That's okay. ”

Devello replies. He gives you the strangest expression on the wagon. It was because the Gracians felt that walking on these mountain paths in the robes of the Jinn was unworthy of walking with swords.

“... wallpaper? ”

I heard that voice inside the wagon. Devello stops and looks at the wagon. A woman sticks out her head with a half-open window.

She had long blonde hair that even felt pale. Eyes are blue and skin is white. The moment I saw her face, Devello felt confused as if he was looking in the mirror.

The woman in the wagon looked too much like Devello. The difference was the length of the head and the rich expression on the face. Devello's lips are halfway open.

What surprised the woman was the same. She sighs and opens her lips to look at Devello's face. The wagon also sees Devello's face and looks back at the woman holding out her head through the wagon window.

“Was it a... sister...?" ”

“No, no, no. No, it's not.”

Camila replies in a hurry. I didn't see it wrong. The woman who stopped was a mural, a woman I had seen in the snow five years ago. A woman who fought with her husband a long time ago.

... Was that what he looked like? I remember the face of the Wall Eye Painting. Then why haven't you noticed? It looks... like this. Camila shuts up her hesitant lips. She frowns, thinking about how the current situation would affect her.

Camila knows that the mural is a longstanding opponent of both sides. Now it was also a symbol of a lost faction.

“... do you know me? ”

Devello asked. Camilla recognized Devello, but she didn't recognize Camilla. I met him once in Northwestern Snow, but Devello didn't pay any attention to Camilla at the time. At the meeting, Devello's only concern was Azin.

You don't remember me? ’

Camila's expression is slightly stiff. Camilla thought it was a relief. If Devello recognizes him here, his work will be bothered.

“... well, I've heard rumors. There is a beautiful female prosecutor with blue eyes on the line.” “I thought the rumors weren't famous enough.” “But I've really heard rumors. ”

Camila said with a nice smile. You look exactly alike. Devello sees Camilla and thinks so. Devello didn't know how to smile like that, but if Devello laughed like that, he'd be just like Camilla.

Fortunately, there is a good age difference between Devello and Camila. But the difference it makes was minor. It's because Devello has been around for so long.

“... wagon, do you want to ride? ”

Camila brazenly asked. I suggested it, but I thought it would be more suspicious to say, "I don't know."

“... Yes. ”

Devello nods, looking through Camila's face.

because I was a little concerned about Camilla.