Hunter of the Perished World

Elisabeta did not say this when she was traveling with Ramfil and Frey.

For this reason, I really liked Leona, and she seemed to enjoy talking to her brother-in-law. Of course, the party, Leona, seems to be very intolerant.

After arguing for a while, Leona takes a breath of air and goes out to see if Ramfil and Fray have anything to say. All that was left in the room was Gene and Elizabeth.

Elizabeth mutters a little.

“A hand born of the destiny of immortality.... ”

Gene hears that little murmur and looks at Elizabeth.

“What do you mean? ”

“I'm not an astrologer. ”

So it might be a result of a lack of credibility.

“If you're worried about the possibility that what you saw isn't the truth, it doesn't matter. ”

Speaking of what you saw, Elizabeth glances at Leona's exit.

“I've seen the convenience of immortality, but I don't know what the details are. ”

“Hmm…. ”

“That's why all other fortunes have been swept away by that fate. ”

Wealth, romance, marriage, and domination were all swallowed up by Leona's destiny. That's why Leona's fate was simply consumed by immortality. Gene glances at Elizabeth quietly.

“Are you the high shaman? ”

Jean knew that what she saw was not something that could only be calculated at the high shaman level.

“It's not just astronomers who are shamans. I'm no better than them, but I might see what they don't. ”

“Is it the power of the Spirit? ”

Gene knew that Elizabeth was no ordinary "human." She was a ghost possessed with a spirit to disguise herself.

“Maybe, don't you think? The spirit would have survived a time I couldn't have. It may be powerless, but it's as deep as the eye. ”

Elizabeth could not tell me what I did not know, nor did Jean speculate on what she could not hear.

“How's my hand? ”

I just reached out my hand. Elizabeth looks at his hand and smiles bitterly.

“You've lived too long. That's why your hands are so different from when you fly. You can't read it. You can't read it. ”

“ ……. ”

“But one thing's for sure. ”

Elizabeth glances down at his hand and mutters.

“Whatever destiny you were given, you've already lived it. ”

I lived long enough to change my hands. So whatever destiny is to survive, it has already been completed and terminated. Gene laughs because that's strange. By the time the demon hunt is over, it sounds like all destiny is over.

“I need to die, but I'm still alive. You mean this?”

“I don't know. Maybe we should take it another way. ”

Elizabeth raises her head and smiles at Jean.

“I've survived one fate. It's time to live a different fate. It's just that I haven't seen anyone living with a change in hand, so I can't read it. ”

Elisabeta asks you about Jean again.

“That's a good point. Grand Shaman.”

“Sometimes I don't know what I'm talking about. ”

Seeing Elizabeth's smile, Gene's skull echoes.

Gene felt as clear as anyone that the great shaman in front of him had to fold even the astronomer in his foresight.

Rather, Elisabeta's words seemed to know more than his own.

Destiny.

It's your turn to live Fate.

Where in the world is a more meaningful sentence?

“That's great. ”

“Yes.”

On the rooftop of Caravan Hall, Ramfil told Fray that.

Ramfil also felt fortunate about this situation in many ways. The problem was that Frey had left his sense of weakness behind.

It's a relief that Jean is doing so well for Fray. Ramfil assumed that in one situation on the bay, he would have to fight Gene. You may not win or lose, but you have no choice but to abandon Frey.

“Ramfil.”

“I'm listening. ”

In the city of a tower without a tower, Frey looks down at the streets of the night.

Frey's silver hair, which is not fluttering but looking at the glowing night vision, is flying in the night sky. Frey opens his mouth without looking at Ramfil.

“If, if…. ”

Frey's voice trembles.

“If the Demon Hunter wanted to kill me, what would I do...? Did you?”

Frey is still thinking about what Ramfil didn't tell you about the Demon Hunter. Fortunately, Gene gave up on being a demon-hunter.

What if it wasn't?

Even though we know that everything is meaningless, we sometimes wonder about it.

But what if, instead of Frey, Ramsay kept thinking about it?

“I don't want Jindo or you to die. ”

I don't want that to happen, leaving whether it is possible or not. That's why Ramfil had only one answer.

“I would have run away with you. ”

Gin has Leona. But Fray has no one. So Ramfil tries to run away with Fray if Jean tries to hunt him down.

I don't know what the answer would be. Frey turns his head to look at Ramfil.

Eyes, like a jewel of light, stare at Ramfil. The eyes were sometimes mysterious and frightfully beautiful, so Ramfil sometimes forgot to speak.

Everything alive always lives in the present.

The past is already a blur. I can't forget the days I risked my life to fight, but all my feelings were scattering. Only the feelings we feel for each other right now are important. Frey tries to say something. Ramfil mutters.

“Why don't you stop eavesdropping? ”

“Uh, uh... How did he know?”

Then Sloane emerges from the rooftop stairwell. Frey opened his eyes as if he didn't know.

Ramfil fed a night of honey on Leona's head that was slowly approaching.

Exactly!

“Aah!”

“Don't think you don't know that. ”

Ramfil sighs. I knew Leona was eavesdropping. But what Leona wanted to hear was not as sensitive as what she just said.

“Well, it sounds serious... Wrong timing. Sorry."

I just wanted to eavesdrop on something sweet, but Leona smiles awkwardly. The story just felt like something I shouldn't have heard. Frey stares at Leona for a moment, embarrassed.

“I have a lot to talk about... I'm sure you have a lot to talk about. ”

A little embarrassed by her eavesdropping, Frey soon recovers his composure and looks at her with a smile.

“Me or me? ”

“Yes, with you. ”

Frey opens his mouth, frightened to look like he doesn't know what's coming.

“About your mother. ”

“ ……. ”

Leona's expression is blurred.

Mom.

Although she was always with me, after her mother died, Leona knew that her mother was not as simple as she thought. Even after her mother's name, Leona had to find out.

“You want to hear it?"

And Frey knew it. Leona nods slowly with a firm expression.

“… Yes. Tell me.”

“I need you to step aside.... ”

“No, you listen with me. ”

Frey smiles.

“This is my story, too. ”

Frey did not tell Ramfil what life was like in the lab. Then it was inevitably his own story, telling the story of Elle.

Ramfil felt that the words were quite resounding.

Because it's me, and you should listen.

Frey's words echo strangely.

It is like admitting that they are already tied to each other, but at the same time it seems natural to take it for granted.

Strange, but Ramfil did not dislike the reasonableness that Frey spoke of. Above all, Ramfil couldn't take his eyes off Frey's slightly red face.

Frey looks at Ramfil and Leona quietly, and opens his mouth carefully.

“I had a brother. ”

“… Leona's mother? ”

“Yes, it was called Elle. ”

Why my brother and sister?

They didn't know if it was blood or not. It's just that there were a lot of people in that lab, and it was two of them who survived until the end.

Through each other's psychic waves, they interacted with each other even when they didn't know the language. Perfectly conveyed feelings, and pain, sadness, frustration, despair.

How can we do it, not as brothers?

All the other subjects were eliminated by the name of death, and only two remained. They were still subjected to cruel experiments, and they were not even free to die.

“Without him, I would have lost my mind a long time ago. That would have been Elle, too. ”

There were perfectly empathetic and discernible beings about each other. Joel and Frey were the first to learn about psychological sensitivity, and after many experiments, they were treated as important.

“All my life has been a process of learning hate. Cursed inside, screamed, screamed. I wanted to kill as many researchers as I could. ”

There was no reason not to hate them. That's why Frey was always nervous and growled at the researchers.

“Elle and I have always been connected. That's how they knew what each other felt when they were away. By the way, I thought that our feelings for each other should be fairytaled, but they weren't... Rather, we were the opposite. ”

Frey looks away and thinks about the past quietly.

“Elle didn't resist. She just gave up, accepted, laughed sadly all the time. ”

Frey opens his eyes to seek revenge. But he didn't. I just accept everything, scream and cry, but when it's all over, I just smile with a lonely face.

Elle, who has learned her mind,

Frey who has learned hate.

It was the same, but too different.

“Researchers wanted our data, they didn't teach us anything. So we didn't speak, we didn't speak a word. ”

It was just a day of living in pain. To the extent that living itself was meaningless, it was impossible to imagine a life where there was no pain.

What was in front of him clearly looked like himself, but it was not considered to be anything like him. Rather, the world was supposed to look like this.

“With me and Israel growing in power and so much work to do, we need to learn the language, because we need to understand the language so that we can do what they say. Like monster domination. Or mental.”

Experiments are limited for subjects who do not understand words. Whips, carrots, and whatever you say, I'll give you a few days' rest. In order for an order like this, you have to understand the language.

“First I learned to speak was Elle. You know, I tried to bite and kill her if I could, but she was a pretty quiet subject. ”

Elle, who learned her mind, was accommodating in all the experiments. Despite the fear he learned at the same time, he chose to be an easy subject to deal with.

“There was someone who taught him to speak. ”

The confused researchers only knew about the experiment and didn't know how to teach anyone. Of course, they were conducting classified experiments in Busan Fortress.

Every time he saw all the researchers, he was terrified, so he couldn't communicate.

That's why the teacher in Busan Fortress taught them to write. There was also a secret experiment going on there, but it was a working portris, and there was, of course, a teacher teaching the children there.

At first, he was shocked that these experiments were being conducted and did not speak for a while. But orders are orders, and he teaches them to write.

After a long experiment, Elle and Frey were able to see the faces of all the researchers, and they saw the teacher for the first time, forgetting a little fear.

At least that new face never hurt her.

“I was communicating with Elle, so I could learn to speak. ”

That's why the teacher was teaching Joel, but he was also teaching Frey.

“That was the first person we met. ”

Frey doesn't talk to Fray once, but he finds out through Eel.

There are people who look like us, but don't see us as subjects.