How the Villain Lives

38. I don't know anything.

Hit it, hit it.

The branches were burning and the surroundings were illuminating. A bonfire made of familiar craftsmanship that uses dry branches and mixes them properly in a freezer to maintain a constant fire power without emitting much smoke. Despite being in the woods and not knowing where it was, the surroundings were neatly organized, so there was not enough to stay homeless all night.

Near the campfire, two men and women were talking face to face.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I can't decide yet. I don't even know what he is yet. I still don't feel good."

The blond man, whose appearance seemed to blend appropriately between East and West, Arben scratched his head slightly as he looked at the unidentified figure lying next to him. Shortly after the mission began, an unidentified man suddenly fell from the sky. I don't know how high the hell I fell, but the wound was pretty serious. Overall, the intense internal injuries to the bones and arms were definitely broken and the flesh was torn long to save a man who had become bloody. Lucia, a colleague, wanted to restore him.

'Look at these wings. Apparently he's not a bad guy.'

The man who fell from the sky had beautiful wings of light on one side of his back. Losing consciousness, Lucia distinguished the man as a good man, although his wings soon disappeared. Of course, Arben was a completely inconceivable logic.

It is not just good people who use divine power, it is not just bad people who use black magic. Of course, they may be prejudiced to some extent by the nature of treating others and harming them, but the people they've been through so far have been so diverse. From a crazy old man who rapes women while using his divine power, he uses compulsion, but his heart is weaker than anyone else.

'Of course, this is a feature of Lucia.'

A Saint who looks at everything in the world in a positive way and shows mercy to any evil. That's Lucia. Due to her unparalleled good character, she also followed this mission to protect her.

"Mm-hmm."

"Oh, I think I'll wake up now."

"I can't believe I woke up so late while enjoying a high-quality potion and the Saint's recovering magic. By the way, Lucia, step back for a second."

"Yes? Now, wait..."

Covering Lucia's front, Arben starts to awaken her senses when she increases her sleeping magic power. From the outside, nothing has changed, but Arben is definitely in combat right now.

'You can think about whether the user falls into the world of The Mission or the NPC that exists in this world later. What I need to think about now is that this guy's abilities are unusual.'

After a brief examination of the body while fainting, I was able to see the resilience that suddenly heals and the enormous magical power of deep sleep. If an opponent of this magnitude reveals hostility, he is forced to recount the classics to some degree.

Argh.

"……."

The man who stood up began to look around without saying a word. I tried to get up as I was, but my broken arm had not recovered yet, so I had to frown slightly on the pain that was pushing me.

"I'm glad you're recovering, and I want you to answer a few questions on this side when you wake up."

"Over there."

"Don't say anything. All I have to do is answer the question. If you can't do that, you could create a situation where you have no choice but to answer."

"Arben, no matter how..."

"Lucia."

Lucia, who was holding his waist to dry Arben, was forced to look at his eyes and take a slight bite of his lips and step back. Despite being so far away from the black hole, Arben exudes a strange sense of humiliation. No matter where you attack, you feel like you're going to get caught or not.

"Ask again. You'd better think carefully and answer."

"……."

"What's your name?"

"……."

A brief silence followed and the air began to sink more and more cheaply. And the moment Arben made the urge, the man hit the player first.

"You don't intend to tell me?"

"... Hey, what's my name?"

Having experienced all sorts of situations so far, Arben was confident enough to respond no matter what the other person reacted to. Once he could disguise himself as a good man to loosen his vigilance, and vice versa, he could take precautions in doubting this side. I've even experienced open-minded hostilities or aggressive attacks.

However, I can assure you, I have never heard such a ridiculous answer.

"What did you say?"

"What was my name again?"

"Why are you asking me that? You don't even know his name?"

In response to Arben's question, the man answered with a very subtle expression.

"I know it doesn't make sense to answer, but I don't remember my name. What's my name?"

"... You don't want to say amnesia, do you?"

"Oh, I was going to say that."

"……."

"... But I'm hungry. Can I give you something?"

Tickle.

Looking at Lucia stabbing her side, Arben sinks his excitement.

I can't believe if that's true or not, but for now, I had to take a step back from here. Arben steps aside, Vicky Lucia gives out a bowl of warm soup that Arben made.

Lucia took a bowl of soup and started spreading it. She suddenly emptied a bowl and asked for another bowl that made her four years old. Even if you've given up a hundred times and have a real memory loss, isn't that a relaxing attitude?

"Don't you remember your real name?"

"Yeah, well, I remember some of the same names that I used to know, but that's definitely not my name."

"So remember which country you're from?"

"Oh, yes. I remember that. He's Korean. Which country are you from?"

"Me and Arben are Canadian."

"Wait! Did you just say amnesia? But how do you remember that?"

Arben, looking naturally at a man of his own nationality, tackles. However, the man who was baking bread in the soup replied with a natural virtuous expression.

"To be precise, not the complete amnesia, but only the information about me was lost. like I have knowledge of swords and magic and cooking. But I don't remember what I did with my sword, who I cooked for, what I could guess about me. If memory had flown perfectly in the first place, wouldn't we have had this conversation?"

'Do you have such amnesia?!'

I don't know what Arben knows about London, but I think there was probably no amnesia that could be used so conveniently.

"That's convenient amnesia. Remember everything else?"

"What do you want me to do with that? Now that I've told you the truth, whether you believe it or not, you can choose between two things."

"So you know what this world is?"

"Isn't it a world called The Mission?"

"Do you know about the compulsory mission?"

"Of course I know."

"But you don't know who you are? You don't even remember what to guess who you are?"

"Yes."

There is no change in the look of an iron plate on the face. Lucia had a grassy expression that she wanted to help one way or the other, but Arben considered this man infinitely ominous. If you want to catch a tweet, you can catch as many tweets as you want. But this time I couldn't.

'I'm so sloppy, I can't feel where to walk the tackle from!'

If I postponed amnesia, I would have at least come up with a more realistic answer. If this is acting, there is no way Halley would answer such doubtful questions with such a natural virtuous look, but on the contrary, if it is a real amnesia, it hurts his head in its own way. Is there a sequel to amnesia that only forgets about the real self?

Is it possible to respond like this even if you have amnesia? Arben, who had been hesitating for a while, immediately sighed a little.

"Fine. I'll believe it says amnesia. I would have lied a little more plausible if I'd lied. But you can find out if you forgot your name or if you're good or evil."

"How?"

"Open your status window and tell me what's in it."

"Ah!"

Lucia, who was embarrassed by the first symptoms of amnesia, vomited a brief emotional touch to Arben's most basic solution. Even if it is amnesia, the status window displays the name. In the meantime, according to the way he has acted, reputation and notoriety are also built up, so he can judge his tendencies.

"That's right! That should do it. What's your name?"

When Lucia looks at him with naive eyes, the man looks at something and tries to give an answer. However, as the man shook his mouth to say something, he frowned slightly and made a false sound.

"Why would I?"

"... What?"

"… Yes?"

"No, it's a little weird when you think about it. I know you don't trust me because you need information, but if you think the other way around, I don't trust you. What if you hit me in the back with something called amnesia and you're just trying to get information out of me? Do you have any idea how much damage that would cause if your personal information were abused?"

"Hey you..."

"Brother Arben! You promised me that you would use only fine words!"

It was Lucia who was the only woman who melted the atmosphere of the two men who were being cooled. When I looked desperately at the blonde that was made of molten gold and the purely radiant pupils that seemed to have nothing to do with it, the man sighed and said.

"Yooseong."

"Yooseong? That's a strange name. Is your last name Yue's last name?"

"No, it's just Yooseong. I will let you know if I think I can trust you later."

'I don't know why, but I don't think I should give you a name.'

A man, or Yooseong, thought so and named Yooseong after the first two letters of his name.

"Then we should move on to the next one. What's the propensity level?"

"I really don't want to tell you that."

"Brother Arben. You say you don't like it. Don't be too hasty."

"Lucia. You're too easy on other people to say. It's okay because I'm stuck, but what are you gonna do when I can't help you?"

"Are you two lovers?"

"... Don't ask me that!"

"Meteor is useless, but don't pay attention. You can manipulate as many numbers as you want with your own mouth anyway, so there's a better way."

As Arben stretched out his arm, the sword he had left beside the bonfire flew by himself and grabbed him by the hand. The sword was not revealed, but it felt solemn enough to be stuck in the sword house. A simple yet stylish handle told me it wasn't usually a sword.

And Arben threw the sword at Yooseong without hesitation.

"What about this?"

"Draw the sword once."

"Can I check the information?"

"I don't care how much it takes. But just pull the sword perfectly."

Slurp.

Yooseong, who thought there would be no big problem, started pulling the sword because he wasn't pulling the weapon. I could not believe it was made of metal, but I was forming an atmosphere that was several times more holy than when I entered a black black house that was pulled out softly without making a little noise.

On dusty, silver-white days, numerous geometric symbols and letters were echoed, shining on their own without bending to the darkness around them.

Fragarach

Rating: Fresh ()

Type: Longsword

A sword of God that appears in Celtic mythology. With the sword of Manan Maghr, the fairy king, I passed it on to Lu, the goddess of light. The name of the sword means' the answerer 'and reflects the propensity of the owner to own two different things.

Attributes of Last Name, Last Name, and Wind.

Has extreme cutting power.

Absolute cutting of items below Unique grade.

Increases all damage by 100% when priced to Pragarah.

Increases armor and shield damage by 100% with Pragarach.

Pragarach Bane Wounds can't heal spontaneously for a certain period of time and void Rare or lower recovery magic.

Magic Power Amplification 200%

All Stats +150

Can be used once in an 8Circle Magic 'Wind cannon' fortnight.

Last name when the user's tendency is close to a line. Defines the wind properties.

When the user's propensity is close to his or her horse, he or she changes his or her horse and style attributes.

This is an ego sword.

"... wow."

Among the few items in my memory, I have never seen such spectacular abilities. He read the last three lines and frowned on his forehead, confirming that there were only 12 options in the description window.

"Attributes are determined by your predisposition?"

As soon as the words fell, the silver sword began to bite black. Seeing a sword bitten with a dark color to suck the light out, Arben snorts out and reaches out his hand. The black that was caught in the meteor's hand escapes by itself without any means and returns to him. Once caught by Arben, the blackened sword began to shine brighter than ever before in silver.

"You don't have to listen to excuses. This is Evil."

It was a thorough contempt that came to Arben's two eyes. Lucia looks at the black bitten sword and trembles slightly.

"Depending on the propensity of this black user, it has no other attributes. I just turned fast enough I've never seen before. You must be evil, right?"

I'm sure of it. Yooseong fell into panic for a while in a pretty serious situation. I didn't even think this kind of item existed. However, as his head became more complex, his chest began to sink strangely calmly, and he opened his mouth without his knowledge.

"Yes, but what did you say?"

"What?"

"Does one of the tendencies in that state window tell you whether I'm a good person or a bad person? Are you saying that a good person is unconditionally good and a bad person is unconditionally bad?"

"... most likely."

"What are the criteria? Instead of doing something that helps a hundred people, if you make one person miserable and sad, is that what you call good? Who makes a hundred people unhappy for one person is unconditionally evil? Maybe I was trying to protect a handful of people who were being persecuted and fingered."

Something strange was happening. Arben kept his mouth shut with the idea of hearing what this unarmed man was saying anyway, and Lucia was listening to the story while looking at Yooseong with fearful eyes.

"For a few weak people, such as the handicapped, the fallen and the inadvertent, the strong or the majority may have done something unfortunate. So in the system, if tendencies are judged to be evil, then am I a bad person as well?"

"So you worked for that minority?"

"I don't remember that either, so I don't know what to say."

'... Why is this guy annoying?'

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