Reader's Double Track Recovery Log

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Irmockwee slightly narrows the forehead.

A distant memory came to mind.

Among the creatures that seemed to have been created in the form of apathy - the Irmockwee, who had endless curiosity and improvement, was a mutant.

I can never forget how my desire, which was almost like a cloud, became clear.

One day a dragon crossed over the forest where many brothers and sisters stayed.

It was so ancient, but the dragon's figure was clearly engraved on the memory cells, which form the backbone of the polyhedron. The important thing is that Irmockwee had a longing for the dragon around that time.

"Did you say that the polygamous family can be anything? Then I am such a beautiful and powerful being, .'.'

I want to be a dragon.

For the sole purpose of my wish, I gained knowledge and experience by all means.

Meanwhile, friends whom I met for the first time were very meaningful. They had something in common with Irmockwee. Excellent talent and boundless improvement. It was a ray of light for her, who had spent more than 500 years alone.

She shook her head at the news of the great forest.

" "··Have you two been beaten? So I'm the only one left among the five heroes. Your short entertainment is over."

Unfortunately, it is too late to recover the memory of the self-destruct. If we had used the All Revolution right after the dead man's Ark, much less before Bell Report was caught, there would have been plenty of means to keep Blisspiel Clan in check.

Irmockwee felt sorry.

Not even one visibly sad.

Compared to themselves who live infinite years, their life span is limited. What will happen someday is only earlier than expected.

"Then, again, I just need to run for my personal purpose.”

Irmockwi shed a smile.

Powerful forces and individuals have always existed regardless of time. The Blisspiel Clan and the Schnifeld family are also just one of the many trials that have blocked her.

1.

After the fire stopped, I searched through Tiamia's body with my colleagues. But there was no "Promise Bell" that she used in the Pekle clan village.

"You didn't seem to care about the existence of the species in this battle at all.”

Whether Irmockwee took the bell or not, it's clear that there was no Tulg or Tiamia's reach. If he was in such a disadvantageous situation, he would have tried to call in the reinforcements.

There are a few restrictions attached, but the species of promise that can call an object anywhere on the continent if only a few conditions are met is something that is personally quite disturbing. Since long-distance transportation is a poor worldview, there are quite a few ways to use such items if they are in hand.

Anyway, the threat of the five heroes has come to a certain end. It is unclear what Irmockwi is preparing for, but there is not much he can do alone in this situation.

"So where is Irmockwi now?"

"Not long ago, we've been touring the outskirts of the continent, and at some point we've been hovering around the central part of the country.

"Your Highness."

The determined and flying fellow is not easy to shoot down. For now, the only two people on our side who were able to properly engage in flight combat were the two gis. So far, it has been difficult to come forward in person due to this concern, but now that it is in the pursuer's shoes, the story is different.

"But you can't fly a hundred days. Nano Eater, you've got enough data, right? Get the coordinates that he stayed at even for a moment."

"Okay."

Soon a hologram map appears on the page of Nano Ether.

I watched it closely and frowned.

"인가인가인가인가 Is it the palace of the Wibbleh? That's strange."

It is also where the devil contractor Ustacio, a father-in-law of Bisanya and former crown prince of the Wibble Empire, is asleep.

And with this alone, we can't follow his tracks entirely. Irmockwee is also capable of flying around and dropping the embers created with "Division.

The follow-up order Star Seiker only follows the movements of the body.

If a lot of self-defense are already active, it's nothing more than military alliance to guess what he's been doing.

I've made up my mind.

After returning to the Clan House and rearranging it, we shall head straight to the Wibbleh Empire. It's in the same center, so it's close.

"Aiden, will you be okay for a moment?"

It was none other than Mayana who came up to me and talked to me.

There are several Clan One behind.

I played a prank on Irmockwee inside the renovated magic lamp, but somehow the alteration didn't respond.”

"You think you'll stop doing strange things if you stay unresponsive."

"I thought so at first, too, but I felt ominous, so I unsealed the lamp. With a submaster or other combatants beside you, of course, so you can catch them right back."

"What?"

The story that followed was amazing.

I tried to unseal the lamp, but all I could get out of it was the traces of mana on the forged Irmock. They're covering up so they don't notice that they're gone.

"It must have been Irmockwee.”

"Well, he knew at least what happened to his demons. But finding the angle of Artifact through her hands, it's quite a feat."

"Well, it's tricky, but it's not impossible."

For example, the use of "Yeokcheon Return (S)" or circular restoration orders such as "All Rivers" made it possible to force the burning of the lamp to be pulled out. Either way, the losses will be substantial.

It was a time when I was lost in thought.

A lively voice strikes the eardrum.

"Everyone! Look at this!"

Anxious. Human boy. Let go of me."

Epio was coming this way with a sky blue core in his hand.

[Level:0/72]

[Description:The state of losing all metals a little while ago.]

There was a giggle of laughter.

Come to think of it, there was one like this.

2.

Wow!!!

Residents of the free city of Elano greeted the returning Blisspiel Clans with shouts.

"I feel like a hero."

"Maybe they look alike."

Clara's ragged Eiden answered so.

It is nothing compared to history, but Tulgha and Tiamia's rampage was a continental disaster enough to call it.

The two of them have devastated the northeastern and eastern Prima, and the strong men belonging to each group have also been dazzled by them, raising anxiety.

The price of Blisspiel's name, which solved it wonderfully, was sky-high. Clan members who participated in the battle also became very famous.

But Bisanya felt depressed in the midst of it.

'I, I haven't done much.'

She felt that her position in the present Clan was subtle.

He has been good at supporting the rear, but unlike Clara, a professional priest, his performance is lagging behind him because he is an all-around type.

Doping using the Great Spirit of Sexual Blood or reconnaissance through the Great Spirit of Cheonan Argos have not had many chances to play an impressive role in recent years.

Of course, it's just Bisanya's idea, and she's done more than she thinks. In particular, it is incomparable to Benoblia and Comet.

She had low expectations for others, while the benchmark for herself was very high.

It's not because I'm highly improved.

This is simply because of low self-esteem.

In my mother's family, I was so impressed that I was born and raised that I heard that I was excellent, but when I saw the Clan members that Iden had gathered together, I became less confident about my talent. Eventually, she became hung up on visible achievements.

Will it be a little different if I get the Third Great Spirit?

I had no choice but to hope so.

However, it is a bit burdensome to actively appeal for the need for a third Great Spirit. This is why I was worried that they might think it was too much. I just hope that Iden, the Clan Master who arranged the contract with Argos last time, will bring it up first.

Some may find it frustrating to just want to feed, but the atrophied Visanya completely lacked activism and independence.

I glanced away and looked at Iden's countenance.

It's like thinking hard about something.

"···언제 출발할지 모르니 푹 쉬어 두도록 해."

After thinking about it, he made a ceremonial remark and headed to his office to handle the backlog. Bisanya's expectations were wonderfully wrong.

'Da, you're all tired of the forced march, and there's no way you're going to bring it up all of a sudden.'

Come to think of it, it was obvious.

How can I be so stupid? She went to her private room with her head down.

"··사사냐."."

“·········.”

"Are you Bisa?"

“··················.”

Someone grabbed her shoulder. Looking back in surprise, Bisanya's eyes caught a white blonde that shone her vision. I've always had similar thoughts, but when I got close, it was really impeccable appearance like a doll.

"I didn't mean to surprise you. Are you okay? I think you've been walking around in a daze since earlier."

"Sorry, sin, sorry."

Visanya apologized to Chesha with a look of nervousness.

It's been years since I joined the club, but it's my first time to talk to this person properly.

Although the status of the Clan Master as the hostess was burdensome, the fact that she was educated as a nobleman and that her dignity was smeared from every move, unlike herself, further stimulated her inferiority complex.

Chesha tilted her head.

" "··· You seem to be very anxious lately, so I'll ask you. Do you have any concerns?”

"Ah! That's-that's-that's-that!"

Visanya's face lit up.

Feeling happy that someone had recognized her mind, she continued to stammer and speak.

He has a long-standing concern about his ambiguous performance and location, the story of wanting a third grand spirit, and his relationship with others. It was the first time since he joined the club that he was so cool-hearted to other people.

Chesha, who listened to her story quietly, replied with a serious air.

"I see. I'll talk to him myself about the Third Spirit."

"Ah..."

Visanya has a bright color. Chesha smiled faintly at the easy response.

"If you like me about relationships, I'll be your practice partner often. If you have anything to do, feel free to talk to me.”

"Go, thank you."

"I'm not that sociable either, so I don't know if it helps."

At Cesha's words, Bisanya shook her head from side to side. Being together is a great thing to be thankful for.

"You've been a good man, ···"

Visanya murmured, looking at the back of Chesha leaving on an appointment. And that amiableness stimulated the nostalgia of Visanya.

"Bissanya."

The moment she was in longing.

I heard the voice of the family.

It's not her biological father, Eustacio, who abused her.

It was her mother who cared for Visanya in the Kobarubias family.

"··어어?"

Turning her head at a glance, she felt instinctively strange. Why is she in the Clan House when she thought she was dead in an accident?