Hunter of the Perished World

The choreography has invested time in both martial arts and magic.

I knew that he was overwhelmingly good at spells, a sorcerer who had always watched over priests. In order not to fall behind, I was under a spell.

The supernatural rate was pretending to be a little behind the Sorceress. Of course, the extracurricular rate was because I thought a competitive sorcerer would annoy me terribly, but in fact, it was different before and after.

In the end, I was furious with the fact that the Sorceress seemed to be foolish to the supernatural rate, but I was not angry if she showed me that the supernatural rate was a little ahead. The Sorceress worked harder because she knew the clumsy acting.

Of course, apart from the mind, she didn't hate to lose to anyone. Even if it means you can't live without it.

It was clear that she was competitive and extremely jealous, as the extraordinary rate saw.

Since time had passed and he became an adult, he could not see his brother's vision in the face of the Priest of Sorrows, and sin was also tenderly chewed and gnashed and eventually became a part of him.

By now, when I feel confident that I can face the supernatural rate properly.

Since when did the Sorceress realize that priests and themselves treat each other like few people.

Sitting at the kitchen door all day, it didn't come at all.

She had a rotten snack every day that she had to throw away.

The sorcerer had to finally accept that he was no longer a boy who needed snacks.

Nevertheless, she sits idly by the door and spends a day alone.

My hands were twisted and frozen, and nothing could melt them.

It seemed like he had figured out how to deal with the Sorceress in his own way, and the Sorceress only laughed at the Sorceress's actions, as she always did, after responding coldly and alone.

It's too late.

No forgiveness, no hugging. The supernatural rate did not seem to be unhappy with the relationship at this time.

When the priest heard that he was suddenly sorry for such a situation, he was sure to be shocked that this was some kind of harassment.

His plan was very successful.

Another affliction came after overcoming the affliction, and the Sorceress was about to live another life in affliction.

I could apologize even then. Accept it or not, if you're a sinner, you'll have to ask for forgiveness.

But in the end, the Sorceress fell into a petty fear.

If a priest slaps his cheek, he tends to be prepared for it, but what if it actually happens?

You will never see a priest again. He was best aware that he had done something to the priest that he would not say even if his heart was trampled on.

I don't think it's going to be okay.

There was a desire to settle down. I could not show my heart, but I could see it, and when I felt the anger of the priest, she was not confident of the contempt that the priest would have toward her.

Still, it's true that we were able to face each other without talking. Of course, when I looked at him, I lowered my eyes in a hurry.

Whether to settle down in reality or ask for forgiveness for an old mistake.

The Sorceress truly moved ahead of a new supersonic, enlightening the tombs of the heavens.

And with no joy in that accomplishment, the teacher died.

It chose death over death. It was his plan to choose death when the Sorceress became an archangel. The teacher called the chorus to leave a will first and the sorcerer later.

The transient rate came out with a soul-sucking look on its face and looked at the Sorceress.

‘Sister... Sister... I... I don't know what to do... ’

The Sorceress thought something strange was about to happen and entered Master Burinake's room.

The teacher glanced at the Sorceress and said as if there was a reason for coming here.

‘I will die. ’

The Sorceress was not surprised when she said that her teacher had died profoundly. Rather, it seemed natural to her to say the same.

But it wasn't that there was no grief.

‘Not yet, not yet. I don't have enough. You can't leave.'

The teacher was cold, as always, to the Sorceress who was praying with her head on the ground.

"If I die, eat my heart. ’

"Yes, yes? ’

‘That is the power of the demon-hunter, the Dark Bone succession. ’

The Sorceress felt like her soul had left her in shock.

‘I am not your parent. And the fact that you're a teacher is probably exaggerating. You may think I'm close to a deserter, but I at least deserve to be hated. ’

‘Teacher... What are you talking about... I don't know. No, I don't. What the hell is a heart...? ’

One cannibal pushes the life of a Sorceress into a grave guilt ditch.

And now, one of the two most important things in her life is eating her heart.

She wanted her teacher to make a terrible joke, but her teacher was not a joker.

‘Salt contains a force, and that salt comes from affliction. Soon, because the size of the affliction is the size of the salt, the more powerful the shaman with the large affliction will be. Of course, there are times when there is no effect, but the salt is better off without it. ’

The greater the affliction, the stronger the will and emotion, so the salt is a great asset to the shaman. After all, the teacher left the Sorceress in a tizzy. It meant that as a shaman, he wanted to increase the talents of the Sorceress.

The Sorceress is growing in fear.

Obviously, the Sorceress had a tremendous talent for magic. But didn't the archangel who wandered the world looking for a conqueror ever see someone with that kind of talent?

Probably pretty much. But why you?

The talent of ultrasonic rates is also substantial. She best knew that if she had worked hard because of the fluctuations, she would have become an astronomer long ago. Of course, she would have opened her eyes if she had.

When I first met my teacher, Sorran ate his brother and eventually buried his parents' bodies on the ground.

cannibalism,

And the guilt, the fear, the loathing of the cannibal.

In that scene, a teacher appeared.

And now, after a long time, the trauma has faded.

The teacher told him to eat his heart.

We must once again eat the flesh of our precious ones. The teacher knew the pain a sorcerer felt in the process. Even under ordinary circumstances, the process of terrorism overlaps with past sins.

The Sorceress raised her head with a trembling voice and looked up at the teacher.

‘Yi, this... For this moment... Me... me... ’

‘Yes.'

Teachers are neither gods nor absolutes.

He's her former demon-hunter who wants to make a demon-hunter and pass it on to the Darkbones.

He was just one of those who deserved to hear the word "demon."

‘I was looking for someone to eat my heart with tears. ’

‘Phew, I hate... No... No... I don't want to do this... Oh, no... No...'

‘If there is grace in what I raised you, it is your only blessing to eat my heart. ’

Do you really think he loves us?

Sorceress always lived with that question.

Although believing and following, his teacher is somewhat foreign and always has a bold and serene attitude in appearance unlike ordinary humans.

Indeed, he wondered whether he loved me and the priest.

That's when everyone knew.

The ultrasonic rate was a tool to make the Sorceress a powerful astronomer. And the Sorceress knew some of that attitude.

And also yourself.

The devil hunter who saw a young girl who committed an indestructible sin knew that she would shed the most tears when she ate her heart.

That's why she became a disciple of the Demon Hunter.

If it was a tool to make a bowl of sorcery,

The Sorceress was just another tool called the vessel to inherit the Darkborn.

The teacher didn't love anyone.

What does that mean?

His master, who said affliction was a man, did not afflict him?

‘Aggravated…. Living inside.... To me... You don't seem troubled... ’

‘Yes, that's why I'm not qualified to be a demon-hunter. ’

The Sorceress was not misunderstood.

Her teacher was a transcendent and a deserter who literally transcended many things.

He was a demon-hunter, not a dreamer.

He was hiding in the world and staying quiet because he didn't love anything. However, he judged himself unworthy of the demon-hunter, and only lived to pass it on to the next generation.

I don't love anything and I don't even love myself. That is why people are not foolish in their lives, nor do those who are foolish in their own.

‘Ah, ah... Aha... Aha... Hahaha... Ahh! Aaaaahhhh!'

The Sorceress screams, and the teacher does not look sad in front of the losing disciple.

At the end, the teacher ended his life as a troublemaker of the Sorceress himself. Teacher Guyun was faithful only to the role of the teacher who raised the disciple to the end, but he did not face people as a person.

In front of Guyun's corpse, who had become a complex mix of anger, hatred, and affection in a blind follower, the Sorceress cried day and night.

The horror of that dreadful fever prevented even the ultrasonic rate from entering the teacher's room.

The Sorceress, who cried for days and days, eventually looked at the corpse of the teacher who had sat there and breathed without collecting sorrow.

The Sorceress doesn't know what the Demon Hunter is and what to do with it.

Even though I became an astronomer, the path ahead was like a dark night's walk. Is it your will to live with a dark heart in your heart?

Hate, but in the end, it's not just hate. If the only price for raising yourself was to eat his heart, I couldn't resist.

The Sorceress cut the teacher's chest in half and ate his heart.

And became immortal hunters.

After wiping his mouth, he changed into other clothes, and the Sorceress set fire to the hut where the teacher's body was.

The priest was a disciple of the Demon Hunter, but he didn't know about the Darkborn, and he didn't know he needed cannibals to succeed him.

Sometimes it's better not to know what you don't know.

I didn't want him to find out that he had done such a horrible thing.

It was cruel not to even give the second disciple a chance to see the teacher's body, but it was even more cruel for him to see the body with his heart dug out.

And, of course, I didn't want to be seen as a part of the horror.

"Sister, what are you doing without a proper burial?" ’

Of course, the supernatural rate was resentful of its stunning behavior. For the first time in his life, he yelled at the Sage.

And of course, I couldn't understand it. Although the elementary school was a dishonest disciple, Sorceress was always the first disciple to fulfill his duty and diligence. Unlike the supernatural rate at which he had some complaints about his teachers, the Sorceress did not follow Guyun like his father.

Fires without proper burial were very different from the look of the Sorceress in the supernatural order.

The Sorceress did not want to extinguish the fire, and the Sorceress grabbed the priests when a lightning strike was less than that.

Sister!

‘Priest, please. ’

At that moment, for the first time, Sage knew that he could make that face. A strong, overbearing, confident, cold-hearted samurai was always making the face of a completely fallen human being.

I had never seen tears around his eyes, even supersonic tears.

The hand that desperately held the corners of my clothes seemed to fly away easily if I sprinkled it.

‘Please…. ’

I couldn't figure out why, but I was forced to put the jar down. I carefully placed my hands on my shoulders because I couldn't leave the sorrow alone without knowing it in English.

Either that or she couldn't stand the thought of her teacher dying of emotional distress.

‘Ugh... Ugh... Ugh! (* Sobbing *) ’

That day, the Sorceress cried in front of the supersonic for the first time in her life.

Rather than crying because of sadness, it was more like the roar of an animal who spewed out a lot of emotions.