Hunter of the Perished World

You aim and shoot properly this time, but you are still unfamiliar with the shooting, and the bullet hits the sheriff in the shoulder.

The pursuers have already begun to catch up with Leona. The sheriff grits his teeth and shouts.

"Shoot it! Kill it!"

The arrows have left the demonstration at the Sheriff's errand.

Pippin!

But Leona has already rolled over and dodged an arrow once. The arrow pierces into Leona's spot. Arrows require a long reload time. The distance to the front gate is thirty meters, with guards carefully firing arrows at Leona.

Bang!

Once again, the gun fires, but Leona is not good enough to hit a long range target.

"Shit…."

"Get it! Get it!"

After attacking the sheriff, Leona became not only a refugee in the alley, but an enemy of the compassionate as well.

'There are only three shots left.'

But there are many enemies. Not enough ammunition to kill them all. The enemies rush in with clubs and scrap swords to kill Leona. Even if Leona is an outstanding base, she can't overcome this situation.

Gene gave Leona gun for self-defense, not for a fight. However, the enemy moves in an organized fashion faster than expected. The square was an open field, and the enemy was aiming arrows. There's nowhere to run.

To make it easier to shoot arrows, the enemy begins to surround Leona.

"Fire at will, guards! I had you cornered!"

Survivors in the alley have blocked all of Leona's retreat. It's like a rabbit mall.

I don't want to die here! '

Leona bites her teeth. As long as you live like a dog and die like a dog, you will survive.

"Fire!"

"I'm not going to die like my mother! '

Leona rolls away from the five arrows shooting at her. But it's no use. Enemies reload their arrows and keep avoiding the arrows as if they were some kind of trick in the inevitable square.

Three bullets left.

Do we shoot things in an alleyway and then cross the trash wall? No, I have to save bullets.... What good are bullets when you're dead? What, what, how... '

"Fire!"

Pippin!

Once again, the arrow leaves the demonstration, and Leona shouts out in a fierce longing.

"You damn hunter! When are you coming?"

As if answering a shout, the arrows rushing towards Leona stopped in front of her, as if she were lying.

"Well, what the... This."

Tongue!

The arrow that floats in the air pauses in the air, as if someone had caught it, and immediately drops helplessly to the ground.

"Hey, kid. Psychowave, you know it's noisy. I'm about to break my head."

And someone walks slowly through the front door. I had never seen his face, and his clothes were shredded to the point of being bare.

“Who, who…. ”

Suddenly, the woman walks slowly to Leona, not caring about the people around her. Her long, bleached hair had flowed down to her calf, and her eyes, which were dazzled by the bright light, were showing that she was insane.

This is something other than man, though it was taken in human form.

"Well, what... What harmony are you in? Who are you!"

"Don't you know?"

The sheriff shouts, holding the bleeding shoulder, and the gray-haired woman grins. The woman reaches out and the intangible stream of air from her hand shatters the sheriff.

The answer was not a woman with gray hair, but a completely wrong person.

"No, it's a witch! A real witch!"

A survivor from the alley that was chasing Leona.

"What, if you're calling me a real witch, you knew she was a fake witch?"

"!"

People started running away screaming. The white-haired woman smiles as if her mouth was torn open.

"Yes, I am a Witch."

The man died from a deformed tentacle pierced the fingertips of a bald woman without even having a chance to make excuses. The woman said with a distorted tentacle in her right hand.

"It's also Ailen."

The red turbulence emanating from the woman's left hand strikes people, and for thousands of years they shrank like an old mummy.

"Vampires at the same time."

As the woman rolls her feet, the black liquid rising from the floor grabs people and drags them to the ground.

Woodpeck! Woodpeck!

The sound of bones breaking in the bodies of those forcibly swallowed by the earth terrifies Leona's ears.

"Demons, too."

The woman who sprays black, red, white and bright energy all over her body laughs at those who pee because of fear.

Foreign body, vampire, witch, and witch. The gray-haired woman who controls all the power of your demon smiles with a terrifying look. It seemed that the woman was not impressed by the sudden slaughter. The gray-haired woman lays her hands on Leona's head, and her face darkens.

"Eel... Is he dead?"

The white-haired witch glances at Leona quietly and spits out.

She didn't just arrive here by accident. She followed Leona's psychic waves.

To be precise, Leona's psychic waves were mistaken for someone else. But she realizes something and opens her mouth with a depressed look.

"Kid, stay away from the humans."

"What...?"

"If I fit in, I think I'm doing something crazy."

Boom, boom, boom!

"Ow!"

Once the witch reaches out her hand, the deformed tentacles rush around and turn the surviving humans into minced meat. Leona curls up and screams. I've never felt more terrified in my life.

There are screams everywhere, and someone cries out in terror. The white-haired witch strokes Leona's head once, then passes.

"Y-you…. What?"

Leona asked the gray-haired witch.

"Demons, like you."

There's only so much difference between you and me and the devil. The white-haired witch rescues Leona and passes without even having a proper conversation. It was a step with no regrets, no foolishness. When the white-haired witch left, there was only Leona alive there.

Leona sits vacant for a long time. Like a dazzled person, he doesn't say anything like a person who has confirmed that he doesn't want to know something.

I still don't know what the Devil is, but Leona knows what she is.

I've been taught to live with that. And I've lived with it.

Leona is not Leona at the time. What is the reason to live?

But Leona got up again.

Then, as they roamed through the pity of the miserable slaughter, they began to plunder the ruined free city chips. There's nothing left to be shocked or feared.

It was only around the time when Leona had been robbed of all her pity. Gene is back.

"...... What a mess."

Gene looks at Leona, who is waiting for her at the half-destroyed inn. The inn was already out of business and had no idea when the building was going to collapse. Gene doesn't know what happened here.

I could only surmise that the same destruction that happened to Fortress was done in the footsteps of this destruction.

‘The Devil is here. ’

And when Leona saw him alive, she didn't ask any questions.

But Leona looks at Gin and says,

"Are you gonna kill me?"

"……."

Just as Gene has learned something, Leona has learned something. That's why Leona had no choice but to ask what kind of judgment the demon-hunter would make.

Gene asked a completely different question.

"Why didn't you run away?"

Leona bows her head to the question and says in a gloomy tone.

"I want to live."

"If you wanted to live, you should have run."

"I want to live, but I don't want to live like this."

"……."

"Why didn't you run away? Then why didn't you kill me?"

"I wasn't sure you were the Devil."

"Are you sure now?"

"I have evidence I'm half certain of."

"Are you going to kill me?"

Gene hasn't spoken in a while. Leona, who said she wanted to live, remained defenseless in front of the most dangerous creature of her life.

Leona bows her head with her teeth clenched.

Leona wanders the lonely wilderness. You survived while avoiding thieves, robbers, gangsters, and robbers, avoiding Slater, and avoiding the vagrant. In all of that, Leona was alone.

I think we should survive.

Ultimately, Leona vomits sadly.

"Mom said it's better to roll around in the dog litter alive."

Gene doesn't say anything.

"But I don't want to live like that anymore."

Recognizing loneliness, Leona is now terrified and in agony of lonely moments.

"Rolling in the shit is just rolling. I don't want to live like this anymore. I hate being alone. I can't fall alone in a forest with nothing to sleep in."

Leona pours out tears, shaking less. If we have to leave Gene and go back to that life, Leona thinks it might be better for him to die.

I learned some good things because I'm not alone, but it hurts me that I have to be alone again.

Being with someone made me realize what it's like to be alone. But I was not satisfied with being alive.

I want to be with Gene. I wanted a life, not a life.

Once she knew she was the Devil, she knew it was impossible, but waited for Jean to be confirmed. Even if Gene kills himself as a result.

However, the hunter's stern expression shows a willingness to never allow it.

"Life sucks…."

Despite Leona's frustrating and cute words, Gene is expressionless. Leona lowers her head silently.

If Jin tries to kill himself, he will die.

Gene thinks about something, thinks about something.

Judge something. Not as a hunter, but as a gin. Looking at the drooling Leona, Gene struggles to get the words out.

"For a hundred years after the end of the world, I've lived as a demon-hunter."

Gene talks about himself. Leona felt more unfamiliar with Jean speaking about that long period of time.

"And for another hundred years after the Devil disappeared, I lived as a demon hunter in a world without him."

Jinn's expression was not shaken, but in his mind, there seemed to be some turbulence.

"It's been a long time..."

"……."

"It's been a long time, so now I don't know why I have to hunt demons."

Talking to the White Ball, Gene becomes aware of his own wandering aimlessly to find the Devil. I forgot why I had to do it a long time ago.

And when the devil returned, Gene was more confused than happy. It's like someone who remembers a dream he forgot a long time ago.

"But I'm going to hunt the Devil. As it has been so far."

Gene will hunt the Devil because he has lived like that, even if he has lost his reason. And that's like saying you want to kill Leona.

"But this time especially... I'm thinking of ordering. I'm sorry I didn't keep my promise to get you somewhere safe...."

But unlike that commitment, Gene had to admit that the thief's cat was stuck to some extent in his heart to get rid of it.

Jean raises her head. The snowflake has already risen.

"You are next."

"What?"

"Go."

The devil is too powerful to deal with you right now. That's just a long way to say you don't want to kill Leona.

"Live in hiding somewhere. Don't let me find you."

It was forbidden, of course, to have mercy on prey, especially demons. But Gene decided to let Leona live because he was dealing with a stronger enemy first. The time left for Leona to hunt the prototype was a grace period.

Leona wakes up staggering slowly. Jean's horrific expression prevented Leona from saying anything.

"I…. I'd rather be... with you..."

"Enough."

Leona tries to make a point, but Gene cuts it off completely.

"Stop saying that."

Leona bites her lip on Gin's cold words.

"You don't know how I feel about saying this."

"……."

"Some of the witches I hunted were more precious to me than others."

Nevertheless, I killed her for being a witch.

"Just because I'm a witch, the monster killed someone I've never met in my life."

"……."

"Now I'm making an exception for the first time in my life."

Without knowing why, Gene looks down at Leona.

"By letting you go now, I have insulted everything I've already killed."

The Demon Hunter adds.

"So, fuck off."

Leona can't say anything with her fist in her hand. Leona couldn't blame him, and couldn't understand him because she didn't know what he was thinking. I may not kill you, but I can't be with you knowing you're the Devil.

Leona gets up, staggering, and walks slowly past the camp, exhausted.

Beyond the camp, Leona mutters, her teeth bitterly.

“You're a coward. ”

Gene gives no answer, and Leona disappears leaving a note. Leona leaves somewhere, and Jean stands still.

I had to chase after the prey, but now I needed time to clear all my thoughts.

[You must save the demon's blood.]

However, Gin's eyes were engraved with the message.

Did I have to cut open the heart of that little thing and suck out the source of life?

Gene decided not to, and the reason was completely unreasonable. The life of a hunter far from rationality, but this time, Jean even abandoned the hunter's rule.

I don't know if it was worth it.

There are only choices and consequences. Gene doesn't stop for long, and moves straight. It started to rain in the faint sky, and gradually it started to rain.

Gene is alone again and now walks towards a clear goal.

A hundred years of wandering is over.