Dungeon Defense (WN)

It wasn't just a threat. Kill me or I'll kill you. I really thought so.

Killing me is not just killing one individual. It is to sever the bridge between the plain, the mountain, and the neutral. It is the elimination of mediators of the Horse and Human species. By killing Gamigine's lover, a means of controlling the Demon King of your Faction is destroyed.

And the lives that were sacrificed to gain those positions.

There is a life of arrogance that fell in Austerlitz and a life of arrogance that fell in Burno. There is a angle of two thousand that screams in the Black Mountains. There must have been a life of Agares and Baal.

It was certainly given the weight of tens of thousands who died without any fault. I've committed all the massacres with clear physicians and judgments.

I further confirm that this is my responsibility. Willing to accept

This is the top of the mountain where there is no room for excuses. Therefore, it is a land that will not grow in the first place with grains harvested as seeds. Only the dead hold their heads stiff. It is frozen snow with nothing born and everything is sterile.

Those who want to deny this place will need a great excuse.

Like Elizabeth, you can claim humanity and country. It doesn't matter. The important thing is to be prepared. Isn't there a single hypocrisy there? That's it. Pymon understands this very well.

“There's no way... I can kill you..." ”

Pymon squeezes his lungs like a wounded beast.

“Understand me... Accept me, forgive me. ”

The skin breaks. The face of a living egg hides in your chest. The face becomes the floor of emotion, not the surface of emotion. Yes, unlike me, she has a floor.

“The first person I ever liked……!

Pymon howls.

“There's no way I can kill someone like that! ”

You said it, Pymon. You said you couldn't kill me.

Good. At this moment, one beautiful vision that only a few humans in the world could have, fell to the ground like that without a sound, as the lily petals of a lily fell without fail.

The woman who quietly sacrificed hundreds of years for her ideals. All the gold coins that go around the continent for a price cannot be gathered against the Bones. Nevertheless, I don't want to kill, I can't kill, and under such extremely realistic and intense emotions the ideal was denied.

Then let's make a deal.

I wiped Pymon's tears with my hands.

“Put your faith in me. ”

A contract that will never be broken. Blood oath.

“Pymon, you can't kill one of me in the end. When you're asked if you can kill 100,000 innocent lives for the sake of Republicism, you have no choice. That's your limit. But I'm different. ”

“Dantalian...? ”

Maybe I shed too many tears. The focus is blurred in Pymon's eyes. Pymon called my name dazed in an anxious voice somewhere. I knelt on my knees and aligned my gaze with her.

“You know what. that 100,000 people can't die for the sake of Republicism. You know that there is no right to slaughter tens of thousands of lives in the name of belief, and there is no right belief. ”

As long as it is a line, it must not slaughter people.

Generally, many idealists don't know it. If I know, I'll turn away.

Pymon holds the most beautiful form of ideals in that he cannot look away. I'm now going to put a pale bleach on that beauty and put it on display in the museum in my mind forever.

“But it is possible to slaughter 100,000 of the wicked. ”

Pymon's expression becomes blurry.

“Dantalian… what are you talking about……. ”

“Didn't I tell you? I will fulfill your wish on my behalf. ”

I smiled.

Be as gentle as you can.I want to lean on you carelessly.

“I'll kill what you can't kill. I will force you to make a sacrifice you cannot tolerate. You may now place your lost luggage on your shoulder. It should never have been carried by someone like you in the first place. ”

“No way! ”

Pymon shouts.

“I... I don't want that... I never wanted that...! ”

“That's a lie. I wished at least once, maybe tens of thousands of times. ”

I glanced at Pymon's jewel-like red eyes with confidence.

“One day, I woke up and there was no difference between the Horses and Humans because it was a different world than yesterday... … I wonder how good it would be. He would have wanted it to be a groaning emotion. Is that wrong?”

“Ah, ah... ”

Her mouth was open and closed several times. From the crevice of my lips, a feeling of flow that was not just a language flowed out.

“This is a contract. You must discard all ideals from now on. You don't deserve more than that if you can't kill any of me... Pymon. Become a simple woman. ”

I want to give my life because something is right.

If you kill people for something like that, it will no longer be right. Here is the paradox that everyone in ideology gets over.

But what if the evil one in the beginning caused the slaughter?

There's a massacre. A lot of people die. The perpetrator makes no excuses. Suddenly, the continent's "consequential" republicism has spread.

This way, we can be sure to ask for the responsibility for the slaughter. At the same time, Republicanism is achieved. Republicanism remains pure, without regard to sin, as the unsub would never say he killed for Republicanism.

There are no heroes in that world, but there are no victims.

Only the wicked exist clearly.

People can look at beauty without any doubt or doubt.

“But you…… what about you! ”

“Don't make fun of me. I've already killed 100,000 people. It doesn't make a difference if you add a pymon to it. ”

I laughed cheerfully. My limbs twitch as my wounds have not healed yet. But I couldn't learn without smiling.

Good is incompetent and evil is competent. Somehow the world is like that. Anyone with a sense of humor should smile here.

“Thank you for worrying about me, but let's be honest. If you have the idea of saving me, put it in the trash right now. I don't want that. ”

“I don't want you to carry my things, either! ”

I smiled.

“I'm sorry, it doesn't matter anymore. ”

Don't know yet. I don't ask the other person for their consent. If we ask for consent, we become allies with the other party. A true skilled person doesn't need an accomplice.

The moment you told me you couldn't kill me, it was over.

All you need now is one lie. If you add that, you can snatch the soul of a crying woman from your sight.

I'll show you that from now on.

“I love you. Pymon.”

“Oh…? ”

Before Pymon could answer, I kissed her half way through.

Pymon's eyes widen. There was some resistance. She struggled to push me away.

I took advantage of the fact that I was a patient for ten minutes. As Pymon moves, he frowns as if his body were hurting. Pymon pauses, furious and agitated. You remembered I was a heavy casualty.

I took advantage of the gap.

As Pymon retreated, I forced a rougher kiss. She gently touched my body as if trying to push me away, but such a playful rebellion caused us to become entangled. The intensity of his posture gradually subsided.

All that remained was a gentle embrace of each other.

“ ……, …, ……. ”

Pymon slowly closes his eyes.

The tears around her eyes slip on her cheeks as she draws a beautiful curve.

At the same time, the sound of the effect is now sounding bleak.

"Deep affection! The other person is really counting on you. This affection will create a new title for your opponent.

50 Likes. First Likes Destroyed.

The first condition for attacking Pymon is not just giving up Pymon's ideals. It was a really bad joke. However, I was reassuring enough for now.

Likeability 50 is probably not just a figure. It is meaningful: it is a shame that a hero maintains his identity but also loves his lover. Exquisite balance is shown.

If he has less than 50 likes, he will choose them when his beliefs and lovers are given to him. If you have a preference for more than 50, you will override your lover. 50 means that you cannot choose this or that exactly....

In that sense, attacking is never a good thing.

Prior to meeting me, Pymon was completed as one of her own. I didn't need anyone else. But when I met her, she had something that weighed the same as her beliefs.

Belief means the identity of a person. Therefore, an attack is a stunt that destroys the target's identity from the root.

Laura gave up her worldview and chose to stay with me. Gamekin became a woman obsessed with love. When I reached Ivar, I lost my identity that had been built up for thousands of years, and I fell as my maid.

Yes, it is. I don't know what others think, but I call it the fall.

“Ah, ugh… hehe. ”

Smoother, kiss Pymon.

Her will to resist is no longer shrapnel. It was to accept me as I am. Pymon has fallen.

The only thing I regret is the fact that I am really sick.

If I'd been healthy, I'd have dragged Pymon to bed right now and made a mess of him. The kiss alone was a little lacking. Well, if you don't have teeth, you'll have to replace them with gums.

I was kissing the woman who said I loved her and I was thinking this. I was a complete and utter idiot. Isn't that the whole truth....

From now on, Pymon will follow my doctor. There may still be more remnants left over to try to act on their own, but if I demand it strongly, I can't refuse. That is the end of the Hiroist who was targeted.

The Demon Prince's army is under my complete control.

Barbato follows my advice, Pymon and Gamygin are taken from me, and Marvas has no intention of making a visible move on his own. It's a great ending.

If you tell Lapis about this, I'm sure he'll be upset, but...

At least I recognize that it is not polite to think of other women while kissing. It turns out I'm a man of manners. The manners themselves are not exaggerated.

Therefore, I focused on the feeling of Pymon's lips.

Feeling the night gone quiet.

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