King of Shadows

"Jacker!"

"Yes, Kembell. What's the matter?"

A middle-aged woman enters the room on Kembell's call. He was Campbell's assistant, Jacques Doland. Knowing Kembell's nature, Jacker looks at him with an uneasy look. I already knew what happened at the conference room. It was he who collected the information about Zephyros and gave it to Kembell.

"If all the powers work together, we can take on the Shadow King, right?"

"It will be difficult."

"Even if it has evolved one step beyond its limits?"

"It's still difficult. Kembell knows that, too. The power of the Shadow King..."

It is true that we have captured a few of the powers of the supernatural Savior. They were the first to hear about Zephyros. Captured talents could be considered elite together, but it was impossible for them to deal with the demonstration. He had already surpassed human territory. If you didn't feel anything when you saw the sights on Haller's continent, it was an ornament, not a head.

"There's a limit to being alive, though, isn't there?"

I wasn't asking for your consent. It was a one-way notice. Kembell had no intention of retreating from the beginning. Jacker also knew that Kembell was stubborn. But he had no choice but to stop Kembell.

"Why don't you bear with it? This is the domain of the pioneers. You can't avoid their eyes."

"Hold on? You want me to hold on? Now, you!"

With a pick up, Kembell looks at Jacker. The light seemed to explode quickly, but the frenzy was palpable. A loud murmur erupted from Kembell's mouth, whether it was a tightly clenched molar. Kembell lets out a hot breath as he sets down his purse.

"Weaknesses."

"Yes?"

"Find your weakness. No matter how strong the Shadow King is, his social activities will not change. There should be a gap in his hook. If you can't dig him out, just dig into the environment around him."

It was not an exaggeration to say that it was Kembell's winning formula. It wasn't because he was strong that Kembell was the best in Grandeliol. I was able to overcome many talents because I was prepared and coped with them. It was Kembell's specialty to find the opponent's weakness.

"But it won't be easy. Queen Bererosa next to him is a hard target to crack."

Digging behind Sihyun was accompanied by many obstacles. Even if it wasn't his strength, those around him walked together. It was a separate matter of catching up on weaknesses and enduring the afterstorms. If I did something wrong, I could have fallen.

But Kembell's will has not been broken. Rather, he decides whether or not Jacquere's words will rise.

"You won't listen to me? Well, there's nothing left to be sad about. You did what you had to do."

Zacker was indisputable to Kembell's words.

"But don't forget. I'm not the only one who knows what you've done in that hell. You can live like this because of my protection. Like it or not, we're stuck together."

Kembell stares at Jacker. Jacker, who couldn't stand Kembell's gaze, bows his head. It wasn't just Kembell who committed the crime in Grandeliol. Jacker, he also committed a crime to survive. Becoming Kembell's faithful dog, he is not hesitant to fall into the mud.

Even if you break out of Grandeliol and realize your guilt, that doesn't change. It was because the karma he had committed was not going anywhere.

"How long are you going to stand there? You're not going to investigate?"

Zacker nods. He had a family to support. They had no future but Kembell's eyes. Unfortunately, his conscience did not break Kembell's power.

"... I'll do it."

Jacker turns away, his pathetic answer.

/502

Even though the dimensional talks began, the day of swimming did not change. Once she opens her eyes, she focuses on her training until she closes her eyes again. The atmosphere was cluttered because the dimensional conference was held in the Kingdom of Tagnaria, but the swimming ignored the atmosphere.

The pool of blood spits out into your mouth and settles down. Today's training was over here. Since her body had reached its limit, further training was like poison.

Alto shakes his head, gazing down at the swimming pool.

"I can see the urgency. Why don't you take it slow?"

"But if you don't do this, I can't stand next to you."

"Papa doesn't discriminate because he has no power. Don't push yourself too hard."

"I know you don't discriminate. Circumstances and environments only compel me to choose."

"That's an unexpected point of view."

"Alto has the power to make choices at any time."

Alto shrugs. For a month, she pushed the swim mercilessly. It was no exaggeration to say that bones and muscles were reassembled in a violent workshop. But it was not a one-sided violence.

Everything was a thoroughly calculated move. It was the process of removing impurities from the body and passing through spirituality. It was natural for the body to complain of pain as it forcefully provoked and expanded its potential.

Alto opened up the possibilities of swimming through the duel. The guitar designed to be a great old being will someday be a great help to her.

It wasn't hard. Alto, the anatomy of Nialla Totep, was conceived in his mind by the theories and techniques that many of the geniuses had established. There could have been no trial and error. It's because all the years she's spent destroying it. But Alto didn't tell the secret to the swimmer.

'... I thought he was a genius, but the real genius was here.'

It was amazing what a month of swimming had accomplished. It was almost a decade's journey in one go. Even though the frenzy of swimming wanted to be acknowledged by the one I loved was insatiable.

"There's still a lot of clumsiness, but your body is on the starting line."

Even if a great old being appeared here now, the swimming could still escape. It was not a sharp spear that Alto gave to the swimmer, but a solid shield, so dodging it didn't matter.

It was her stegma that had a profound impact on swimming. The ability to activate the body to its fullest extent, the body of a user. It had a trait that made it stronger with practice.

For a swimmer who needed a hard bowl, the steel was an unbeatable support. For her apostle, Thought was an area that she did not need to train. Luck was luck.

"What you need now is mental maturation. Oh, I'm not asking you to be a saint. I'm talking about extreme hopes. My desperate wish will be to lead you to a wider world. If you've seen a lot of open walls next to Sihyun, you can enlighten me."

Alto tapped the shoulder of the swimmer and wiped his face stained with blood and sweat. Now that I finished my training, it was time to enjoy my leisure time.

"I'm going to Papa's today, aren't you coming?"

"I'm... fine."

"Really? You still haven't reconciled?"

"I have something to make up with you."

"You can't be honest. What if the wave suddenly collapses? You can't even apologize when you want to?"

"I'm not going to listen to you. Why did you collapse?"

"You want me to be honest with you because you could get that desperate."

"I'll think about it."

"Stubbornness is like blue."

Alto no longer recommended it. I could have been a nag as I tried to be Cupid of Love. There was nothing Alto could do. I had no choice but to hope that the swimming would change my mind and reach out to him sooner or later.

"Come as soon as you can. Papa's worried."

Alto has moved away from the training ground. The swim leans against the wall and sighs. She wanted to go. But my footsteps do not drop. It is true that he was angry at his helplessness and his attitude of accepting it as if he had no reason to do anything, but it was not foolish enough to not realize that it was his affection.

Maybe it's because he's been through a lot. Now I have no idea whether I am angry or not. I was also starting to feel guilty that I was angry at him for that.

I didn't want to be ashamed of seeing my face for no reason. It seemed to reveal his immaturity. I needed more time to think.

"Hah, what are you doing?"

The sighing swim looks at a man approaching him. The man with the boy's appearance was impressive. He had headphones around his neck.

Swimming could easily tell that he was from Earth because he didn't look like Zephyros. Circumstances that may or may not be alert. The swim greets him with an ambiguous smile.

"May I help you?"

"I think I'm lost."

"If you go outside and turn to the right, you'll find the hallway where the maids often go. Grab anyone there, show them the room number, and they'll take you there."

"Oh, right. Thank you. I've never seen a palace like this..."

"Every first experience is new."

"But do you live in the Kingdom? It looks like you could use the smokehouse all you want."

The swim takes a step back. Words that could never be ignored came from the mouth of a stranger.

"Are you spying?"

"No, I told you. I got lost... and I stumbled upon a duel. I had never been in such a violent fight before, so I couldn't help but pay attention. Why are you training like that?"

Swimming knew what he was pointing at. Exercise where blood and sweat flow, bones and muscles break. It was self-discipline, not training.

"I wanted to be strong."

"Well, that's the way it has to be. because the people around you are extraordinary. You look like you're staying at the castle, but if you look around, you won't be able to sleep."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm talking about pioneers. Isn't that just pathetic? because they have that power from birth. People like us, even if we invest decades, we can't keep up with their achievements. You give your life, it doesn't change."

I wanted to say that swimming was Moore. Lin and Bererosa, whom she loved, were both pioneers. I didn't want to hear them disparage their efforts. But she couldn't open her mouth. She knew that their talents were unreasonable.

"... you don't look so good."

"It's okay. I think I know more about the pioneers than that. Have you had a chance to see the pioneers on Earth?"

"I survived the Grand Delriol. I grew up looking at them, and I couldn't possibly know if I wanted to."

Swimming burst into elasticity. A strong sense of sympathy arose from the word "survivor." Swimming quietly listened to him. It was just a dazzling word, but she was perfectly empathetic.

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