"Hey, what the fuck!?"
My feet swayed and I couldn't stand. What I looked up at with the butt cake on the spot was -- Lark's back.
I couldn't see her face.
I couldn't wait to be anxious about that, but it wasn't the other way around. The surroundings panicked to the sounds of an unusual interrogation I've never even experienced before.
Someone screamed, someone nodded to the ground, and someone called God's name.
"Calm down, you guys. This is--"
The still voice of the mine chief was pointless.
"Ah."
I raised my voice. [M] I knew it because I was pointing my face in the sky. The blue sky through the cavity —— the wall part collapses and falls. This is outside the dungeon. We can destroy it, we can collapse.
I couldn't even afford to say it was dangerous, or run away. Huge rocks poured down and people screamed from all over.
And I saw it. [M]
"What the hell is this... ghh"
A step higher, where a rock bigger than its head hit the head of the Duke, who was nodding with his head. Even the table was crushed and the duke fell to the ground in a stare and spread to the big letters. Where the Duke's body moved tingly from the neck to the top.
Immediately after that, I felt strange (...) to my body.
It's strange like a storm burst into your body.
"Ah... ah, ah, ah"
Frozen winter.
A night spent alone in a barn with no futons.
Lonely. Hard. Sad. Painful. Why not? Just me. With such eyes. Ouch. Stop. Hard. Cold. I don't like one. I miss you. Ouch. Cold. Why not? Why? Just me. Everybody. Just me. Tough. In the eyes like this. I don't like it. I don't like it. I don't like it.Ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear, ear.
"Awwwwwww!!!!!!!!"
I hated it. My family. They left me alone, threw stones, and the brothers took the rice from me. My father and mother looked at me and pretended not to look at me. "If you don't, they'll think you're one of them with dark hair and dark eyes"? I know. He tried to kill me more than once. "To protect other brothers"? I know. I became a husband and wife, and my father beat my mother with his fist, and told her to flatter herself because I would kill her with this hand.
I didn't have to get killed. Because at night he fled to the barn. But the wound I got at noon hurt, it was painful, I wanted to cry, but I was hungry for more than that.
That's how I ran for office when the merchants visited the village. He wants to sell himself. Because if you don't, how long will your parents kill you?
"Whoa, whoa, whoa."
I was vomiting. I was spitting out everything I had just eaten. What was there all over the stomach fluids was soup that was forced to simmer rotten meat. Potatoes and carrots are discoloured and not something that would have been eaten. Even bread is a substitute for just grinding and baking crude wheat in clutter. An overcooked, black mass was rolling into the stomach fluid.
Until now, it's been a trick. I was eating something less than that livestock feed because I said "tummy."
Yeah, well, I was.
It's all about
"The covenant magic trick, it was..."
I was weeping out of both eyes with a painful memory that suddenly came back and even an evil meal that was noticed. But even seeping vision clearly shows its bluishness —— a galloping white arm with a bangle-like tattoo.
It was all done by contract magic.
lest slaves become rebellious. Especially so that criminal slaves don't get weird. Don't let slaves get into trouble with each other. It's like hypnotizing and turning people into herds of sheep —— they hung contract magic on us.
But the magic was solved.
Why —— it's decided. Because the Duke, who is the "owner" of our slaves and who hits the "Lord" of contract magic, is dead.
Wah --.
I was relieved when my voice went up. [M]
There were about half the slaves nodding and vomiting like me, but the other half had already taken action (...). There are two tattoos in their arms. The criminal slaves.
The fast handed slave beat down the miners, snatching his sword and scratching his throat off without hesitation.
"Ha ha ha! Now I'm free!
Yeah, he said I was in the dining room lined up in the back and he said, "Let the boy go. Eat more and be big" who was laughing......
Plus I'm sticking mine soldiers up there who helped me flutter with heavy baggage in the pit...
I'm kicking the slave throwing up over there and making my way is the one who told me what to do when I encounter a monster in a pit......
At the same time, the contract magic was broken.
That must have raised many memories and emotions in their hearts as well. There is nothing more to bind them to.
Of course, at the time of becoming a slave, their key skills are probably being removed. Old Hinga said he had skills to put on and take off. Still, the slaves, especially the criminal slaves, were strong. Much less trained than mine soldiers, even if they are trained.
"Miners, suppress the slaves! Come on! You can put in a free adventurer!
The mine manager is screaming. When I saw that face, I doubted my eyes.
This guy —— he was such an ugly face with his eyes running bloody, full of greed --.
He was lidded by all the hard and painful things to make him submissive as a slave. Not only that, but everything that held evil emotions was shut out.
"Whoa!? Hey, you! It's --"
"--This is mine originally!!"
I heard a familiar voice and I saw you. [M]
The person who thought I was "sister" and she also called me "brother" now had a gifted pearl shining rainbow in her hand.
(That's... that's not a good light)
I felt my skin poppy. The genius pearl Lark had in his hand was certainly a rainbow, but he remembered the creeps as if he was now somewhere, somewhere unknown, than the pure beauty he had just felt.
"Lark, no --"
My voice didn't reach me.
Lark stretched out his thin right hand just to deliver to heaven. The rainbow genius pearl glistened loudly and sucked into her body.
"This is the [Shadow King Magic Swordsmanship (Shadowking) ] …! This is the power of 6 stars…!!"
To fun, my lips tremble all the time when I can't reveal them, Lark leaking laughter.
But the mine manager wasn't relaxed enough to leave her alone.
"Get this guy! No, you can cut off your arms and legs, you're powerless! But don't kill me!? Otherwise I won't be able to pull out my genius pearls!!"
Wah, speaking up, the miners arrive in Lark. There is no longer any relief there. Pull out the sword and advance with a small shield.
"Come, my demon sword"
When she puts her hands together, something black, like the Three Days Moon, slips and flies through the universe from there.
When it involved several miners, it turned their bodies —— torso in two, even a shield destroyed, and disappeared.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?"
The mine manager who was watching ran out with his back to Lark, out of fear. He was too close, from Lark.
Mine managers are not the only ones. Miners ordered to attack Lark were also fleeing again.
Don't run away from me.
Hands swung down from top to bottom. A few black shadows twisted the mine chief vertically. The miner splits his body to the right and left, scattering his guts and blood to despair.
Ugh... I was also attacked by intense vomiting, but after I threw up all of it earlier, nothing came out.
…………
Lark looked down at me sitting on the ground.
A pine light dropped by nearby miners is reflected in Lark's purple eyes.
"My brother."
What I felt at this time was fear. [M]
Her skinny face was still neat. I don't know if it was because I killed a person, or another emotion, but I was worried about her eyes.
Tuskete.
I felt like I heard that voice. No, it's just an illusion. Lark hasn't opened his mouth yet, has he?
"Can you stand?"
I saw a black shadow in my outstretched hand, tingling.
"Hih."
Look at me reflexively, and Lark can pull his hand in with a hack.
…………
Lark looked me in the eye. I wanted to see Lark's face, too. But I couldn't see it.
Lark eventually turned away pretentiously,
"... the road clears. You get away with it, too."
I left word and left for a small run.
"Ah..."
I —— I knew I had words to say on my back. There must have been 10 or 100, not one word to say.
I couldn't say anything even though it was. Out of the hindsight of her refusing to reach out? Can't you take her hand in a killer (...)? Thought you'd get yourself killed again?
"Goodbye (...), brother --"
I'm an idiot. I didn't take her hand.
I know I must keep regretting this, but still, I didn't have a voice.