Hunter of the Perished World

“Solarium is only a few minutes away. ”

Ramfil mutters quietly. They were on their way to the big city.

“Hah... Hah..."

Those who struggled to follow Ramfil covered themselves with a long robe coming down to his calf. The bleached gray hair and the sparkly eyes were quite spectacular, so they hid like this.

Anyone who knows there's a witch in the world. Anyone who knew the word witch was unique enough to call her a witch and at the same time exotic.

No matter how he appeared, anyone could notice, and his gaze was never favorable.

Ramfil said, looking at the weariness of his followers.

“You'll be able to rest when we get there. ”

“Hah... Hah... Yes... ”

“Frey, let's take a little walk. ”

“Never mind, I can go.... ”

She breathes and struggles to follow Ramfil.

Two years passed, and it was a year and a half ago that she told Ramfil her name.

After two years,

The White Witch was still powerless.

She doesn't tell you her name, and Ramfil doesn't want to know her name.

Hey, you, there.

Ramfil did not call her any more than that. She also didn't have the energy to care about such a title.

The journey in Greenland was hard and harsh. Greenland had no MCP, so the number of monsters was absolutely small. Most of the monsters that were able to get back and forth at most were settled.

The land was desolate to humans and even to monsters.

I forcefully chewed the creature's flesh and threatened the White Witch as well as the Lamfil.

There was often a lack of chip energy to sustain energy in the body, so there was not enough room to use superhuman abilities. Due to the bitter cold, the distance to travel in one day was limited, and there were a lot of snowstorms that blocked my feet for days or weeks.

The occasional scenery of snow was just an abomination for Ramfil and the White Witch.

It only took half a year to reach the southeast coast of Greenland. And that was the limit of the White Witch.

The White Witch falls, and Ramfil carries her on his dying back and walks across the snow. She hadn't woken up for a week, and the only clue she had was that Ramfil wasn't dead yet.

It's hard and difficult to walk with a cyborg, Ramfil.

Ramfil miraculously encountered the people who lived there.

It was a shock to Ramsay that there were people living there, too. With a relatively few monsters, it's rare to have to deal with them. Humans are rare, so there are no slatters.

Their only enemies were cold and hunger.

It was cruel, but with the help of those who live in a not cruel place. They were just a small area, but everyone was strong and everyone was warm to humans.

They gave shelter and food to Ramfil and the White Witch who were wandering the snow.

After that lonely and miserable journey, Ramfil no longer knows what's what.

I was confused when I saw myself resting on the fact that the breath of life he was carrying did not have to end.

To find Leona and Jean, I don't know if I'm just hanging out with the White Witch for a reason.

The White Witch couldn't open her eyes more than a week after arriving there.

The White Witch also watched Lamfil quietly staring at herself, and she was also unable to figure out what was going on.

I couldn't tell if I was with the person in front of me just to get the seal, just because.

We went through that dreadful and cruel snowfall together, and eventually we came upon a small miracle. Ramfil lies on his bed, gazing at the White Witch, speechless.

We walked together for half a year, but we had never looked each other in the eye for so long.

Ramfil looks at the White Witch and asks.

What's your name? ’

It was too late.

If you were going to ask, you should have asked, but now it's too late to ask.

But the White Witch thought slowly.

What was my name?

I forgot when I said it, and I forgot that it was in me, but I had a hard time getting it out.

She had no name. The first memory was the lab, and it was the beginning of every memory. Many subjects died, and one of the two survived in the end was her.

The other was the only thing she could count on.

They named each other.

A name given to him by an experimenter in the same position as himself. When there was only one person to rely on, the name she named herself as she named herself.

The White Witch named her EYEL. Thinking it was the name of an angel, I made it up.

We would die here, but if we die, you would become an angel and enjoy eternal happiness in heaven.

Elle wants her to be happy alive. In the sense that she wants what she wants.

‘Pray. ’

I gave it a name.

No one was curious about her name and did not ask. That's why a name is like a password. There was nothing to tell anyone about the password that was only shared with Elle.

Researchers were more interested in her body data and fusion rates than that name.

Her name means no one in the world since Elle died. She had also forgotten her name. Thanks to Ramfil's question, knowing her name is now the only two things in the world.

With herself.

Ramfil.

"Frey."

Ramfil rolls a fragile name in his mouth that does not fit the nickname White Witch at all. The White Witch heard her name being pronounced from someone else's mouth and felt the strange echo stirring her heart.

The White Witch frowns a little.

I felt overwhelmed by my emotions, so I had no choice but to distort my face while covering my face.

And she also asked a question too late.

What's your name? ’

It was a question like Lamfil.

‘Ramfil.'

Half a year after they met, they gave each other names.

They didn't know anything.

Ramfil traveled with Gin to hunt the White Witch, as if the journey itself had been a purpose.

They were accompanying each other temporarily for each other's purposes, and they realized that the fact that they ended up together already meant something to them.

But only then, the White Witch did not change her attitude.

The town was an unnamed district, and it was only a small town about twenty-six in size.

Ramfil and Frey didn't tell you the details in person, but they thought they were married. It's not too similar to bloodline, and it's not a relationship. The two of them have been desperately together in the great snow.

Ramfil and Frey spent half a year there.

I didn't intend to stay that long. Crossing the harsh sea surrounding Greenland has only been postponed since Frey's sympathy has been restored. The sea was too vast for them to cross on a raft ride.

That's why, while staying there, Ramfil spent time repaying his debt to the people there.

Ramfil was physically superior to them. The villagers were familiar with the habitat of monsters and beasts, and Ramfil hunted.

In just a month, Ramfil was able to get enough food for the people there to eat for a year. Unlike what they helped at first, the villagers were thankful to Ramfil.

And about half a year ago, Ramfil felt he needed to make a decision.

You see no signs of Frey's recovery.

It doesn't mean the situation has deteriorated, but Frey is still unable to use his power as he intended. It may have consumed too much power in the war in India, or it may have been a side effect caused by the aftermath of the seal.

When he said he didn't see any signs of recovery, he lowered his head.

As if he doesn't have a face.

‘It's true.'

‘ ……. ’

‘I'm not lying. ’

‘I didn't say anything. ’

Ramfil had a strange conversation.

Why would Frey lie about not getting his strength back? So Frey desperately said it was true.

And I think I know why.

It was similar to when I was with Leona. I didn't know what Leona meant to do, but Lamfil felt it when he was with Frey one more time.

Knowing that we had some feelings about each other.

I know that we have a desire to settle down in this situation somewhat.

Frey is concerned that what he says about his power not recovering may sound like a lie to Ramfil.

Lamfil also didn't ask any more questions because he seemed to know what the White Witch was talking about.

Now you and I need that lie, too.

You fought so desperately to kill this poor little thing.

Ramfil's head gets complicated. Both of them had a desire to settle down. The White Witch raises her head with difficulty in the silence of Ramfil.

‘Obviously, I didn't want my strength to recover. ’

‘ ……. ’

‘But it's also true that the power really doesn't recover. ’

Frey once again spoke the truth.

It's like a confession in some sense.

I don't want to go out into the world. The cold and hunger alone were like saying that they wanted to live in a harsh but tranquil place, the enemy of life. A year ago, he would have grabbed hold of his hair and yelled, "Stop laughing."

But Ramfil no longer deals with Frey that way. Ramfil opens his mouth slowly, looking at his sad yet bold eyes.

‘But Frey, I.... ’

Frey has left nothing in the world.

Ramfil left something in the world. That's why we have to go back. If he is dead, we must confirm his death.

‘I know. I don't want to be stubborn. ’

In the beginning, the goal was to find Leona through Frey's psychic waves. Ramfil doesn't even have to take Frey if her powers don't come back.

The world was a dangerous place for her to be without her powers. Wargrave will try to recover, and people will be excluded because of its exotic appearance.

She doesn't know how to live among people. Not only do I stay here but I don't go outside as much as I can, but I can't speak properly if anyone but Ramfil talks to me.

To her, man was always a man like himself, but also a perpetrator of himself. There was no way I could be comfortable with such an existence.

‘You can stay here... ’

‘No.’

But Frey couldn't accept that.

‘Keep your promise. ’

Frey said so. It's the simplest, easiest way to imprison each other. You find Leona, I get a seal. Don't even think about leaving me.

Until then, we're together. Remind Ramfil of it, but at the same time disconnect it.

That's as far as we go. That's what we say to Ramfil, but also to ourselves.

I don't care about meeting Leona.

But what if we meet Gene?

Jean, the demon-hunter, wants to keep Frey alive. Can you do it like you saved Leona's life?

Weakened now might be an opportunity to kill her.

That's why apart from Frey's fear of going out into the world, Ramfil was also afraid. But it was a manifesto that I had to meet them. I couldn't give up on that possibility.

I couldn't answer that, but Ramfil couldn't stand by.

Using Frey's power, it was impossible to cross the sea on a sea monster.

Ramfil needed the help of the villagers. They did not understand Ramfil's words of having to go across the Great Sea to the continent.

But that did not persuade Ramfil. The villagers were curious about what Ramfil had done to them, so they helped out in both ways to do that nonsense.

However, there was not much support in a poor village.

All they could afford was a motorboat, and it was a huge favor to them. Everyone drove that little motorboat across the ocean to stop it from killing themselves.

"You idiot, this is crazy. ’

Frey also had to quit school looking at Ramfil, who was fixing the motorboat. But there was no hesitation in Ramfil's expression. Frey also had to go when Ramfil asked him to go.

Repairing the motorboat was not a big deal. Eventually, Ramfil shakes his snow and hunts for rare monsters to scrape the chips. After securing the fuel, Ramphil bids farewell to the villagers.

Everyone thought it was impossible to sail, and Frey also boarded the motorboat in contemplation. Farewell to those who stayed with them for half a year, and Ramfil departed the boat.

Fortunately, Frey has not regained his strength, but has not yet been attacked by a monster. That's why the oceanic monster never tried to turn the boat upside down.

The sea breezes and waves hit them in the harsh seas and they crossed the ocean.

from Greenland to Iceland, from Iceland to the Faroe Islands, from the Faroe Islands to the U.K. to the U.K.

There was some drifting in the middle of a motorboat, and I had to spend days repairing it because the reactor was damaged.

Ramfil had to row, leaving the British mainland 50 kilometers behind because the reactor was overloaded and could no longer be used. He literally arrived forcefully.

From there, Ramfil followed the British mainland to Namhae. The creature did not threaten Frey, but Frey's striking appearance was easily noticed.

Frey was of great interest to the town or city. And that interest usually comes out in a bad way. In Castle, the Holy Spirit coveted Frey's unique appearance, and in the Free City, there were those who sold him as a kidnapper or a witch.

Frey's eyes and gray hair were strange, and his skin was too white and smooth to accept it.

In the former country, Frey was either a goddess or a demon.

In the end, he got a long hood and chose to cover his head to toe, and it was best not to expose his appearance when he was dizzy.

Ramfil killed many of the most intrusive kidnappers in the UK, and had to go through all sorts of things, such as killing or threatening the Holy Father of Castle. Slatters, of course, had nothing to say.

After returning to the continent, Frey's mistrust of humanity and disgust worsened, not weakened.

They walked to the southernmost corner of England and crossed the Dover Strait.

Two years after the incident in India. Ramfil and Frey pulled off the blacksmith that they thought would be impossible to revive.

They have now reached the great city of Budapest, Solarium.