SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

3.

“Indeed. There's been a slight misunderstanding. ”

Raviel nods after hearing my desperate explanation.

Fast food store.

I wanted to enter the cafe, but the age of [EVC] has still remained in the past. Cafes all over the country are too far away to look like bamboo shoots. There was no place to go and talk, unfortunately.

“Not at all. How could you turn your eyes away from me?" It would make sense to hear that the universe has given up the laws of physics. I was a little overwhelmed for a second. ”

“No. I'm really glad you believe... ”

I honestly thought the world was falling apart.

“Well, when I saw it, he was a talented man. Even though he was born in an empire, he would have grown up as a nobleman. A wise gesture of friendship with such a man. You have a sign. Of course……."

Raviel glances over the front window of the store.

"I didn't expect the Goblin to return as a child. ”

Outside the window, Ubrica folds her arms and turns her back.

Even though the giant Hopgoblins are in the middle of the modern city, the passers-by don't seem to notice anything unusual.

No one was surprised by the enormous size of Ubrica, but no one recognized it as a Hobgoblin.

“Are we under some kind of cognitive tampering spell? ”

“Maybe.”

Challenge.

As Raviel shakes his collar, the ice inside the cup collides.

“The attire I'm wearing here is quite exotic. It's only normal to be seen. However, many people look at my face, but no one cares about dressing up. ”

Raviel is dressed in an imperial dress. However, the shopkeeper did not react to the outfit when he saw us.

Though there may have been a coincidence in Raviel's beauty, not in this world.

“The conclusion is clear. In their eyes, we are all dressed in plain clothes. ”

“Worldwide cognitive tampering…. It's too much.”

“You must mean that the one who cares for your convenience is powerful. You have the gift of being loved by the powerful, Confucius. ”

“Haha.”

If you look around, all the customers in the store are yelling at Raviel. Clothing is subject to cognitive tampering, but is it an exception?

If it was an era when smartphones were developed, they might have taken pictures of us secretly.

“Then bring the boy you consider your son. ”

“Is it going to be okay?"

“Yes. Even if it is not a child, it is a fate you have made with your heart. Do you know if I would like to be recognized as a member of the Duke of Ivancia? ”

Rarely does Raviel grant favors to others.

Before the duc changed his mind, I quickly brought Ubrica.

"......."

Ubrica takes a chair with her left butt and her right butt. And still folding his arms, he looks down at Raviel, who is much taller than himself.

"......."

Silence followed.

What is it?

I'm the most nervous person standing in the middle of something.

“…… a silver-haired man who mocks the moon and a red-eyed man who mocks the lilac. ”

Ultimately, it was Ubrica who opened his mouth first.

“It reminds me of someone from a tradition. Ooger. Are you Raviel Ivansia? ”

“Wow. Unlike what it looks like, you're reciting the wind. ”

“I just remembered what I heard from my father. ”

“Does the Confucius tell my story in your world? ”

“Abby made five traditions. The fourth of which is about you, Raviel Ivancia. Silver Lily. The moon whose heart was stolen from the mirror. I wouldn't know you if I were a designee. ”

“Hmm.”

Raviel raises his mouth. I felt a little better. Raviel grabs a thin straw and slowly stirs the cola.

“I heard it was a constellation. ”

“Ugor.”

“I was once a constellation, too. Not because I wanted to, but not because the world revolved around me. You have a different dimension than ordinary humans. Surely there is no deception in having a son as a father? ”

“It's the right door. His father tried to do everything he could when he was a premature beast. Fate does not happen when you fight, but when you throw it away. ”

“Don't you care about your own elegance? ”

“Wooger. Elegance comes from qualification. Abby deserves it. On the contrary, I don't know who else has what it takes to be worthy of our designee, besides my father. ”

“Hmm."

Raviel nods once.

That's definitely a sign of a good feeling when I see her and the love of my life.

Instead, Ubrica, he's acting like a kid when he's with me, and why does he grow up in front of Raviel? Are you discriminating against your father? Scary. Scary. This is why raising a son is useless.

“How did the first meeting with Confucius…. ”

“Ugor, when there was a battle with the Slime Empire.... ”

Soon the two of them began to talk warmly. Except for me.

Along the way, I was left alone by my wife and child, and I was saddened.

Is this the grief of the geese father....

"Huh?

I couldn't look away, so I was looking out the window, and suddenly, I noticed a passerby next to me.

When I saw the passerby, I felt an unknown strangeness.

"......?"

At first, I was fascinated by the clothing of passers-by.

Uniform of Shinseo Secondary High School.

Secondary, among other things.

Among those who bullied Kim Yul was a junior high school student. Both men and women. Maybe, so I think I took a little peek.

‘He's never been in the video. ’

What is this strangeness?

After enhancing my eyesight with an error, I saw the strangeness of the passerby stepping on my eyes one by one.

Hair first.

'Blonde.'

It is natural hair, not dyed.

Every time the passerby walks down the street, the long, squatting blonde shakes.

I thought I was a foreigner, but when I postponed wearing a second-hand uniform, it was unlikely.

‘The uniform I buried...'... The briefcase? ’

The passerby does not carry the student bag.

I walked politely and with both hands on a briefcase that I thought would be carried by a worker. The briefcase is very old and worn. The hide on the edge of your bag has been peeled off. Even though it's already a waste item, it's okay.

The last thing that stood out.

‘The pace is constant. ’

No swaying in stride.

That made up half the mystery.

‘The pace and step width are exactly the same. ’

It would have been difficult if I hadn't practiced substantial body movements. However, the spirit of error did not even appear to the passersby to have exercised mediocrity. Rather, my body was overwhelmingly weak compared to my age.

A passerby slowly walked past the window of a fast food store.

At that moment, my eyes met.

"......."

It seemed like time was slow.

No, my time wasn't slow.

The passerby's expression is completely silent. As if he had been born with an expressionless face from birth, his face matched the passersby. And there was a perfect sculpture on his faceless face.

Eyes.

My eyes were completely transparent.

The world was in the middle of a summer, but the passerby's eyes did not mix with the heat on the streets or the groaning that other people had nervously exhaled. There was transparency there that did not allow for the impurities of one day.

Paaaaaa-

The horn rang somewhere.

At the crossing, the traffic light flickers.

Even at the intersection where the red fire turned yellow, it had nothing to do with the passerby's eyes. She was walking another time.

Same rhythm. Exactly the same width. An absolute identity walked through the world.

"Walk" is supposed to prove that you belong in this world.

But it wasn't a pedestrian. Humans were able to leave the world several times just by walking. One step at a time. Twice in two steps. Three steps. Four steps...

Endlessly.

“Confucius?”

One day, I woke up in my place without knowing it.

“What's going on? ”

“I'm sorry."

Raviel and Ubrica stopped talking and looked at me.

“Please wait here. Hold on. I'm going somewhere. ”

I apologized to both of them, but now I see the backside of a passerby that's getting away.

“I'll leave the error behind, so you're welcome to follow me if you want. Ubrica should be able to catch up easily. ”

“Abby?"

“Son, escort Raviel. ”

Speaking of which, I quickly excelled at the fast food spot.

Where did he go? ’

The passerby crosses the bridge. The traffic light had just turned blue, but I had already blinked and urged the person.

Paaaah-ah!

In the middle of the summer, people were rare. There was only one passerby who crossed the crossing. Despite the blue infertility, the operators ignored the signal. A car passed by the pedestrian's front and back roads.

Where did you see it? ’

I chased him.

When I was in the mailroom? ’

A passerby walks down the alley.

‘No, I would never forget a student who walked like that. If you had seen it once, you would have remembered it. ’

Garosu casts a blue shadow over the street floor.

‘Clearly I've never seen you before. Then why...'

The summer sunlight was blazing.

The boundary between shade and shade is hostile. As the passerby goes into the shade, he seems to be wandering away from the season like a mirage.

Meeeeeeem-

The cicadas cry.

‘Who are you?'

Tsk.

The passage stops in the middle of the shade.

I also had to stop walking and stand.

"......."

The passerby slowly turns away.

I felt an invisible force.

Even that brief moment as the passerby turns around slows down time. Respiration was halted and thought was accelerated.

Fragments of memory flowed through the slower time.

I want to know how the tower is built.

Before entering the 35th floor. The paladin asked.

You can live the life of the most unhappy person in the world.

The princess's voice answered.

There is an owner who built the tower.

The owner lives for the lives of the most unhappy people in each world.

The world where the tower was built is already past the owner's place. In a world where no towers have been erected, the owner hasn't stopped by yet.

As the passerby turns halfway around, I tickle the tip of my nose.

It smelled like something else.

It was the fragrance I knew.

I will go to school early today.

Kim Yul.

We have to go to the ranch and feed the rabbits.

The smell of old food stacked on the edge of the warehouse.

Anyway, there is no Department of Breeding anymore. Middle School Superintendent's kids take over the ranch... Middle schools can't be committed to this kind of thing, right? Me and the security guard.

"A child of the middle class.

There are three people like this, so feed them almost.

In our world, a tower was built.

If what the princess said is true, the owner of the tower will someday [have lived] in our world.

On behalf of someone else's most unfortunate life.

If so, there would have been someone here who was considered unhappy rather than Kim Yul.

Kim Gong-ja.

For some reason.

One of the words the captain shot at me struck my brain.

"What is it with you, you're the second oldest person in the newspaper? You gave me a name with a giggle.

The passerby looks at me.

I was standing under the summer. The passerby treads in the shade.

There was a gap.

There was a gap.

Only the roar of the noisy mammoth filled the two of us.

“---Who are you?”

Irritable resonance.

As the passerby opened his lips, I realized the mysterious identity.

I was the only voice I'd ever heard in the tower.

“If possible. ”

"......."

"Tell me why you're following me."

Tower.

The owner of all life looked at me.