SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

- I thought you might call me one day. You're doing well.

“I'm sorry to hear that. A little faster... ”

- She's too busy doing her job. Your age.

residue spills over the phone. Cough. The Prelate wiped out his voice.

- Sometimes strangers come and ask if you're from our kindergarten. At first, I thought you had done something terrible. Your motive showed me the video and solved the misunderstanding. By the way, did you say "king"? Naming sense.

“It's not my own nickname. In the tower..."

It's been a long time since I heard your voice, but it's a relief.

"......."

- Confucius?

- Is something wrong?

I grabbed hold of the phone.

I suppressed the emotion coming from my chest down my throat.

“I need to ask you something. Prelate.”

- No, wait. How serious are you talking? Let me know from there.

“I'm very serious. Probably the most I've told the Prelate... ”

- Two minutes, maybe three. I'm on the couch right now. I'm going to get up and get some coffee, and I'm going to put you in the right position, and I'm going to keep you waiting for three minutes.

“Yes."

Think about it.

What a life it's been.

I imagined the malice he had to endure in order for a good man to be born. If we gather all the good people who live in this world, we can exhibit all the evils.

“Well, how is the preschool these days? How are you feeling?”

- You must be taking this seriously. It's okay, more teachers than you. I don't talk much anymore. More donations... Oh, Bob's a little better, too.

“I'm glad.”

I'm sitting in the principal's office. Now tell me.

I took a breath.

“Prelate. Did you... graduate from Shinseo Secondary School? ”

-.......

The silence subsides.

You feel nervous. I overhear the sound of a deep sleep. Over the phone, the Prelate sips coffee. The Prelate was swallowing black water.

- Yeah, I got the paperwork. It's still pretty prestigious, though.

“By any chance.”

Hopefully not.

“In the second grade of high school, were you in charge? ”

A delusion created by trauma. Everything I thought I saw in the past was a lie, so I hope the Prelate was just a good person and had a good time at school and not very unhappy.

I wished.

It was static for a while.

- That's right.

The Prelate's voice echoes.

It's been decades.

"......."

-.......

The Prelate shut up, too. My heart ached because of what I was about to say. The warm air. The Prelate also felt an ominous tinge, so she closed her lips.

“Prelate.”

- Tell me.

“When you're a second-grader, On the roof of the school. ”

-.......

“Was there such a person? ”

I stopped breathing.

- Yes, I am.

The Prelate said:

- There was.

Nightmares have proven to be true.

- I've never really talked to him. Yeah, there was.

The school corridors I walked through, the chains on the rooftop doors looking down, the barren playgrounds, and the woodshed floating in the middle of a plastic garbage yard like a white island, were all true without a lie.

Only.

Please don't die. Please. Please.

Together. Together, let's live in a different world.

Only the ending was a lie.

Yes, Captain. In this world, we live together.

The most deceptive things were the truth.

Something that should have been the truth was just a dream.

That was the story of ■ ■ and the Prelate.

“Prelate.... ”

I barely said it.

“Do you remember his name? ”

No one in the world knows his name. He was a crosser from the wilderness. The Empire honored him and gave him the name Refantha. He was a constellation killer. The people of the tower called him Killer Castle.

He was an outcast. No one tried to remember him. So, now only one person has testified his name.

- Gimja.

Someone was summoned by one person.

- His name is Kim Yul. Confucius.

"......."

I closed my eyes.

I remembered talking to the paladin in the hallway of the school.

The back seat of the classroom. The student at the window, remember?

Aldama. I thought you were classmates. Probably by name,

Noise kicks in.

It was Kim Yul.

There was someone with that name.

I'm not sorry for you, Kim Yul.

When the wind blew through the classroom window, he was small enough to be covered by a white curtain.

Before the class started, he quietly took out an old notebook and looked inside.

He knew it wouldn't open, but he was pulling on the chain of the iron gate.

I'm sorry, Kim Yul. I'm sorry.

Decades ago.

The time I wasn't born yet.

Sorry.

There was such a child in this world.

- Confucius?

And there are people who have lived for decades.

- Are you crying right now? No, I'm not. By the way, where did you hear about Kim Yul? No one would know.

I was smart enough to go to school with a scholarship. I was eager to stick to the top half of the class in a place called Civilization. I studied four hours and five hours a day sleeping. So he was the one who would paint the future as he dreamed.

What kind of dream did he have when he entered high school?

What kind of future was he dreaming about?

- I don't know how you got to know him. I really do.

But he saw.

I saw a human being.

You saw the beasts.

He saw death.

No one cares about you. No one, no one. No one….

At that moment, one person's time stopped.

The freedom of choice that everyone deserves is gone.

The rest of the life for the Prelate was just proof of something.

There was a child named Kim Yul who lived there.

“Prelate, stay here. ”

- What are you talking about?

“Kim Yul, the Prelate's alumni. The child.”

- I don't know what you're talking about...

“You lived in a dump underneath a mountain. Kim Yul.”

-.......

“Back of the classroom. Window seat. You're sitting there. ”

-.......

I told you.

“There's a time on the collar of a uniform shirt. Why, the guy who was dating the student council president was a jerk. My brother was a singer. You forcibly handed over a cell phone that Kim didn't even have, and the entire class was texting. ”

-.......

“Did you know there was a ranch behind the school? Raise rabbits, raise chickens. Well, I was supposed to be in charge of the rearing, but the foreign woman struggled with the baby, and no one took care of her. That's why Kim Yul took care of him. ”

- How?

The Prelate's voice trembles.

- Confucius, how did you...

“Prelate, I tried to stop you. You've been trying to stop me since freshman year. But when I did my research, you quit because the school board had a parent, right? There was also the chairman of the church where the Prelate went, right? Three-wheel church. I told her class, but she couldn't push because of her scholarship. ”

- How...

“Here it is. Prelate.”

I ducked my head with the phone.

“Stay here. ”

-.......

The silence was long.

- Four days.

The Prelate said:

- No, you can wait a week.

A student whose time had stopped decades ago, said in an older, slightly more exhausted voice.

- I'll be there.

4.

A week went by quickly.

During the week, the principal cleaned up the household. Anyone can enter the tower. However, you cannot take what you hold in the outside world. The Prelate abandoned what had been accomplished, what he had, and what he had guarded for decades.

“I was originally going to retire. ”

In a long time, the principal teacher was older than before.

“I saved the teacher who would be my successor. I have some work done in the area.... If you come to the tower, there's nothing you can do about the government. Now you're on your own. ”

“Welcome. Prelate.”

“I'm not the Prelate anymore. Call me whatever you want."

The Prelate smiled bitterly.

Now, the chief who had just opened the mouthpiece had, of course, no name. Those without names have not yet entered the Great Library. But I talked to the [Gallery Chief], and in particular I managed to bring in the Ledger Teacher.

“I can see how you've progressed. Everywhere you go, it's about you. Since I'm here, why don't dozens of people come from the entrance of the city to guide me...? ”

“Well, I got a little ahead of myself in the tower. I'm ranked second in the class, Prelate. ”

“Studying was the lowest of my comrades... ”

The Prelate looked at me with a fresh look.

"The Peaceful Princess is fixing the stupid moon.

His eyes resembled those seen in the trauma.

While I was overwhelmed by feelings I did not know, the Prelate was greatly welcomed by my colleagues.

“Aha. You raised a king! I'm a heretic interrogator. We look forward to seeing you! ”

“It's called Black Dragon Juice. The Four Kings are always in debt. He is also the deputy guild leader of our guild. Please don't hesitate to let me know if you experience any discomfort while living in the tower. ”

“This paladin is in charge of Babylon's security on the first floor. Sir, I hear you run a nursing home outside. It's hard for me to say in the first place, but I always need a professional staff at the tower. I will see you later on officially. ”

“Yes, everyone. Thank you for your hospitality."

The Prelate treats the Hunters as if they were familiar.

When one welcome procession passed, and it was just me and the dean said,

“I'm used to one of your motivations being the youngest congressman. At that time, dozens of people came to congratulate me a week and said hello. ”

“Yes?! Who?!"

“Kimhan Visa. Remember? I'm a pro bono congressman. Maybe you didn't know it because you renamed it. ”

I was shocked.

It was news I hadn't heard before returning 4,000 days ago.

I lost interest in my hometown.

“Oh my…. That's ridiculous. He was just a fool... What was his name again? ”

“Gimhanbi.”

“It's just the last time you sleep, right? You're an idiot, right? ”

“Now that you're an adult, it's a Confucius. You were an idiot, too. ”

“Ex. But aren't you still a bit clever? ”

“I couldn't understand why people weren't good at math until I raised you guys. Sarang. It's a good thing the tower doesn't rank well on exam scores. ”

The messenger chuckles behind you.

- Gonna hear a lot of black history today. All right, all right! Tell me more!

The Prelate and I had a conversation.

In order to prevent our conversation from being broadcast outside, I told the librarian in advance. The librarian listened to my request. Not only that, the bookmark makers served tea and refreshments.

“It's a strange world I've seen on video. This place..."

The Prelate looks at the bookmark made with suspicious eyes.

“So.”

The Prelate's gaze swept through the vast Great Library once, and finally stayed in my face.

“Where is she? ”

I told the Prelate everything. About my abilities. About the trauma. About a man named [Repenta Aikim] and a man named [Killer].

"......."

The Prelate listened to my story expressionlessly all the time. However, the expressionless expression did not mean emotionless. For over an hour, the Prelate sat still without a sip of tea.

“Hard to believe stories. Anything.”

“Yes."

“But it's impossible for you to... know Kim Yul. ”

Like when I was a child, the Prelate's face was hard to read.

But after the trauma, I can see that now.

The Prelate was afraid.

“Kim Yu-ri didn't show up on the graduation album. I couldn't carry it. But I know that there is no trace of Kim Yul anywhere in the album…. Think about it, Confucius. I thought you might be able to make room for me. ”

"......."

“Why are album photos so bright again? They're... they're... I didn't understand how to laugh for a long time. Yeah, I'm sure she's doing just fine. ”

The Prelate gazes indifferently down at the teacup's sleep.

The warden takes a quiet sip of the cold tea long ago.

And he looked right at me.

“It's okay."

"......."

“The boy. No, I'm trying to get a trace on him. ”

I nodded.

“Caucasian reincarnation. ”

The shadow spreads.

Cripple.

The shade moves alive. The black water, such as mouthwaters, coiled, followed by the water currents that shaped the man. The waves turn into silver hair, and the pool forms a neat outfit.

"...... Hmm."

Le Fanta Aikim.

He looked around.

“Unexpected circumstances. ”

The silver-haired man mutters bluntly.

"Kidnapped? Did you kidnap a doll and force it to awaken?" I can't... use my strength. It is speculated that the puppet's system has been tampered with or has been subjected to a very powerful psychic spell. ”

The man lost his black hair. I lost my name. I lost my memory. Kim Yul was just his forgotten starting point, so the man in front of him might be a completely different person from Kim Yul. He was Le Fanta Aikim. It was gentle.

Therefore, no one deserved to call him [Kim Yul].

“…… Mr. Kim Yul. ”

Except for one witness who was at his starting point.

Killer turned to the Prelate.

The Prelate slowly bends her knee to the bottom of the library.

“I'm one of the people who killed Kim Yul. ”

"......."

“I've been wanting to say this for a long time. Really…."

The Prelate grimaced his forehead.

“I'm sorry."

His face was stiff.