Hunter of the Perished World

Goooooooo!

MuKali runs ahead of him, not knowing what the coming fierce aggravation is, fearing that something unknown is coming. Ramfil follows behind with his photon sword out.

Squeak! Squeak!

Mukali swings a chain full of swords, and something intangible strikes it violently. Raiding Ramfil was more energy than an object.

Fortunately, the photodisruptive sword was able to cut through the energy.

Boom!

The energy that was coming in was torn apart when the photon sword touched, but now the space itself is an enemy. Mukhali was cautious but fast, and Ramfil was also confident in controlling his body.

Turn, turn, run.

Both of them cut through the running space without even making a slight mistake. I don't know what it is, but I feel a strong crisis that it disappears with space at the moment of the siege.

Mukhali runs fast, but strikes a tight space. Every time he slaps and swings his sword, a violent shudder slashes forward, and Ramfil follows and cuts through the approaching space behind him.

Fighting in a space with nothing gives Ramfil a strange feeling, but it certainly feels like something is being handed over.

About a dozen minutes of sprinting, Ramfil plunged into the ground with a sudden feeling of fading.

Private!

“Look out!"

Tak!

Mukali grabs Ramfil's arm, which is about to fall into the pit, and pulls him up. Ramfil is shook up with the feeling of being pulled to the soul! I got out of somewhere and ran to the ground.

“Huff…. Ugh..."

Even Ramfil breathed a few times, feeling like his heart was going to fall. Even Mukali sighs with a cool expression.

“Damn it…. That's bad.”

“Just now…. What was that? I was definitely on my way... ”

“I've overlapped my story with a live one.... No, there's a overlap. ”

Mukali sweeps his chest and mutters.

“Even if I came to the door alive, I was half as likely to enter into overlapping conflicts. ”

Ramfil has half the chance of entering the dungeon, and Mukhali is fortunately entering the dungeon. Then he fished Ramfil, who was about to be sucked into the dungeon. It was also influenced by extreme aggravated dysfunction.

If he had any bad luck, Ramfil felt nervous all over his body because both of them almost fell into trouble.

I know that I can't solve everything by force, but in a situation like this, Ramfil was sweating cold.

“Oh, my God... ”

“We're still here. ”

“Well…. ”

Fortunately, Ramfil and Mukhali make it through the last hurricane.

The fog lifted, and a giant Gothic mansion appeared before Ramfil's eyes.

“This is not a mansion... Almost a castle.”

No mansion in the 34 area was as tall and magnificent as the Grand Shaman's mansion. The mansion, which appears to be a massive work of art, was clearly an unmissable beautiful building, but the fog around it was creating a spooky, haunted house atmosphere.

After coming all this way, Ramsay thought he might beat up the mansion beyond disappointment if there wasn't a clue in there to find the high shaman.

“You don't think there's anything inside the mansion? ”

“She's not that paranoid. ”

I didn't want to steal, so I spread my weapons around the house and said I was paranoid enough to fit into it, but Lamfil didn't point it out.

Mukhali slowly makes his way to the entrance of the mansion. Either the door was locked or the mansion was not. Of course, now that the door was locked, Ramfil would have broken it.

“What is the relationship between you and the Grand Shaman? ”

Ramfil asked as he entered the mansion, and Mukali answered with a firm expression.

“It's an old contract. ”

“Contract?”

“Yes, the Demon Hunter has been contracting to protect Solarium and the Grand Master for generations. ”

“Hmm…. Is there a reason? ”

“Solarium's early high shaman and his early demon-hunter... There was a connection.”

At this point, Ramfil stares at Mukali.

“If it's fate, is that what I think it is? ”

“Yes, that's right. ”

That's the first I've heard of it, so Ramfil nods slowly. The soothsayer who created Solarium and the early demon-hunter were bound together by kites. The modern soothsayer is also a descendant of demon-hunters.

His descendants live as the great shaman of Solarium, and the next-generation evil hunter who inherited his power guards him and the great shaman.

When I think about it, it was quite a strange relationship. I passed through the arch gate into the mansion's gate. In many ways, the mansion was so great that it could no longer be found anywhere, and Ramfil was distracted by it.

Beyond the gate was a vast inner courtyard, and Ramfil could see something in an orderly courtyard with lots of mist blossoms.

“Someone's here. ”

“ ……. ”

In the middle of the courtyard, a girl sat on her knees quietly. She got up slowly, knowing that someone was coming.

Mukhali walks slowly as if he was possessed by something.

“Eh…. Elizabeth..."

Whether he knew her or not, Mukhali slowly walked towards her.

“Mukali?”

“What the hell... What the hell... ”

A girl called Elizabeth was looking at the approaching Mucali with her deep eyes, and the Mucali was looking at something other than a girl.

The place where the girl has been, the one in front of her.

“Grave...? ”

Ramfil looks at the slightly raised seal and the cross-shaped memorial stone in front of him, and mutters. Mukhali slowly walks toward the monument with a puzzled look on his face.

“Oh, Elizabeth... What the... What the hell is going on? Lisa, Lisa, the old lady...? ”

“You see.”

Elizabeth quietly points to the memorial stone.

“Dead.”

The girl looked at the memorial stone with a quiet look, as if she had already accepted the death a long time ago.

Mukali sits in front of the memorial stone, and he looks at it with a expression. The girl looks away from him, clumsy and holding onto the memorial stone, and looks at Ramfil.

“Mukali is a decent man, but what about you? ”

Looking at his calm, deep eyes, Ramfil felt a certain intuition that the girl was also never an ordinary person.

Thirty-eight minutes later,

Ramfil was led into the mansion and left the girl opposite him. Mukhali sits motionlessly in front of the grave, and Elizabeth leaves him alone with the Mukhali.

As she tugs at him, Elizabeth plumps in front of Ramfil, chasing after the tea.

“You may like Milk Tea, but we can't get milk because of the situation. ”

“It doesn't matter. ”

“But the tea leaves are pretty good, so it should taste good. ”

Not like a child. Ramfil decides that by looking at the gentle yet skillful gesture of chasing after tea with ease. Wavejin was a pretty girl dressed in blonde hair, and she should have said she was more modest than glamorous.

Pretending that she was about thirteen, she acted like an adult, not fit to her small size.

No, that attitude of being more mature than any other adult is not a word anymore, but a noble one.

Ramfil carefully inhales the tea water in the girl's gaze as if to drink it.

There were many of these teas in Fortress, but he didn't like to drink them. That's why Ramfil was not the type to criticize the tea. Just as Lisa was satisfied with the drink, she also enjoyed a sip of tea.

On the outside, the house was dim, but as you came in, the lights were on. While the weight of time was also sitting on the inside of an ancient mansion, Ramfil could find traces of time that had not been baptized.

Red light all over the wall that doesn't match the white light.

It was a blood trail.

“Do you live here alone? ”

“Now.”

It was too big a space to live alone. Lamfil, a girl living alone in a foggy mansion, wondered if this little girl could live. As Ramfil stares at you, Elizabeth opens her mouth as if she knows what you're wondering.

“Lisa is my grandmother. ”

About the death of a relative, Elizabeth spoke boldly as if it were the death of a stranger. The dried blood stains on the mansion, and the death of my great-grandmother, and somehow a weirdo girl floating like a parasol.

“So now you're the high shaman? ”

Ramfil assumed that this girl was also a shaman. Now Ramfil knew things about magic to some degree.

“Well…. I think it might be. ”

I don't think so, but Ramfil thought that the girl's language was a little strange beyond subtle.

“I'm a little curious, too. ”

The girl looked at Ramfil quietly and asked.

“Mukali shouldn't have been able to get in here. Even though I could pierce the armor, I even summoned a fierce one. ”

You hear a girl's words strangely, including a blunt force and aggravation.

“You paged him?”

Elizabeth nods, wondering if it's going to be difficult.

“I wasn't going to let anyone in. ”

A shaman capable of summoning a dysfunctional shaman himself. Even the Celestial Party, the source of magic, needed some time to get rid of the strongly defenseless. It was incredibly difficult to summon as much as it was difficult to expel them. I could easily guess that Ramfil, who was blinded by magic, was also able to do it.

In fact, Ramfil and Mukhali covered the front and back at the same time, so they were able to break through. If they were alone, they would have stumbled and died.

“It's probably because of the Grand Law, right? ”

What Elizabeth pointed to was a spell filled with ramfil. Accessing this place was a great help to Spellmakers, with easy retaliation and resignation.

Elizabeth smiles faintly.

“It wouldn't be normal if a guest with a grand law ball could find a shaman. ”

Elizabeth didn't even know the name and purpose of what was on Ramfil's arm, but she knew that it was no ordinary object.

That's why the girl was also looking at Ramfil as if she was interested.

Immediately, Mucali came into the reception room, and Elizabeth skillfully pushed the tea in front of him.

Mukhali said that he couldn't hide his mischievous face.

“Lisa…. How did you end up like that? I wouldn't have been old enough to die of old age. ”

And he also noticed the blood stains on the walls of the mansion and his face hardened. Blood on the walls of the mansion, and a grave.

It's obvious what you can imagine.

“Murdered.”

Mucali's eyes widen. And I was furious at the same time.

“Who dares to cast the Grand Shaman of Solarium...!" ”

“To me.”

Lisa confidently said something shocking.

“Murdered, to me. ”

“What, what...? ”

Even Rampil, who had no interest in the Grand Master's family affairs, was astonished.

Lisa Christine,

A man who plays a role in keeping Solarium's climate glorious all the time.

She was killed by my granddaughter.

“I'm crazy.”

When Mukhali asked why he did what he did, Elizabeth said briefly.

“Crazy...? Lisa?"

“We were doing a maneuver. ”

“What!”

Mukhali rises, but Elizabeth is slowly enjoying her tea.