King of Shadows

Six years ago, the war ended when the continent fled to Earth. The rebels have also collapsed since then. After the Nodes supporting them disappeared, they disappeared naturally in the prescribed order. Cocoon's questions were questioned.

"I hear the Tantium clan is mixed up. Well, it's unclear whether it's true or not, but we can't ignore what we've seen so far."

"The Tantium... if they're mixed up." It's been a long time since I've had any funny prey in the net. "

Cocoon strokes his beloved Solaris. The Tantium family, able to read the flow of time through the third eye, had a value that could never be ignored. Limited, but able to read the future and the past The gap alone was unmatched.

The Tantium family's power is invincible in the blood of instant judgment. Predicting the opponent's movements - the number of spleens - was an advantage not quantifiable.

Of course, there were no Tantium clans in the circle anymore. But they played a key role among the pioneers. It was because their utility with the third eye could not be expressed verbally. Naturally, they did not allow for high prices, nor did they allow for sparring.

Cocoon also fought the Tantium clan quite a few times. Of course it burns. For him, the Tantium clan was a delicacy. Cocoon's taste buds were returning to the thought of slaughtering the Tantium clan.

"So don't just stay at the training ground, but go out sometime. Do you know if there's a higher caliber of prosecutors out there than you?"

"You of all people should know that's not possible."

The cynical shrugs. He knew better than to say it with the continent's greatest sword in front of him. But even for Cocoon, who issued two doors, he needed a painful reprimand. Talents like Cocoon spent a lot of time on the battlefield because it wasn't what Senior wanted.

"Anyway, I can't help but notice you're talking like that."

Cocoon shifts his stiff neck, raising his heavy body.

"I was bored, too."

/404

The Haman Family was one of the 14 families that supported the House of Rufus. Their pride was a vast, fertile territory. The fertile land did not dry out. Blessed land indeed. It was widely known as the largest grain producer on the continent, because the soil never dried up.

The house of Haman, 'Dot Haman', inherited such land and acted diligently. His abilities were not extraordinary. However, it was not inferior. Only, he had one drawback, not a drawback. That was that he was a blockalist.

Dot hates the pathology of soiling his land. He did not forgive those who defiled the streets. I pulled out what could have caused the commotion. Do you think Dot's efforts sparkled? There was no place called Mt. Haman.

The gambling den collapsed before it was completed, and the theater was rigorously censored. There was no common brothel. The situation and conditions that could disrupt the energy of the territory were all coordinated by Dot.

In a way, it was the most useless land in the world. Unexpectedly, the dots that eliminated the five major crimes were endorsed by continents living on the Haman side.

However, even with such a dot, I could not say anything to the target in front of me. Dots swallowed dry saliva. As rumored, Cocoon was a pioneer of great stature. Even an analogous predator is not too much.

"How big is the rebellion?"

"I'm embarrassed to say scale. It's more like a platoon. Maybe they're the last rebels."

Cocoon sprints across the bay in a single step, drooling into Dot's description. He realized that things weren't as bad as he thought.

"Why haven't you caught it yet?"

Voices of reprimand. Dot lets out a cold sweat as if the beast was growling. That's why I didn't want to miss the rebels. Rather, he dispatched territorial forces as soon as he learned that the rebels had entered his territory. But none of the territory he sent caught the rebels' tail. He was thrown out.

"I'm guessing they have a Tantium clan. because one of the territories that was dispatched saw the third eye."

"One?"

"No, we're expecting one more."

The Rebels are now in the sewers. I've found several places that seem to be their home. Dot shakes his head. The sewers were also one of the results of his discomfort. He budgeted to maintain and repair the sewers to prevent the smell of rising periodically. More than necessary.

Unfortunately, such measures became poisonous. Rats and bugs disappeared, but the rebels took their place.

"So what happens to their trajectory? Haman's not already out there, is he?"

"Don't worry. because there's no way out of the sewers by Haman. There's no chance of them getting out of the Haman without being spotted by territorial forces deployed everywhere."

Hide-and-seek should be fun, too. Cocoon grins his favorite sword, Solaris. Hunting a game in a giant maze called the sewer was his first experience.

"Rebels are rats in poison. Once the banquet is ready for Cocoon, there..."

"Do you think I'm down here right now to keep up with you?"

"I'm sorry. I think I'm being too forward for Cocoon."

"There you go."

As Cocoon hung up on him, Dot thought about it. He also knew the reputation of Cocoon, one of the three great roofies of the House of Rufus. It was weird not knowing. The continent's First Blade. The title through Zephyros was a huge wall to the weak. The breathable dot breathed into his mouth what he wanted.

"... I need you to at least keep him alive. We need proof that the Rebels have been rooted. First and foremost, it will be useful to spread Cocoon's reputation."

Cocoon looks down at the dot quietly. It wasn't that I didn't know Dot's insides. Bonamana was clearly trying to escort him. But there was nothing I couldn't do.

The rebels who had emerged after a long silence had many meanings. Moreover, it would be helpful for House Rufus to have clear evidence. A time when families brawl among themselves. The more elements that could boost morale, the better.

"... I'll try."

/405

Schugen suppresses the breathing that rises to the tip of his chin. The rebels are close. Everyone was killed and wounded during the battle. There were those who were more incorporating into the circle with a twisted will. Schugen didn't blame them. The rebels did what they were told six years ago.

It was the ghost of the Rebellion that was here. A ghost who believes that one day he can defeat more circles and gain freedom. A ghost who knows he can't, yet clings to a miracle. Those who became ghosts held hopes together in their hearts.

Even Schugen was no different. But he was forced to hide with his mother, Natalia, against the wall of reality. It was so unfair to die without accomplishing anything.

In that sense, the Haman River sewers were the best shelter-azits. Quiet, inconspicuous and abnormally clean.

It would have been better if the workers who came in to clean the sewers hadn't found out, but now was not the time to think about it.

"Let's take a little break."

"Yes, Mother."

Natalia holds her back against the wall, giving her a rugged bust. At the same time, Schugen looks around, as if protecting her. Natalia, his mother, was a strong supporter. He was there because she was there.

It's been two hours since I ran to the end of the sewers. They struggled with the territorial army of the Haman family, but they had no choice but to send their few allies away. There were only thirty left. A number that is disgraceful to call rebels. But the number was also invisible.

"Strange that no one is following you."

"It could be a split path. Let me take a look."

As Schugen wakes up, she notices the defect, a scream echoes through the narrow passageway. He breathes, realizing it was his colleagues' voice. Screaming rapidly approaches.

Natalia corrected herself. She knew the approaching energy of being. I couldn't have known. Even in the house of Rufus, where all the geniuses gathered, his reputation pierced the sky. After examining Natalia's complexion, Schugen understood her intentions.

"Mother."

"Never mind me. Run for your lives."

"No. Only then can I stay."

"Sugen! We must go. As long as the kid's over there, you're my last hope. I need you to help me get back up."

"But how could I, with my mother..."

"Sugen! This is no time to be fooling around."

Natalia, the son who sent Schugen, stands in front of the passageway. If we didn't stop them, we'd both be caught. Unfortunately, Schugen was unable to defeat him. Natalia was the only one who had a chance.

Soon after, a man appeared on the other side of the corridor. He was magnificently shaped and blindfolded. Funny thing was, he didn't have a left arm. He was more sickly than a soldier, but I couldn't get the impression that he was weak.

Willingness and determination filled with sewers and passageways. Thought power like seeing a heavy fog. They were all beyond common sense.

"Cocoon."

"Oh, do you know me?"

"How could I not know you, the 'Homo sapien'?"

"A genocide... I haven't heard that name in a long time. I see. You're the survivor of that war. Well, that's obvious. I wouldn't be standing here if I hadn't survived."

Cocoon Paramal. He was a madman who dug out two eyes and even extracted the 'third eye' in order to achieve the ultimate sword.

"Please keep me entertained."

Cocoon hears his beloved Solaris without warning. Natalia reflectively opened her third eye. She reads Cocoon's future, piercing the blade's trajectory. The prophecy gave her strength.

But Natalia's future was so easily distorted. He bent like a black eagle shot at her neck and aimed for her flank. After a short while, you twist the space to avoid the shooting, but the shock seeps into your abdomen.

"Large..."

"You're in trouble. I was once a Tantium."

Cocoon, the sword he used - Legion - was the 'Flawless Sword'. It meant that there were no drawbacks, but it also meant that nothing was determined. A sword with complete sword and no set trajectory. A sword that embodies two meanings simultaneously puts him at the top.

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