Devil's Music

The game was over, but the audience never left their seats. The athletes who had not yet had the excitement of the stadium were still waving their hands and greeting.

More than fifty employees were handing out broken beer, but it took time to deliver it all to 60,000 audiences.

Even though 60,000 to a few hundred people were only a few, the Arsenal Group, which had recorded sales, handed each and every one of them a beer.

The first audience deserved a beer, but they waited for the beer to return to everyone. Sometimes there were middle-aged men who drank a sip of beer first, but I felt the gaze of the people around me and put the beer down quietly. At last, when the beer returned to everyone, the writing came back to me on the stadium display board.

‘Caga beer and as-nal hot dogs! ’

The moment I saw the text on the bulletin board, the stadium was filled with screams that were greater than when the game reversed.

Again, the staff jumped in and handed out a bunch of cheap hot dogs. Even to the players waving their hands at the audience in the middle of the stadium, hot dogs and beer were delivered.

I didn't drink beer because drinking right after the game could cause me problems, but the audience started cheering again as the players who opened the hotdog climbed into the auditorium near the corner and waved their fists.

Director Arsen Banger, who looked at the back of the staff returning from holding beer and hot dogs in his hands, frowned at the food in both hands.

‘What was different? Strategy, tactics and even athletes were all the same. So what changed us? ’

Arsen Banger looks up at the audience. Arsen Banger slowly turns around and looks around at the audience, stopping at a point.

I see Shizuka and Kevin in his eyes, having a toast. Arsen Banger, who was looking at the case with complex eyes, is reminded of his thoughts.

‘Music, no matter what I do, what can I do with music?' It moved the audience's mind, and its mind turned to willingness and was passed on to our players and me. This is the power of music……. ’

Arsen Banker's legs move. The audience stood up and applauded him as he walked over to the VIP seat with a beer and a hot dog in both hands, but as Arsen Vanger, who was staring only at the case without looking at the audience, stepped back and stood guard in front of the panel.

He steps aside and looks down at Arsen Banger sitting there. He smiled brightly when he saw himself, a beautiful boy who could hardly be seen. A slight smile gives the case a beer.

Cheers.

When I saw his beer, I got up and smashed the cup.

“Congratulations, Director! ”

The beer bubbles dispersed on the floor as two people's glasses clashed. As if reporters were waiting, Arsen Banger, who was standing in a lot of flash lights, pressed the shutter towards the scene where the two people were facing the beer, saying as if no one was around.

“The power of music. This is the power of the music produced by Keira the musician. I admit it, and thank you. ”

Kevin opens his eyes and switches between Gun and Arsen Banger, looking for a toast to himself, but Arsen Banger has already turned around. A heavy smile hangs over his mouth as he watches him disappear.

VIP rooms at the top of the stadium.

Ilysher Usmanov, a clenched fist, pours the champagne on the table and laughs.

“Hahaha! See? Did you see it?”

Stan Cronke, relaxed on the couch, picks up his glass of champagne and raises it.

“You have won this time, I admit. ”

“Hahaha, the board may admit this, but the results are good, so no more pressure, right? ”

Stan Cronke laughed and drank a sip of champagne.

“If you have any oppressors, I'll stop them this time. ”

“Khh, okay. ”

“You're collecting gold, by the way? Is there any good information? ”

Ilysher Usmanov stutters, noticeably stiffened by Stan Cronke's silent throw.

“Uh…… well, that. It's for investment purposes……. ”

Stan Cronke tilts his head to smell money like a ghost.

“I didn't hear anything about an increase in gold prices, but where did you get that information? Is there any information about a war going on? ”

Ilysher Usmanov mutters.

“Oh... No, that's not it, um, because you're telling me...... You don't just collect wealth for good deeds, do you? ”

Stan Cronke raises his glass and pouts his lips.

“Are there any good rich people? Oh, well, good money is good money, but that's for the people who make it right, isn't it? ”

Ilysher Usmanov looks around and speaks out.

“That's... well, you'd better collect some gold too... because... I mean... Huff!!! ”

Ilysher Usmanov, who was checking to see if anyone was listening, saw the man staring at him on the rooftop of the stadium and stiffened. Stan Cronke, who was watching him, looked out the window at his reaction. Stan Cronke looked back at Ilysher Usmanov, seeing nothing unusual about the crowd enjoying the festival while still drinking beer.

“What's the matter? ”

Ilysher Usmanov takes a step back. Pymon stares at himself, sitting on the roof across from the stadium, his eyes frozen with cold sweat.

The blonde boy's face was so beautiful, but his cold, deep eyes made him feel like there was a beast in front of his eyes.

Ilysher Usmanov falls back, even though her face is in the distance, but she clearly recognizes that he is looking at her. The champagne glass in his hand was broken and the guards waiting outside opened the door, soaking the floor.

“What's the matter? ”

The guard raises Ilysher Usmanov on the floor and puts him on the radio on his wrist.

“Here, I need to clean up. Please send someone. Are you all right, Ilyshire Usmanov? ”

Ilysher Usmanov stuttered as she looked out the window while being supported by a security guard.

“Th, th, that's okay. ”

Stan Cronke stands up with a frown on his face.

“What's the matter with you? What are you afraid of? Thirty guards outside the VIP room door. What are you so afraid of when a mobster of some kind can get in here and avoid you? ”

Ilysher Usmanov, who was holding her gaze out the window, opened her mouth with a trembling voice.

“... Nothing. ”

Stan Cronke frowned and said.

“Is there nothing? ”

Ilysher Usmanov exclaims at the bodyguard who was supporting her.

“I can't protect it! I can't protect myself from a thousand of these guards! ”

“No, Ilysher! Who the hell is that guy? Wake up and talk to me! ”

“Let go! Let go! W-we 're going home! ”

As Ilysher Usmanov stumbles out of the room twice as she leaves the room, she looks at the roof that Ilysher Usmanov was staring at with a silly look on her face as Stan Kronke was left alone.

On a dim evening, Stan Cronke glared at the roof with nothing but bright lights.

* * *

A suite at the Premier Inn London Angel Islington, a premium room not far from the home stadium in Arsenal.

Lin sits alone in a large room with a white marble floor on a large, white wallpaper, listening to the screams of the emirate stadium coming out the window.

Lin's expression, who was scratching the armrest of the couch with her long raised nails on the couch, changed daily. She turns her head away and looks at the dark room and opens her mouth.

“Did you bring Michael's message, Remiel? ”

I think of a pair of glowing eyes in the dark. The eyes repeatedly blinked or the light disappeared and said in a sweet voice.

“You haven't decided yet, Uriel. ”

Lin, called Uriel, smiles.

“It's been a long time since I've been called that name. ”

A pair of eyes in the dark look up and down at her body.

“Beautiful body for a human, since when have you been in his body? ”

Lin looks down at her body and pulls out a picture out of her purse. Lynn, who saw a picture of an Asian woman holding a little girl in an old photograph but painted in color, touched her in the photo.

“It was when he was ten. Immediately after GaMagin approached the boy named Gun, he was brought in by Michael's command. I've been waiting for him with this body, and we have to stick together, so it will take me a little longer to get back to the angel body. ”

When the darkness is silent, Lin puts the picture aside.

“Where is Remiel's body? ”

“I'm sleeping in an American house. ”

“I see. You haven't been inside that body long, have you? ”

“Yes, it's been about five years. ”

“What is Michael thinking about? ”

I felt a slight shake in my eyes in the darkness. Lynn smiles as she looks at him.

“Remiel is worried about the child because he likes her as much as I do. ”

The pair of eyes closed quietly.

“I give you Michael's message. ”

Lin gets up from her seat, kneels on the floor, and squeezes her head together, her eyes open in the darkness and vomit out a white light. A large suite filled the room with loud buzzing voices.

“Keep an eye on Gu Zion, and protect the child. ”

Lin's head lowers even more, kneeling on the ground.

“I received the message from Michael, his right hand that governs the world. Everything he wants. ”

As the sound of striking space fades, Lin looks up and says, looking at the pair of eyes that are still in the dark.

“The time has come to meet the last child. Are you ready? ”

Eyes in the dark smile. I can see only my eyes, but my eyes are very tired.

“We are ready without interruption. ”

After Lin got up from her seat, she looked out the window at the Emirates Stadium.

“Kiska, Shizuka, Kevin, and the child you will meet at the end…… when it is completed, Gu Zion will notice. We have to be prepared for that. ”

Lin and her eyes in the dark make eye contact and nod.