Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

English-Korean authoritarian player.

Master of the eternal lake team and world-class violinist, one of the top 10 guilds in the world and one of the four guilds in England.

Artists with their own solid musical world.

Even if the author makes a somewhat unique remark, he is a 'blue violinist'! 'Yes,' said the authoritarian, unlike the average man! 'No one takes it oddly.

So the day I performed in the association of authoritarians.

Our half children were only astonished and had no great significance for the words and actions of the authorities.

That was the blind spot.

Wei...

As the wind sounded a little louder, I saw an air-stage limousine landing.

Jarod Lee came out in a limousine that stopped without engine sound.

"Good morning, my lord. Get in."

"Yes, hello."

Jarod Lee speaks the perfect Korean as if he were still watching Dubbing today.

Jarod Lee was much more superstitious than when he met him in front of the Seokchon Lake.

The blonde lustre also disappeared, and the cheeks went into thin air.

"I'm sorry I called this student in so late. Jane wanted to go, but she's not feeling well right now."

Jarod Lee said with a face that had no face.

At first, the author said he would come to see me with a silver advertisement.

Waiting for the author at the front door.

I got back on the phone, and I said,

[Teammates interrupt. I'm sorry. My conscience is here. I'll send the yard.]

He said he knew what was going on.

I didn't know the Sub-Team Master was coming out of the yard.

"Even when the team doctor and other team mates dried up, Jane insisted. It was hard to dry it. I only gave you permission because I gave you the condition to bring in my own loyal army."

No car headed to the destination quietly without noise.

I heard Jarod Lee mutter in a loud voice.

"This is all because of me."

Lake Seoul, Shinwol-dong, Yangcheon-gu, Seoul.

The eternal lake team building nearby.

Inside the eternal lake team building, in the form of a wooden building that blends with the exterior of the lake, was a fortress painted with transitional metal.

'It is natural to think about what the lake of eternity has been through.'

An eternal lake that was destroyed by a faction raid and lost the majority of its teammates to Manchester's Great Lakes invasion.

I can't help being sensitive to safety.

When I passed through the three security portals connecting the interior of the building, Jared Lee spoke to someone who was still messaging with the device.

"My Lord, I have a favor to ask."

"Tell me."

"Would you encourage Jane to eat? I haven't eaten a barrel lately. I'm a good player, but I don't know when I'm going to fall. I don't even want to use recovery item cards!"

The status of the authoritarian is more serious than I thought.

"Yes, I will."

"Yes! Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Jarod Lee started writing tons of messages with a whimsical face.

Maybe 'Bring me all the food I can get!' You're sending the same message.

Following the guidance of Jarod Lee, he passed through the fourth portal and saw the door with the blue violin awakened.

Immortal lake team members were seen standing in front of a door made of transitional metal.

"This student is the one he was talking to?"

"That's the kid from the staff. It's been a long time."

"Please encourage Jane to eat something. Please!"

There were some who came as staff in Hoffmann.

The person closest to the door opens the door and smiles with a frowning eye.

"I wish you well."

The eternal lake team member was told beforehand that no one had followed him inside the door.

'Blue violinist's room.'

In a frame framed with blue transition metal, it was full of posters of the author's all-time performances.

One side of the wall is an analog printed poster, and the other side is a hologram in which the author's performance footage is being developed.

The shelves underneath the posters and holograms listed trophies and listings.

"Practice and Composition." '

Dozens of viewfinders and musical notes and gimpens all over the room.

On the high table that came up to the waist, there was a stack of ink bottles and empty misses.

But ironically, here, the sound of this great violinist's room sounded completely incompatible.

Profit ― Queek!

Noise that destroys ears.

A horrible sound was sounding from the inside of this room, which would be heard by an energized handset.

Is that what the author said? '

As I approached the source of the sound, I stopped doing things I didn't know if the author was a violinist or a destroyer and looked back at me.

"Hello, Goddess."

A lotion of flies with absolutely no blood on the skin.

It was a bold voice, unlike when I was on the phone, but I looked blurry when I said it with that face.

"I'm sorry I brought you all the way here. Let's sit down."

Sitting on a feather fabric couch, I noticed that the table was set up to break my legs.

Pudding, jelly, dough, soup · · ·.

All the food in a glass bowl that was about the size of a vending machine's paper cup was easy to digest.

There was no room on the table, and all the drinks I had in my cart were caffeinated beverages.

"Can I eat?"

"Absolutely."

"Eat it too, Senior."

He brought me a pudding with tart cherries and strawberry juice.

"Well, I'm a little nervous."

"I'm uncomfortable eating alone."

He said, thinking of the eternal lake team members, including Jared Lee, who would be eager to open the door.

I hesitate to choose a bowl of blueberry jelly.

But I didn't pick up the spoon.

I think it is difficult to solve the meal of the authoritarian with my power.

"· · · I said something to say, tell me."

"I want to talk to you about Irena."

Choking.

The jelly bowl that the author was holding fell to the floor.

The bowl of jelly was not broken thanks to the blue ledge, but the author was still looking down at his powerless hands.

"Can I keep talking?"

I decided to ask the author for permission indirectly.

Technically, I'm a total stranger.

"· · · Yes. You're half his friend, and you saved him once."

He was looking at me with the blue eyes of the authoritarian.

The author knew that I saved Irena.

Now that the permission of the author has been given, I have decided to open my mouth.

"It's been weird since we first met in Ho Hoon. Because you, the rightful senior, and the team members of the lake of eternity acted awkwardly."

"Awkward? Where are you going?"

"The first thing I liked was the name."

The day of the show.

All four of us who worked as staff were wearing a staff badge with a big name on our neck.

"The name 'Lena' is very rare in my country. If you check the electronic family relations registration system, there aren't more than 300 people who use the name 'Lena'."

"· · · Is that a problem?"

"Lena is the name of your mother, the author, who is going to play the song, 'for LENA'. So in Korea, when you look at a kid who uses a rare name, it's a normal reaction to talk about it with curiosity. But no one mentioned it, just like I promised that day."

The members of the eternal lake team have been very kind to us that day and have been talking about it.

I'd advise you to come with me.

Nevertheless, Irena's name was not used as a topic.

It was in contrast to how the disciples of Chungho, who met on the same day, had reacted as soon as they saw the name "God of Discretion" written on my staff nameplate.

"You were surprised that Irena was staffed, rather than her own name. Maybe I heard from someone that Irena was here, but I didn't really hear how she was here."

As if my reasoning was not correct, the author looked down at me quietly.

"The second thing I like is the talented violin."

"· · · Did you like giving her a talented violin? I have close to 100 talented violins, so it wouldn't be weird to give one."

"Yes, it's a clue that you have so many talented violins."

"What do you mean?"

I looked around at the numerous posters and images on the wall and said,

"Your many talented violins are all blue. You're famous for turning on only the blue violin."

"Ah."

"The talent violin you gave Irena was platinum, right? If Irena is interested in the violin, she must have prepared it beforehand to give it to you. Otherwise, it's hard to explain why you had a platinum flute violin right before the show."

A thousand pages of material prepared by Munsaron.

When I checked all the information on the holding ability of the author's violin, there was no violin other than blue.

Tremont Blue, Royal Blue, Queen Blue, Bing Blue, Oriental Blue, and more.

There were various blue violins, but there were no platinum anywhere.

The author was obsessed with the violin of the blue body, known as the 'blue violinist', and this stubbornness had never been broken.

The author did not refute.

"The third is Jarod Lee."

"Jarod?"

"It was strange that the team's sub-master, Mr. Jared Lee, came to see our half of the kids who were the salespeople and gave them instructions and help."

"You guys might have done it because you were my juniors, right?"

"Even so, there is something more strange."

I developed a holographic list of associate staff from Moon Saeron.

On the last page of it, I saw the names of Moonlight, Irena, and Kim Yuri, as well as the commentary "Affiliation: Silver Advertising."

"This is the same data as the list of staff on the eternal lake side."

"· · · Is this a problem?"

"Yes."

"Where are you going?"

"Jared Lee knew our age. even though they don't have any age or grade on their staff list."

It is known that anonymous supernovices are silver ad freshmen, so I may have guessed at my age.

However, there was no tinnitus on the staff list.

Those who directly associate my real name with my name are school officials, who have been introduced to someone in advance, or who have investigated me.

'It's hard to think that those who returned in a hurry knew.'

Jarod Lee said that day:

["Besides, these kids are still young. Only seventeen."]

"I thought about the possibility of looking into it in advance just by name, but the time is running out. You probably know Irena's age, so that's what Jared Lee said."

It was the day before the staff list was finalized.

The Emperor is staffing until the end, Mane.

"For this reason, I think the team members of the lake of eternity, especially you, are unilaterally aware of Irena."

"Yes, I knew Lena."

From here it was an area of speculation.

"And it turned out that Jarod Lee had just been involved in the fantasy gate and sent more than 30 billion dollars over a decade to a permanently eliminated relative player."

The face of the author turned white.

"The source of the funds remitted is the senior's private property. But you didn't have any interaction with the player, and you didn't benefit from the fantasy gate."

Maybe he wanted to help someone through Jarod Lee.

"I think you were purely trying to help someone financially."

30 billion is not a small amount of money.

Jared Lee is working hard, and the person who will help with the money will be as valuable as family or family.

'The author said that he lost his mother and brother during the Manchester Daejeon attack, but there were still surviving families.'

The author is an English-Korean.

My father is a Korean who uses the surname "Kwon".

My mother was an Englishman with the name 'Lena'.

And while it's not common in modern England, there are times when you name your grandmother's granddaughter.

In 25 years, the Princess, born of the British royal family, was also named after her great-grandmother and grandmother.

The opponent's name is Irena, who finally gave him a platinum talent violin.

Is this a coincidence?

'Just like the target that Jared Lee sent there, Irena's parents were also involved in the fantasy gate and became permanently eliminated players. Maybe they're the same person?'

Adults such as Jarod Lee are not "adults".

Lena, the same name as the mother of the author.

There was still some part of the speculative realm, but it was hard to see all this as a coincidence.

"Isn't Irena's real name" Vortex "?"

The author looked at me quietly without saying anything for a long time.

"· · · Yes. Lena's the only blood I have left."

A drop of tears fell from the blue eyes of the author.

"Lena is my dead brother's daughter and niece."

Ends