Sayonara Ryuusei Konnichiwa Jinsei

There was fog. Deep, dark, and wrapped people have the premonition that they will never be able to get out of the fog's hands again-such a fog.

If you stick your arms straight out, you will be drunk by the swaying fog, and you will not be able to see any more from the middle of your upper arm.

As you wander through the fog, which is getting whiter every moment, you may think that if you wave your hand in front of it, you will not notice it.

That's right, you might not notice even if you shake your blade to take this life in front of you.

The horrible thoughts that Sierra improperly embraced, shook his delicate body, which seemed to make the delicate glasswork smash.

Sierra was a young girl who could still be called a girl who left something innocent.

Small lips and large black eyes with shining stars are often seen in early and mid teens.

Originally a daughter of a noble who had a noble title, his homeland was lost in a war with a neighboring country and his house collapsed, his status as a noble, honor, territory and reserves that ruled for more than a teenage year Three years ago, he lost his wealth, his loyal vassal, and his rivals who did not lose his respect.

Fortunately, Sierra and his family managed to escape from the storm of execution in the desperate destiny of the defeated nation, but they said that their lives were exhausted.

On a clear day, the blue sky reflected, and on his way out of an unusually beautiful castle on the shores of Lake Ruaran, his father was injured by an enemy soldier's arrow and his mother was injured. Is chased day and night by the care of his injured father.

Only a small amount of household items could be brought out, and we managed to sell out ornaments that were insignificant before the war broke out, paintings, vases, swords and armor that had been inherited as heirlooms from our ancestors. Days to get food.

In those days, the family who was soaked in their lives as a noble to their shoulders was dismissed with each passing day, and their hatred and tiredness, and why such a thing, the hatred of the world was one with the skin. And thickened the layers.

The father, who shows the way of the nobleman in silence and reminiscent of a humanoid rock, has a form that always reminds of a hell evil on the bed, with the pain and shame caused by unhealing wounds. The mother, who was always snuggled like a shadow beside her father and smiled modestly, lost emotions like a death mask cast from the face of the dead.

The luck that has remained a little in such days is that Sierra has demonstrated his talent for manipulating magic, and is expected to join the court magic division in the future, learning magic from a good tutor since childhood as a child. It would have been possible to use that magical skill as a source of life.

Those who are sometimes shunned by the world as annoyers, robbers, and vandals, and sometimes seek saviors from those who do not have the means to resist unreasonable violence--the path of a race known as the adventurer, Sierra Chose.

Originally, humans with enough magic to handle magic are a rare class.

Sierra has such a rare talent, and among them, the brilliant talent and the culture cultivated as a daughter of a noble, and above all, the cold burning of dying as a defeat with humiliation and resignation There was a flame of obsession.

More than a year after the fall, Sierra struck the adventurer's guild's door with a cane managed to get out of the burning castle.

A ash tree, originally worn by a tutor as a birthday gift, wearing a blouse that was white but dirty and browned, and a ragged skirt where the unleashed person became the leading role From the appearance, Sierra, whose receptionist and the adventurers who were in the guild, prayed for the rough circumstances, merciful of the Sierra who beat the door with only the wand that was blessed by the earth and the spirit of the wind spirit He did not hesitate to send his insults.

Some people even blatantly ridiculed that they would hold them with a piece of copper, or, if they would, pay for the night.

Sierra is relentlessly piercing his entire gaze, and with a gaze of sadness, regret, and anger mixed in tears that are about to spill, he goes to the receptionist while tying his teeth. On that day, he became an adventurer.

Two years have passed since then. The first time she dealt with a demon, the Sierra was incontinent, but she has now experienced dozens of life exchanges, and the Ashish Sierra was a little known name.

As usual, the family's life was like spending their days down, but the Sierra was at least a pride of those born as aristocrats, no matter how high their rewards were promised, such as assassinations and kidnappings I didn't go to work alone.

His pride as a nobleman was like that, but above all, it was almost impossible to see the bright smile of his three-year-old younger sister, the hope of life for Sierra, straight.

Sierra had a third and last luck besides the magical talent and the hope of living as a sister. That is the group of adventurers who are working together today.

With friends who are called Whirlwind, Sierra, who finally became an adventurer and began to be recognized as a rare wizard by the surroundings, was tricked by some notorious adventurers and seemed to disperse chastity at last It was an encounter where I was saved.

A few more moments after that encounter, Sierra was the only one who could have relied on her family from the day she thought her house had fallen and her life had been swallowed by the abyss.

Whirlwind's companions were exactly the hope of the heavens for Sierra.

After that, Gwangmyeong inserted into a dark life that only slowly fell into the abyss.

A lucky little piece that thought that everything had fallen from the palm.

Yes, last luck. After the last luck, the rest of Sierra had to wait for unreasonableness, unhappiness, despair and fear as fate as an avalanche attacking from the summit of Daisetsuzan.

My breath, which exhaled very rough, was terribly harsh to Sierra. He has been running for quite some time, and his heart, lungs, and legs, which have been overworked, scream incessantly and continue to protest the physical Sierra.

The surroundings are covered with white fog, both front and back, right, left and even top, and the Sierra is as if you suddenly stepped into a world where white fog constituted the sky and the earth I was even worried.

No, there was one color other than white. Looking up overhead, the light that has melted dimly penetrates through the foggy canopy as if it continues to the end of heaven.

The source of the light was the full moon, which continued to float in the night sky in eternity. The light falling from the full moon, which still exists in a world that seems to be full of fog, emits a faint glow that is faintly melted into the fog canopy.

However, in the midst of a world swallowed by this foggy sea, the light of the full moon, as if symbolizing the connection with the extraordinary world, further depressed the spirit of the Sierra from sanity and caused a depression. It was one of the culprits to be thrown into the big hole.

The light of the full moon, melting in the foggy canopy, was probably red. A red color reminiscent of fresh smelling blood just overflowing from the torn blood vessels.

Just like the full moon shining in the heavens is the eyes of the gods living in the heavenly Makai, and it was a sight as if looking up from the bottom of the water (all over there), with blood tears dripping from the surface of the mist.

Sierra strives to make sure that the scent of the lush veins of the tree is supposed to be in the mountains, but there is no rich green scent, no endless scent of the earth, but the faint scent of blood somehow clogs the nasal passages. I was trying to think.

It was going to be the same day as usual. As usual, in the adventurer's guild, you will be asked to get rid of goblins who have appeared near a village, you will have to get rid of the goblins as usual, you will receive gratitude and gratitude from the villagers, and you will end with it was.

Aside from the Sierra who has just stepped into the steps of the adventurer, known for his two names of ashes, and fighting with his fellow wirwinds, no less than twenty or thirty goblins are enemies.

Therefore, this request was supposed to be able to finish safely if there were no careless and unfortunate accidents, although there might be some minor injuries.

But, oh, what!

"Jack, Eil, Gilbein, Razin !!"

Jack wears a muscle mass like armor, has a bald head and a mustache with white hair around his mouth, and shakes a steel hammer with both arms like a log to break the standing enemy.

Ayl is a warrior who skillfully manipulates a swinging dagger like a hand, and in the event of a fight, gives birth to the enemy in a fight. When she leaves the battle, she fights carelessly and treats her like her real sister.

Gilbein manipulated the magic of the spirits that Sierra did not learn, saved the party crisis many times, and comforted him with a skillful poem along with a harp on a cold night when loneliness hit his heart.

Lagin, a party leader, a great swordsman and a Sierra lover, smiles at the sun that quickly clears the dark clouds of despair and despair that cover the heart in any predicament.

While going through the fog in the belly of this malicious creature or in a labyrinth without a certain shape, despite being tied up with a part of the body so that it does not come off, sometimes it got separated from the friends, and occasionally Through the fog, swords and beasts roared, and exploding sounds were heard, returning the Sierra from a seasoned adventurer who had dived into several shrines to a girl who was alone and lonely scared.

Sierras continue to wander in the fog in search of their companions, like a young child diverging from their parents, or in a burning castle, just as she fled for life.

He couldn't escape from the fog as it was, and someday his legs were exhausted, his lungs were torn, his calling for friends died, and he might die of hunger.

Eventually, Sierra's delicate body changes into a bone that leaves no lovely features, but the soul may still be determined to wander in the fog in search of the shadows of his companions.

"Where are you guys ?! Don't leave me alone!"

Oh, and it's not only loneliness that Sierra fears above all. While walking in the fog in search of the goblin to be slain, Ale has finally found him.

Why did you find it? Why was there such a thing in such a place? No, no, no, why did you remember? I thought! ?

I forgot, I was about to forget. Even if your soul is lost in the world of fog as it runs out of life, there is still salvation compared to the fear of remembering that.

Negative emotions spilling into his heart, savagery, robbed Sierra of normal thoughts, transforming him into a more helpless and too small entity than a baby crying for his mother.

"Ah"

Compared to the previous screams, a voice of equal or thinness spills out of the throat of Sierra, and the foot where blood began to bleed in the shoes stops moving.

The heart and lungs were about to explode due to a sudden abrupt stop, and Sierra's shoulders went up and down with greatly disturbed breathing.

Nevertheless, the sweat flowing from the whole Sierra is not as hot as fire.

If anyone had the sweat of a Sierra, you would be surprised to be as cold as ice water.

And you'll notice that the whole Sierra is also frozen, as if you were walking in a bleak winter field.

Sierra's eyes reflected the beloved Razin's rear view with faint thoughts.

A tall young man with a neat look that could only be ridiculed as a masculine man and a forged, rugged body, wore a blue scale armor using large reptile scales.

The right hand is a favorite long sword that has never been groomed. It is a gem that a blacksmith in the hometown of Lazin wielded a hammer 10,000 times, and a village priest blessed him for seven days.

With this long sword, Razin has defeated several spirits, such as Wraiths and crazy spirits.

In light of the madness so far, sheeping and crying, and her face was roughly crumpled, like paper, and Sierra was about to rush to Lazine.

Nevertheless, Sierra's feet stubbornly refused to move from the spot as if sewn on a thick pile.

As if the Sierra's feet had been united with the earth from the beginning, they did not try to move forward, but instead tremble clearly.

Soon after, a warm liquid dripped from the skirt spun with the silkworm silk thread down the white feet of the Sierra, creating a spot on the feet and steaming.

Ah, ah, a, and a murmur spilled out of the trembling lips of the Sierra, and tears overflowed from his wide-opened eyes one after another along the cheek that turned pale.

Lazin's feet did not step on the ground. Because it was floating from the ground.

Lazin's arm did not wield his favorite long sword. This is because Lazin had no life left for a long sword.

Lazin's body was no longer warm. Because the hot blood to tell it was lost.

So why is Rajin's body floating above the ground? Why is life lost from Razin's body? Why is Lagin's body losing youthful hot blood?

The answer to all three questions was one answer.

The whole answer is that Lazin's tilted nape rests on someone's body and lifts his body, from which life and blood are sucked in a groaning noise.

Jurjurujurujuru, jurujurujurujuru.

Oh, a fang like a sharp stake protruding from Lazin's neck. A man who pierces the skin, pierces the blood-carrying tube, and drinks the blood flowing from it through his throat.

What devil are you?

No, this question is too stupid. Eyes that will shine red even when sunk in fresh blood. A fang to break through the blood tube.

And the answer is determined, such as the fact that this is the supreme sake and that blood is drunk in the throat.

While Sierra's body stopped moving as if the time had frozen from one hair to the fingertips, suddenly Rajine's body fell to the ground with a rattling noise as the puppet thread was cut. Was.

There was an unusually dry and light sound of a rotten tree branch rolling somewhere on the ground. It wasn't the sound of a human being when he fell on the ground.

There are two new full moons with shining blood red in the sky. The red full moon is looking at the Sierra. Suddenly, the two red full moons were the eyes of Sole, who was thoroughly enjoying the blood of Rajin and raising and lowering the throat Buddha.

Turning her white fog into a vicious red and looking at Sierra, the brain of Sierra suffers from coldness and pain as if being stirred with an ice stick, and she cannot even think.

Two red full moons are falling, one step closer to the Sierra. The white fog split right and left, as if to say that he should not hinder his master's walk.

Sierra, whose brains and thoughts were pierced by the red light of two eyes, no longer had any thoughts.

At the feet of the Lord of the Red Eyes, he does not even notice that the bodies of Jack, Eyr and Gilbein are falling down like garbage, as well as Razin.

Two nasty holes, about the size of a finger, peek into the mouth of everybody's neck, and they don't even notice that a thread of thin blood overflows from the mouth and wets the ground.

But I just knew that I would be the same as Razin.

After an eternity and an instant, a hand with a tremendous mass of mountains was gently placed on both shoulders of the Sierra.

It was a gentle placement like a father comforting his crying child. But why is the cold air that freezes to the bones penetrating through the hands on the shoulders?

When Sierra felt two small pains in her neck, the parents and her little sister left in the house blinked and disappeared immediately.