King of Shadows

In the beginning, the Necronomycon was a taboo that humans could not understand. It was a book that could not be written perfectly in human language. The view of the transcendent being could not be expressed as a human emotion in the human eye. All I could do was decorate it in a similar way.

What does it mean to an incomplete theory? Cruwell smiles dry. The Necronomycon couldn't read without taking advice next to it. Cruwell was simply absurd that he had spent so much time noticing the simple fact.

"... Hello? Don't you think you're getting a little discouraged?"

Alto shakes his hand to check Crowell's condition, making a playful look. Kneeling before the truth, Crowell stares at her.

"Then you should be happy."

Kruwell, who read the Necronomicon, was well aware of the dangers of being like her, but was not afraid. As soon as I lost my purpose in life, death was a peaceful rest for him.

"It's not all falling apart, is it? I told you, I'm everyone's idol. Fulfilling my dreams and hopes is my hobby and specialty. What are you waiting for? You have a strong advisor here, don't you?"

Alto taps his chest with a small fist. Cruwell's eyes widen in her confident expression. I realized that there was a beginning to everything. A mysterious being you can't meet even if you want to, a transcendent will you may never see again. Grueling at the thought of turning the crisis into an opportunity, Crowell knelt down and bowed his head.

"Please, please, teach me, Alto. The path to the truth. Humans tell stories that cannot be reached..."

"That's why I don't like fans. All right, let go, let go!"

Alto, who grabbed his feet and kicked the sagging Crowell, grabbed the nearby fountain pen and drew a line over the Necronomicon. She fills the page with a smooth curve without hesitation.

The deficiency in her eyes is clear. While translating, it was not the search for twisted or corrupted words.

"Hmph, Hmph, Hmph."

Sitting down, Alto continued his writing while singing a pleasant snort. The necronomicon was much thicker than an adult man's hand, but her writing speed surpassed the penalty of thickness. As the fountain pen touched the page, Alto's hand pointed to the next page.

When Alto painted a round star and a round heart, the Necronomycon became a book that smelled like a girl's scent. But the knowledge contained in it was never a girl's. It is the fruit of the forbidden tree, which corrupts the human spirit and falls into the abyss.

"That's it! I knew this would be easier if I got it in my hands. Here, take it. It may be harder to see than the original, but it won't get messy in the middle."

Cruwell squeezes his elongated head as he watches the Necronomicon fall before his eyes. Finally, a family business was done. His personality and taste were strange, but Alto's strength and abilities were real.

"Is there anything you want?"

"There's a lot I want. But since I'm a forward-thinking woman, I tend to take matters into my own hands. I don't need to borrow anyone's hands. Nothing didn't work out because I wanted it to. And if I don't do it myself, it's no fun."

Alto was right. Her essence was her personality that took up the center of outer space. There was nothing she couldn't accomplish. Of course, the body was fragmented, so I could not fully express my strength. That was undeniable.

Alto thought about it, but he shouted a huge elasticity. With a playful smile, she looks down at Crowell. When she read the traces of the Necronomicon and entered the mansion, she had a marvelous thought in her mind.

Though it was interesting to begin with, Alto was fortunate in a gentle tone, realizing that no one fit his plan as well as Cruwell.

"Still, you're always short of hands. I want you to do one thing for me in that sense, okay? You want to do it?"

"Just give me a hint."

Alto raised a debt to hide the rising tail of his mouth. But even that was not enough to hide her sincerity. It's because she couldn't see most of her face, but she could see how happy she was with the visible areas.

Crowell was the talent dealer Alto wanted.

He lived in a rare village and even himself was a fanatic in the pursuit of Mado. He was a 'pure human' who could endure any sacrifice and accept even the worst consequences.

Alto briefly conveyed his will. Crowell tilts his head when he hears her. Alto's offer was his lifelong wish.

Whether Alto spoke or not, I was going to pass. That's why Crowell sounded strange to Alto. I can't say that's a favor.

"What's the point?"

"In many ways. You'll be happy."

Until recently, Alto, who was mumbling about the Necronomycon, was only blurry smiling and scattering Cruwell's questions. Regrettably, Cruwell did not notice any subtle changes.

/320

About a month later, when the scars left by Chateagua were forgotten in everyone's memory, a technique called localizing arose. The technology to convert a hetero into a resource has become a driving force to roughly rotate the world for a while due to the invasion of the circle.

To this day, creatures that had only been thought to be enemies were suddenly destroyed by resources. Humanity no longer had to suffer in finite resources. Localization is opening up a new horizon in human history.

In the world of the Volunteer Revolution, talents were in a rush. Heterotopia became money by being alone. Like the miners mining for gold, hunters hurl themselves into the busy day of heterotopia. For those seeking money, heterotopia was like utopia.

It's been five years since The One invaded Earth. Humanity has learned how to fight them. Heterotopia was turned into a resource, and the death of the hetero was replaced by force. Humanity has been growing ever since.

"It's been a month. Time flies when I teach my children."

"One, I disagree with you. I'm so frustrated to teach sunchicks. I made a decision based on my master's will, but I regret it."

Hana and Sherry had an extremely prepared opinion. Shi Hyun turns to look at them, shaking his head and smiling.

"Just a little longer, Sherry. But you can see how good you are, right? Isn't that worth it?"

"Not at all. There are men who creep with something as good as their eyes, and men who look at me with disgusting eyes. Either way, I don't want to. I wish they were all the same, but they're not."

One who heard Sherry's words to the end frowned at an unknown glamour. It seems instinctively subtle, but it cannot be accurately explained. Feelings that are not feelings. It was unpleasant as if you had a thorn in your neck. Not long after I realized the cause of my discomfort, I opened my mouth.

"But it's strange. If my ears weren't wrong, I would have just said something in defense of Se-hyun."

"You were right to defend your master. At least I'm glad it turns out your ears aren't nostrils. It's not very nice to have a deaf person by your side."

One of them stood up and knocked on the table.

"You didn't like him? And all of a sudden, a compliment... What's your plan?"

"A plot. My master would misunderstand. I just conformed. because even if I struggle, that's not going to change. Then it's best to get along with your master."

It was a plausible excuse, but one did not fall for it. It was because the sixth sense that made her the strongest was ringing the bell. Sherry warned me violently that she was lying. But one did not know why Sherry had changed.

Up until a month ago, Sherry had a rebellious attitude. She is the one who has such a cruel and cunning tongue with a smile on her face that she has her opponent's weakness.

Of course, it couldn't have happened suddenly. There must have been a reason for the sudden change.

'Why is it so important to change your attitude and hide your nature?'

The one who shed a tear was utterly recited.

"Even if I am deceived by Se-hyun, I am not deceived. I don't know what changed your attitude, but remember one thing. No matter what you do, I'll be the first to stop you."

An unbelievably intense amount of steam poured out of my body. But Sherry only smiled. As if it's petty, it's not worth it. Her smile contained a lot of emotion. One was that he could not stop 'already'. Rice was cooked and became rice, but there was no need for further explanation.

But Sherry relaxed and enjoyed this moment.

"Indeed. I must be resolute. Well, by the time you figure it out, it'll be too late."

"You're going to listen to me!"

As Sherry looks down at one, their quarrel begins. Sihyun sighed as he saw Sherry and one fighting each other like dogs and monkeys. At the beginning of the day, Shi Hyun also lifted his hands and lifted his hands.

"That's what I expected from the beginning."

Not long ago, seven talents representing the Savior-Secolaw Institutions-Seven Swords were empty for two seats. One was an accident and the other was forced to leave by an irreversible mistake.

At that time, Sihyun was asked by David to recommend someone who might be able to enter the Seven Swords.

It was not a bad offer for him. You can fill the vacancy with your own choosers because your position can be made stronger.

Sihyun's concerns were not long. All the best cards in his hand were with him. Sihyun recommended one and Sherry. One was the Eclips-deliverer of the Underworld, and Sherry was Shu's daughter and the scourge of disaster. Beyond the human race, there's no way she won't get into the Seven Swords.

Sherry and one presence have been revealed since the first day she set foot on Xavier. It was overwhelming even in front of hundreds of capable people. Once his skills were proven, the work proceeded to the top of the line.

Not to mention that they sat in the instructor's seat behind him.

One with Sherry, and Se-hyun. The three taught the members of Xavier in their own way. Sherry, who is not used to teaching her opponent, digs into the weaknesses of the Savior's crew every time she trains.

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