“That's right. He's one of our seven. ”
In that case.
It fits exactly.
After fighting Kraken and the Marquis with a nun on the sea.
The number '1/7' appeared in the book for the first time in the lodge.
After meeting Lumen Valdorf, the number changed from '2/7' to '3/7'.
It reminds me of a poem I saw in Kevin Ashton's book.
One piece of me, everywhere, neatly cleansing my corpse.
where 'sculpture’ is the red flake.
< Contact the broken pieces.
< 3/7 >
Leading from < 1/7 > to < 2/7 >.
The middle space.
Just now, it was completely filled.
“Red Flake. Every time I meet you, this number is steadily increasing. ”
I showed him the number written in the last chapter.
“I ask you, who is Kevin Ashton? ”
Wisdom, of course.
Sometimes even skills are embedded in a book.
The Wizard was frightened that he could do this naturally.
‘Wisdom has risen. ’
This book was undoubtedly written by Ashton.
‘Every time we meet, the numbers change. ’
It means that Ashton and Red Flake are very closely related.
More than ever.
I have a hunch that I'm getting close to the identity of Kevin Ashton.
However, the fox's answer was decisive.
“I don't know.”
“Are you kidding me...! ”
A shout filled with embarrassment and fury.
It exploded.
Exactly the same answer as the Auction House Merchant.
That's not a reaction you don't know.
“If you don't want to tell me.... ”
The moment I was about to take it seriously.
The nun spoke.
“That's always been the answer. Red Flake, you don't need to know about Kevin Ashton. ”
“What does that mean? ”
“Ashton left behind a legacy, never trying to find out about himself, never trying to hide it from the outside. miscarriage
That's our first rule. ”The nun answered with a firm expression.
He's been serious ever since Kevin Ashton's name came up.
“If it's a legacy... …. ”
“Something like this. ”
The Star Bright Fox lifts its naked mask back up slightly.
Then, slowly overwritten.
Just before the blue remnant sticks to her face, she lowers her mask.
Projection. Emotion. Modulation.
A mask with unbelievable performance that I have seen so far.
“And this. ”
Tuck.
The nun touches the beetle's wings with her hands.
It reminds me of a memory that used to fly high enough to make grey giants look the size of pebbles.
“You got that from Ashton? In person?”
I asked urgently.
The nun shakes her head.
“No, we haven't. The legacy was inherited from the former fox. ”
A former fox.
Red Flake is an organization that has been carrying that for a long time.
“And our Red Flake... has a duty to keep looking for legacy. ”
You said you didn't have to know about Ashton. Starlight Fox was telling me a lot.
Gizgerai looks at the nun with strange eyes.
“The reason I'm a member of the Assassination Society is,"
Because if the others have it, they'll have to kill it and take it. Beetle Perseus is one of the legacies that was taken from Ember's character. ”
“... How many of you have this legacy? ”
“Like this mask, there is only one inheritance of each name. Other things that your predecessors have taken or acquired. Depending on the time, there are times when you leave your inheritance to the headquarters and act naked. So did Lumen Valdorf. ”
Kevin Ashton.
What did he want to do?
If you wanted to do anything.
With resources powerful enough to inherit this ridiculous legacy.
Why didn't he do it himself?
And...
You were able to create an incredibly powerful organization.
Why did he make me follow his book?
Why me?
What makes me special.
There is only one reason.
‘Regression……? ’
In that case.
How the hell did Ashton know that?
The masked nun stands upright and closes her eyes.
The horse no longer continues.
No tightly closed eyes, no mouth to open.
I asked Gizgerai.
“What... what do you know about Ashton? ”
The Necromancer twitches its red lips a little.
“As an honorary priest of the Red Flake,
All I came in here was a favor from Kevin Ashton, whom I met in the East. ”
When Gizgerai heard this, I was stunned.
There was no response.
With Kevin Ashton.
I can't believe you met Gizgerai.
Why do you know that now?
But...
I wish I'd asked you in the old days.
I wonder if she answered.
Gizgera, who didn't believe in regression until recently.
I had one feeling in my head.
I want to hear more.
I wanted to hear the water so badly that it wouldn't even leak.
The Necromancer continued to read my feelings.
“I didn't use the name Cabin Ashton then.... Yeah, I'll tell you the details. ”
The crooked lamp waves.
I fell in love with her story like a snake.
* * *
Shoot • Aaaah
It pours without stopping the rain.
It seems that the corpses that Gizgerai forced to stir up were unable to ascend and Houli was in tears.
But the Necromancer.
‘Is this the cry of the commanders? ’
The rain was sweet.
Even the black mist rising from the floor with the curse is unpleasant.
The battlefield of the famous Bladers.
The guitar and roof made for each of them will be destroyed by the curse.
“Anyway.”
Crisp.
She speaks, beating the fallen Kiwa with her toes.
“They liked to fight, didn't they? ”
There is no problem re-emerging.
Commando.
Forcibly bound to the ground
It becomes a ghost that has forgotten the past, and it becomes a ghost that realizes that there is nothing.
The demons cursed her every day, but Gizgerai was not broken.
“Humans are enough now... ”
Cheapskate.
There's nothing to stop her from realizing the misconception of command.
I explored the world to rule by creating something stronger and more unusual.
She died every step of the way.
Something old has happened, something that has lived too long and eaten its surroundings has died, and it has emerged as a family.
It was natural that she was chosen by Basago, the ruler of the dead.
Between death and life.
With half the body imprinted.
The demons under the power of the third throne no longer cursed her, and the Necromancer acknowledged the silence of the Demon King's branding.
By then, she had already achieved her family's power of absorption.
But it didn't take long for her to miss the curse that was repeating day and night.
‘It's frustrating.’
I sought out a powerful creature who could pierce the Demon King's power and lift the curse.
I felt sad that I no longer heard the cries.
Closer to the grumbling of the souls, the emotion of death blooms.
Life is dull without the aura of evil spirits that can never be cleansed.
That was the best gusto Gizgerai ever played.
Understanding the soul deeply under the seizure curse was also the driving force by which she became this strong.
"That's not funny."
With a dull sensation.
The Necromancer thinks:
‘Kill the bargains. ’
There was no other choice for her to lose her best playtime.
The Victory of the Demon King.
Find the power of Lint's call and wander.
It was 10 years after the results were obtained.
“Yo, there's a monster! ”
The sound of a young man spitting from the air caught in her tentacle at the half-maxillary joint.
It was a weak thing that was not worth killing or causing.
One, I was intrigued by the fact that I was afraid to run to her.
“Let's hear it. ”
It might have been another irritation.
“This monstrosity... Ha, it smells good. ”
The stuttering young man was a horse.
“How can this happen in our village where the fall foliage is nothing, and the flower tree is not big?
Did a monster appear……. ”
As with all monsters, the story of a man was strange.
“It spreads from fragrance to fragrance. They go from being non-existent, living human to human. with a scent. ”
The young man held his breath as if he was afraid to inhale the monster.
The stuttering story continues.
Humans who hear monsters dance and sing alone.
I don't know how.
Gizgerai looked at the young man.
“Why are you afraid of that? ”
“Oh, because no one can defeat it... ”
No one can get rid of it.
Enough to run away to where she is.
I'm afraid.
Gizgerai became interested.
After letting the young man go, I traveled to find Lint and saw a comparable room.
Skilled men have visited, but repellent has failed many times, and the value of the name is only getting higher.
‘Ridiculous.’
There are many cruel monsters that tear people apart.
There are strong people everywhere.
She's the only one.
But not as many of them as there are of them.
‘Maybe it's because it's strong... and good. ’
It doesn't harm humans.
A noble creature.
Maybe it's because you haven't been horrified by a failed hunt.
I don't like it
I have to go. ’
The entrance to the town where monsters appear.
Gizgerai looks around.
There was no one.
You announced that you would accept the quest.
There was no hunter to stand up to her, and the residents were silent when the notorious Necromancer visited.
‘Hmm.'
You don't have little experience dealing with shapeless monsters.
A monster parasitic to water.
A monster parasitic to the fog.
I've seen the fiery beast.
I don't know much about horse-drawn animals.
Is it a form parasitic to the nasal cavity? ’
Seal off the host's perimeter.
If you force a seal with magic that sucks in the wind, it's over.
I went to the chief with a quest to ask who it belongs to.
Humans who promised to pay the price were chiefs, so I had to meet them from the beginning anyway.
“Welcome from afar. ”
Time passed whiter in my hair.
The necromancer dismissed the existence before his eyes that called him.
In her eyes.
As soon as I saw it, I had to know.
“Are you the monster? ”
The chief smiled.
“Welcome.”
Of course I did.
If only I could sing.
There's no way I won't be able to speak.
If you can talk.
There is no way he could not spread a rumor.
There's no way you can't call someone you want.
You can't just hand over a quest.
Z.
“Ha... You... You filmed me? ”
The monster aims for Gizgerai.
“That's right. You know that. ”
The Necromancer's nonsense makes no sense.
So there was a fight for two days.
Day one, noon.
Giselai realizes what magic is.
First day, midnight.
I realized what a monster is.
Dawn.
I realized that there was an outer shadow as well as an inner shadow.
At midnight again.
There is a phenomenon of succession.
I realized the hall disappeared.
Two days of fighting, not fighting. It was a lesson I could not follow. In the middle of an unanswered fight.
It was when Gizgerai drew the dagger with the power of the dragon.
The chieftain, who was fighting at ease, restrained her.
“I am a sign. There's no need to fight the trail. ”
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She gasps and stops.
I've been watching you the whole time.
Enemies, obviously.
I had something to say to myself.
The thought was that Gizgerai could not free the Dagger immediately.
The chief opened his mouth.
“You found something strong, didn't you? I'll tell you one more place in the east where the power of summoning lies. ”
“What... what are you? Name it.”
A thorough defeat for the first time.
Gizgerai, who can't even call it a fight, can barely bring it up.
The old man looks up.
The season's not over yet.
Thanks to all the energy from the fight for three days, White Moran slowly fell down.
The white Moran slowly flows into the late winter stream, like a lotus flower.
“Let's call it Flexible Work. Find the Ruins of Lint Invocation, and somewhere you can cross the sea, it will work if you say Kevin Ashton. ”