King of Shadows

It was just one word, but the impact was overwhelming. Lots of scenes passed through Lindsey's head. The delusion she had so far exploded at once. At this moment, she was the heroine of the soap opera. However, Lindsey handled all kinds of complaints wisely.

"I don't want to hear any dirty jokes. And that's private property. He won't be happy either."

"Hahaha, of course I'm joking."

Alto raises his heel and whispers to Lindsey's ear.

"It's not an animal, it's a monster. Even an animal can't outrun the waves. I love this. I can't explain it."

Lindsey's face turned red automatically as the new firewood entered. The obsession that eroded her mind followed her tail.

Lindsey had never experienced it before, so she did not know the criterion of what Alto was talking about. In the beginning, she was a hunter. A first-rate hunter that can only be chosen by a skilled person. He was brilliant in every way, so he was confident that even monsters could handle it.

But how good would it be to say that? Knowing that she was mocking herself, Lindsey couldn't stop dreaming.

"It's cute because it reacts right away! It's purer than it looks. I thought it was obvious at first, but it wasn't. The kind that raises love all by herself? Or the unstoppable type? Which way?"

Alto looked like a brother to anyone, but she was the one leading the conversation.

"Shut up! Even if what you say is true, I'm not that interested in him."

Lindsey pushed Alto away, unable to bear the shame. It was a pity that I couldn't hide my heart. Alto was a cautious figure, if anything else. Seeing the gap was digging my grave.

"Really?"

"Of course. Why should I care about him?"

"You can't be honest."

"You're just being pushed too hard. And the excitement."

"A dishonest child needs punishment."

Alto raises a finger. And I sent knowledge and information to Lindsey as I did the last time. At the instant, Lindsey's face, which was indirectly experiencing Alto's experience, suddenly burst.

naughty words that provoke each other and explicit movements, suffocatively hot heat, and lust. Alto showed me beyond Lindsey's imagination.

"Mi, are you crazy!? I can't believe you're showing this to someone. He's got exposure! Ah, ah, no matter how much you want to play games, this is crossing the line!"

"What is he talking about? I don't know."

Alto whistles as if he knows nothing.

"Bar, you just showed me that."

"And what is that?"

"Ugh."

This is the heart of Hong Gil Dong, who cannot call him Father. Lindsey wanted to shout out loud, but she couldn't. The moment she couldn't resist, she lost. All Lindsey could resist was her recitation.

"You showed me what happened in bed."

"A bed... that can't distinguish between fantasy and reality? I'm afraid that's all you need to hear."

As Lindsey's face distorted without cause, Alto smiled joyfully.

"Hehe, was the virgin who didn't know anything so irritating? It may not be as bad as this, but every couple in the world plays like this."

"Bar, distract."

"It's a sacred duty only married couples can do."

"Ugh, gross!"

"So you're not going to do it? If you want to live alone forever, I will respect your wishes. I'm sure Papa will be the first to know."

"..."

The appearance of Alto smiling at Bashi was evil, itself. But Lindsey couldn't hate her. I even forgot to hate myself for stopping my heart pounding. I tried to get rid of the sight in my head, but it didn't go away.

"Oh, I laughed a lot in a long time. No matter how much I tease the other kids, they don't react."

How long will it take for that to happen? Lindsey was afraid to ask.

"Don't look at me like that. Shame on you."

"You don't need me anymore."

"Yeah? But staying here isn't so bad either, is it?"

After inadvertently entering, Lindsey burst into elasticity. It was because it was true that we were able to adapt to the Kingdom of Tagnaria thanks to Alto's continued approach. Everything was possible because of Alto's consideration. Of course, Lindsey could not easily admit that.

"I think I'd be better off without you."

"I'm disappointed. You showed me something good as a sign of friendship, right?"

"Well, look at that for yourself."

"I'll show you later. What's good is sharing, right?"

"That's not going to happen!"

Lindsey cried as she watched Alto disappear with a wave of her hands. Alto was Maiface to the end. Lindsey gave up understanding. How will humans understand and use the will of the typhoon? Lindsey lets out a sigh.

Lin was a lively flame and one was a still river. Sherry was a refined rose and Bererosa was an impenetrable iron wall.

And Alto was a mountain that could not be crossed. They were just one enemy. What happens if we swim here? Lindsey thought about her future for a moment, shaking her head.

Nothing is fixed yet.

"It's just so confusing..."

Lindsey, who was blushing, quietly entered her room. It seems that Alto's memory won't be erased for a while.

/546

Kim Jong In came to the pub today and drank a lot of beer. It's been a week. Everything stops at the news that the great old presence of the Mysterious Ruins has turned off Ferrari. Jimmy Connor, Director of the Colony, was the leader of the Unidentified Territory.

Even if Kim Jong-in was a second-rate hunter, he could not enter the undiscovered land, not more than a hundred or less. When he got drunk, he left the pub and walked without a care. The habit of walking until the spirits disappeared was an injection.

But if you're unlucky, your nose breaks when you fall backwards. I lost my job so quickly, I was worried about him, but the trials fell on him. Something caught my foot. Kim Jong-in, who had fainted more than anything, bit his lip.

"W-what?"

Kim Jong-in regained consciousness and could see the object on his feet. No, it wasn't an object, to be exact. It's a pit, slightly smaller than a manhole. Kim Jong-in looked at the strange hole that could be seen anywhere and kicked his tongue briefly.

A hidden alleyway. Colonies were still developing, so there were plenty of bad spots except for the sprawling streets. The pit must have been a place to put the manhole, too.

"It's not going to work here either."

Looking into the pit was a reflexive act. He wanted to know how messed up he was, so he left it there. After piercing the darkened curtain of the night and looking into the pit, Kim Jong-in breathed. It was a hole, not a hole. It's also deeply connected.

Ruins!

Kim Jong-in found an opportunity there. The hole that I didn't suspect was the result of the poor construction was actually a passageway to the ruins.

It was not a situation to explore an undiscovered land anyways. Who would have thought there would be ruins in the city?

Besides, this isn't even a frontier, is it? '

The situation does not require anything. There was nothing to worry about. The dream of daily life was near. Kim Jong In thought that he could monopolize an entire ruin site without looking back and attracted other hunters. Not only was he trustworthy, but he was good at it because he was connected to them until he became a second-rate hunter.

So Kim and the party members threw themselves into the hole. The road is rough. It's part of the labyrinth, up and down, and up and down.

Even though the water and water were blocked in front of him, Kim Jong-in didn't worry. They were worn out hunters of the White Forge. A veteran, in other words. They were easier to deal with than breathing.

The difficulty dropped endlessly due to the narrow circular passageway. Since there were few monsters that needed to be dealt with at once, the burden was naturally reduced.

Down, down, down. I wonder how long it took. Kim Jong In's breathing began to become difficult. But the brighter he laughed. It was evidence that they had gone deep underground. There was no reason to cry when I was getting close to the money.

The labyrinth became simpler and simpler. And when the paths became tangled like an anthill, the party members were appalled.

"What is that..." "What is that? Which way?" "I've never seen him before. All hands, battle stations!" "No, no. I think we got the wrong guy. We have to run."

It was not just a monster that blocked the only circular passageway. It was full of flesh, like a rubber ball, and had hundreds of legs in its round body. Watching her moving around and holding the center of gravity made my back creepy.

"Forward, yyyyyuuuk, backward...!"

Creepy little bugger. There couldn't have been a human being who could hear it and keep the peace. No matter how strong they were, it was impossible to surpass the species gap. The only thing that was already regressing was the sound of alarm.

"What are you talking about!"

One of the party members shouted, but no one could answer. It's not magic. It's not magic. It's weird. They are unable to move under the pressure of an unknown creature. Fear and fear clinging to their bones, or in their heads, gripped their ankles.

And the corridor was blocked before they could make a decision. A lump of rock came down from nowhere. An unknown creature stands in front of them, and a lump of rock stands in their way.

Kim Jong In takes the confused party members and knocks on the unknown monster. But it was useless. All of their attacks have gone back to nothing. Not even a scratch.

"Forward, lllyuuk, backward…!"

"... Are you asking me to choose between the front and the back?"

The discerning hunter reads the creature's intentions precisely. He would, too. The unidentified monster was holding a coin. The coin was laid at an angle, as if to throw it at any time.

"Do you think it makes sense? You insist on flipping a coin in this situation, monster?" "But there's no other way to interpret it." "What difference does it make?"

One of the hunters comes forward as everyone grumbles. He wanted to finish the play as soon as possible.

"But we have to check."

"Forward, lllyuuk, backward…!"

"I'll choose the front."

At the same time, an unknown monster tosses a coin into the sky. The coin that hit the ceiling fell to the ground with a clear, clear sound. The results betrayed the courage. Unfortunately, the coin pointed to the back.

"You don't think there's a penalty, do you?"

As soon as the man's words are finished, the monster slaps him on the head. Elastic. Light and cheerful enough to hear a funny sound. The penalty was honey night.

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