Devil's Music

The game was rushed. The excitement of the audience was at its peak, as some of the spectators said, as well as the group taking drugs, as well as the excitement of the excitement that the hard-to-see Super Plays of the season would otherwise add up to the excitement of the Champions League 16 games.

If something good happens in Arsenal's position, the audience stands up from the moment they cross the half-line, and if they miss the chance, they wrap their heads around it and give it a sad elasticity.

Gun, Kevin, and Byung-jun were screaming at the whale, being assimilated with the audience, and Shizuka was not adapting because of the unfamiliar atmosphere, but after the first 10 minutes, she was shouting with them for a shout of cheer.

Shizuka, with her face hanging from excitement, shouts with her hands open.

“Gaaaah!! I never knew football could be so exciting!! ”

Gun glances back at Shizuka and smiles brightly.

“This is football, Shizuka! Aaaah!!! ”

Kevin turns his cheering towel crazily and shakes his butt.

“Arsenal! Arsenal! Arsenal! Hey, hey!!!! ”

Shizukawa's gaze leads to the stadium in Kevin's frightened cry. Long Pass of Midfielder Sergio Buskets connects to FC Barcelona's alleged Andres Iniesta as he penetrates the other side of the room.

Although it was only halfway across the line, Andres Iniesta, who was completely unmarked, dominated the space on the right side of the stadium with a short dribble.

Arsenal FC's players are in a hurry, but Andres Iniesta has already accelerated as he strikes the dribble.

Merte Jacker and Lauren Kosielni intercepted Andres Iniesta, who quickly infiltrated the central penalty area at 30m. In a sudden crisis, Andres Iniesta quickly stabs the ball to the left, blocking the center to Matthieu DeBush.

All three defenders turn their heads toward the place where Andres Iniesta stabbed the ball, and a quick, small shadow traps the ball and swiftly passes by them.

Terribly surprised, Lauren Kosielni reached out to grab his uniform, but there was nothing he could do except yell at the little shadow that had already pierced them.

“Lionel Messi!!! ”

Rionel mesh, who slid the ball that had been trapped for a bit of a long time, fell but did not take his eyes off the goal until the end.

“Forward!!!! ”

The audience sighed in relief as they saw the Mesh's shot deflect only at Peter Cech's feet, but the ball that had not yet come out of the outline did not give the audience a firm fist.

“Gerar Deulopheu!!! ”

Gerar Deulopheu, who squeezed his body against the defender, lays his head on the deflected ball. Arsenal fans wrapped their heads as they watched the ball bounce straight into the goal where no one else had drawn a curve.

“Ahhhh!!!!!! ”

Peek!!!!

The whistle of judgment announces the goal and the Emirates Stadium is silent. Forgetting to talk to Gerard Deulopheu, who came to the corner and put his sword in his mouth, the fans sat down helplessly and put their hands on their foreheads and bowed their heads. A beautiful audience painted the logo of Arsenal FC on her face muttered disappointingly.

“Isn't that right for Barcelona, too? ”

A black man next to her laughs as he drinks beer.

“You see, you better hope. I'm an Arsenal fan myself, but I'm not a winning team against Barcelona. ”

The beautiful woman crosses her arms looking at the black man.

“You're an Arsenal fan, so how can you say that? ”

A black man picked up a beer and said,

“I enjoy soccer, I hope Arsenal wins, but cheering for a fight without victory is a waste of energy. Barcelona-based athletes are just here to see it. ”

“Hmph!! People like you buy tickets, people who really want to cheer for them can't get tickets. ”

“Hehe, in a capitalist society, it's natural that the first person to take a chance wins. ”

“Tsk!! If you can't talk!”

The same thing happened with men and women who were distracted. Shizuka looked worried when she saw people complaining loudly.

“Aren't you going to lose? ”

Kevin looks disappointed, but soon recovers his roots and says,

“Barcelona is the opponent. Lose and be cool! Do your best, Asuna!! ”

I just nodded my head to see if it was the same idea. The camera director across the hall, who was smiling in front of the four people sitting next to him, smiled and tilted his head as he saw the scene on the large TV at the top of the stadium.

“Huh? What... ”

After taking off his headphones, he wore half his gloves and looked closely at the camera's monitor angle.

Gun, Kevin, Byeong-jun, and Shizuka saw five rows of vacant seats side by side in the VIP seat, and then he rubbed his eyes and looked directly across.

“What, I think someone's sitting...... Why can't I get caught in the angle? ”

He frowns and looks at the far seats and once again rubs his eyes.

“Obviously... I think there are three people sitting..." ”

He saw a man with dark hair and a black suit, a man with brown hair and a gray suit, and a man with an asnal jersey on his blonde head and a hood on his head.

Once more, he pulls the zoom and illuminates the rear seat of the gun, but only the empty seat comes out.

A shout erupted from the earphones in his ears when I suspected he was shining other seats.

“Camera 8!! Where are you taking this? Don't you get it right? If you want to shoot an audience, you have to get it right in one place, and then you just shine it around. Are you new?”

The camera director was furious and put his hands on the radio button and said.

“Oh, I'm sorry. There's something strange about it. ”

The main PD over the earphones asked.

“What's weird? What, are there any suspects of terrorism? ”

“Oh, no. Obviously, he's in his seat, but he's invisible from the camera. ”

“You shined it somewhere else! 60,000 people in here, and it's really hard to catch one of them. ”

“Oh, yes! I'm sorry. ”

The cameraman who cut the radio saw three men who still looked suspiciously far away, but turned the camera towards the stadium to see if the PD was afraid to shout out loud.

The brown-haired man sitting in the VIP seat behind the case he was looking at said to a blonde boy waving a flag next to him with his arms folded and shouting.

“Is this really necessary? Painting the face of a man in a suit, is that some kind of fashion terrorist thing? ”

As opposed to a beautifully combed brown head on a neat grey suit, the blonde boy who saw him inflate the ball with an emblem on the ball pointed to the painting he painted several on his face.

“What do you think? I don't see this on the soccer stadium. ”

The brown-haired man frowned and looked up and down at the blonde boy. He was wearing an asnal jersey with white sleeves and a pair of soccer boots on his head, tied with a towel, the cheering tool of Asnal, and waving a flag.

“Pymon, are you enjoying what humans do? ”

Pymon smiles, waving his flag with a playful look.

“Heehee, don't I look human doing this? Heehee.”

“Yes, it's so human that I want to kill it. ”

“Puhaha, Amduras, you try it, because it's fun. ”

Amduras still looks down at the man with the dark haired hair sitting at the very end.

The man in black suit and sunglasses held hands in black leather gloves and focused his eyes on the stadium.

“Mr. President, don't you need to come to the soccer game? ”

Gamagin in sunglasses glances at Amduras. He looked back at him for a moment and said,

“Isn't it better than sneaking into the museum that your child is studying? ”

“Huff!! That, that!! ”

As Amduras' eyes widen, Pymon, who was waving his flag, stands on a chair and pranks.

“You didn't think I'd notice? ”

Amduras strokes his hand in a cold sweat.

“Th-that!!! ”

Pymon's smiling eyes change. Although the mouth is smiling, the eyes see the pale blue glow of the stelgaer ruling west of hell, and as Amduras hardens, Pymon opens his still smiling mouth.

“Do that again and you're dead. I'll make you extinct so you can't be found anywhere else in the world. ”

“Well, well, well……. ”

Amduras looks at the kiln, avoiding Pymon's gaze, smiling and speaking. With a stiff expression, Gamagin was unable to read the expression thanks to the sunglasses.

He shakes his hands and makes excuses, looking away, whether he wasn't confident to make eye contact with Pymon who was looking at him with scary eyes.

“Well, it's just that I was wondering if he's doing well at studying what he's learned. I didn't go there for any other reason. ”

Even the only smile on Pymon's face became stiff. As his expression changed, the crowds sitting around him suddenly looked around him, shaking in a cold breeze. Pymon, whose face turns completely blank, grabs Amduras' ear.

“Ugh!"

Pymon, who grabbed his ear and dragged it into his mouth, speaks quietly.

“Who do you think I am? Do you really think a lie is gonna work? Do I look all right to you? ”

Amduras frowns in pain from his ears. He shakes his hands, unable to resist.

“Oh, no! Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Pymon! ”

As Pymon twists his ear a little more, he nods slightly as he turns around. Pymon, who released Amduras' ear, wipes his hands on his trousers as he gestures.

“Final warning, if you do that again, you're dead, because I know what you're thinking. ”

Amduras, who held his ear, dared not resist, bowed his head and Gamagin tapped his shoulder.

“Enough, but thanks to Amduras, we know who one angel is. ”

Amduras shouts with a smile that he has found a way to live.

“Look! It's all because of me! ”

Pymon gives Amduras a flag with his expressionless face. Faimon looks frightened when he sees Pymon, who has received a flag with an emblem on it.

“Cheer.”

A moment later, when the camera director, who was filming half lines and center circles for a long time, couldn't help but look back at the audience, he saw a tall gentleman with a tight grey suit and neatly combed head on a chair, eager to wave Asnal's flag.