SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

3.

Shhhhhhh...

The black water swirls around the gilded thread. Maybe not water, but shadow.

Whether it was the water that first came into contact with me at birth or the shadow that would carry me to my death, it was too suitable to announce my birth.

[Hippopotamus Dragon Crate Activates.]

The water…… shadows…… suddenly completely surrounded the gold thread. Zec, Zec, and Nuekochi continue to hear the sound of the water shadow turning.

And then it started to get smaller.

The cocoons around the gold filigree became smaller and smaller, finally dozing off to the size of a child's toy droplet. On the palm of my hand, there was a dark orb, like a shadow, that was soft as water.

"......."

That little thing is Sylvia Evanile.

I put one hand on the marble and slowly, politely, opened my mouth -- thump, drop. Like putting cherries on a cake in your mouth.

"......."

Everyone in the intestine was nervous watching me.

I would not be a vassal of Ivan, nor a bishop of the Church. I was a traitor with power.

When they watched and breathed the miraculous signs of demise, I just chewed their teeth.

Shrunk.

I chewed the marbles and wept. Of course, the taste of the beads was different from the taste of cherries. Cherries are sweet. They have a sour aftertaste. But this orb, the existence of Sylvia Evanil, the more it chews. The more I was bitten...... the more sorrowful the rain tasted.

- Shi, dear Sylvia.

- Remember, you're somebody's bitch.

- Chamberlain, where are you going?

I can't remember.

Every time I chew a marble, my memories burst like popcorn crumbs.

"Hmm."

I swallowed, swallowed, and swallowed the memory of the golden eagle. And swallowed, swallowed again. Human life was too big or too ugly to swallow at once.

The golden thread was the flirtatious one. Like a resin that makes you too tough.

I steadily, truly steadily devoured the existence of the golden thread.

[The Hippopotamus Dragon Crate is complete.]

And...

"Phew……"

I vomited slowly. The breath I just exhaled had mass. There was weight. Even with color, it was like a black breath.

In the dark mist, there are two eyes that glow like beasts.

[The Apostle of the 'Grazing Cow' is a phenomenon!]

The tower calls her eyes by their old names.

But it was too loose to cover her now.

“Sylvia evanile. ”

"......."

Reclaimed form from breath.

It is too great to be called rebirth, and it is great to be called transformation. In other words, it is a transformation. The one who had died once turned and was kneeling before me.

“Do you want a new name? ”

“…… none. I want to live as I've been called, as I've been called. Beyond that... I, I... What should I call you? ”

The golden eagle had an outer rim on its face.

Of course I did.

From her point of view, I've brought myself back from the dead.

Using the memories of the white walkers stored in the skill [Reincarnation], the memories were boxed and implanted into my body with [Box of Wisteria Dragon]. Now I can revive the golden slip whenever I want.

No matter how magical or divine you may be, this was in the realm of miracles.

“Wealth, resurrection is truly a sign of divinity. As of now, it's just that I don't think it's right to call you Mrs. Ivancia..."

“Household owners. ”

“Yes?”

“You can call me forward. In the official statue, I don't care if you call me Duke Kim, Duke Kim, Duke or whatever. But when there's a war or a battle, call me Goju. ”

"......."

I slowly got up.

It was just a slit waist, but I felt like the sleeping beast had finally awakened. If I had felt that, I would have felt that way to a lot of people watching me.

“Listen to me.”

I recited the words in my voice.

“Family has two meanings. One is family, the other is family. Me and Raviel are the only family. Everything that comes to me in this world becomes my family...... That's my ideal. ”

If only I could love someone as much as I love Raviel.

If there's even the possibility of doing the impossible.

“Estelle.”

“Oh, yes, Joo-woo... Father. ”

Estelle hears my call and rushes out at once, kneeling on one knee. Seeing that, I stroked Estelle's head with a small smile.

“This is it.”

“…… Yes?"

“Even if Estelle calls me Father, and I call her Daughter, from that moment on, [family] is not made like magic. Look, Estelle. Where's a daughter who kneels before her father? ”

“Ah,"

Estelle was embarrassed.

“If a parent is in the position of the king, even if he or she is a parent, he or she must fulfill the duties of a servant as well as a child, so there is no choice...! ”

“I'm fine.”

I laughed.

“We're not all close enough to each other. ”

“…… Father? ”

“I'm not as immature as someone's father. Estelle, you've never been a daughter, so you have no idea what that is. So we haven't reached the family yet. We don't know what kind of father and daughter we're gonna be. ”

The night breeze blows.

A dozen years ago, this wind blew in any orphanage outside the tower.

It was blown.

“We don't know much yet. ”

We don't know what each other will become.

“We're not a family yet. ”

I'm barely on the starting line.

“If you ignore that, think [we are family], [we are as sticky as family], then one day the thought itself will catch up with us as a chain. [Even though I was family, I didn't know anything about the other person]. [Why can't you do this much for your family?] Such a lamentation will follow. ”

It is beautiful to be ahead of the mind.

But the mind is more beautiful when it supports the action behind it.

In front of all our orphans, the Prelate said so.

“We……."

One day, I recited what He told me with a tired face of courtesy.

“We do not understand each other as much as we would like to understand each other, and we do not understand what we do not want to understand. What you want, what your habits are. What is the voice of the one urge you want to leave in this world after all? Why do you love sunset……."

I slowly recited the signs of love.

“Until they are known among us, until we know, we are not [family]. ”

I looked around, one by one, at the Demon King who wanted to destroy the world, the Christians who came from eternal winter, and the noble spirit who cursed people.

“We are people who strive to be family. ”

Prelate.

“Family isn't complete or over by saying family. Family is relationships, extremes of relationships. I swear we'll work hard for each other. Even for each other, it is harder and harder to work hard. How can a family be easily made? ”

Yeah, it is.

“You're going to have to try a lot. ”

You'll fight a lot.

We can do this.

“Until then -- instead of overcoming the guilt of family, let's become one. ”

In my declaration, Estelle, who was patting her head, responded.

Her ears twitch.

“Father…… If you tell me it's a family...? ”

“Each family has its own position and role. The Grand Chamberlain is responsible for the family's hygiene and welfare, and cooks when the family is hungry. ”

Just like the principal assigned each of us a role.

In the end, people just do what they have learned, and try to get better there.

I looked at Estelle and said seriously.

“The eldest is usually the heir. On the other hand, while receiving an heir education, when the owner of the household can't serve guests, the eldest daughter stands up and presides over the ball and the church. Estelle. You are the eldest of our family, and you will be in charge of many things in the future. ”

"......."

“Warriors, on the other hand, protect the comfort of their families. I keep my family members from being kidnapped by some evil, and I go out and fight when there are forces who dare to destroy my family. ”

The night sky.

My precious Christians are melting in the darkness of the night. They sit on the walls, under the walls, in the courtyard, on the bluffs, looking up at me.

“I will try to be a family to you. ”

There's not a single one of them with blood on them.

“Until that day comes, first, let's be a family. ”

We can cherish each other more than anyone else.

I've hurt more than anyone, I've hated humans, I've betrayed the world, I've watched destruction, and yet somehow I got here, somehow I met you like this.

I opened my mouth.

“Samaritan."

“Yes!"

In the corner of the dark mansion, each in its own direction, the elite martial artists gathered at my feet.

Among them, Blood opened his mouth.

“Speak, Society……."

Hematoma's handsome forehead is wrinkled. Well said, principalist. To put it badly, he learned that as the guardian guard who kept the teacher at the forefront, he caught the skills of the Christians. He was handsome, but old.

He thought about it for a short time, and changed his title like a sigh.

“…… Lord. ”

“Hmm."

“We can just use them as tools. Bishop...... No, the Lord is right. You won't feel self-conscious or regret it as long as we use it as a tool. Just a well-forged knife, if you'll indulge me. ”

“You were like your mother to me. ”

"......."

"For you, she meant more to me than Mother."

"......."

“Hematoma.”

I bent my waist and covered the blood with my hands.

“We lost one, and she was like a mother to all of us. Don't you think?”

“…… Yes, it is. ”

“So we are brothers. ”

I told you.

“Man is not united by what he has, but by what he has lost. That is our doctrine of Heaven. If we lose our teacher, we are clearly sad. ”

"......."

“We talk more, we try to understand more, we get to know each other's boundaries, we sometimes become assholes to each other,"

Even now.

Much more than now.

“It will make you much more beautiful and happy."

"......."

“Until that day, I will take care of this family. ”

Hematoma opened his dry lips.

“Yes, Lord. ”

“Leave the Blood Horse with the family's military service. Your job is to be an officer of the military. Soon I will appoint someone else to be vice president. Assist the vice president as assistant. ”

“Yes, Lord! ”

I turned my head.

“Ubrica!”

“Hmm.”

Kuang.

When Ubrica got up from the blue ledge and stepped on it, the courtyard shook lightly. At this point, Ubukkah was able to control its weight by challenging its own errors. Now called to me, Ubrica unravels all her hidden energy.

“You summoned me, Father. ”

Fear echoes through the air.

The martyrs of the Church. Those who became my family's martyrs have now weighed how far Ubrica has come.

Ubrica is a monster.

An unmanned woman who had a phantom limb when she was a child and was old enough to react. The greatest fighter in the history of the designated tribe. If time passes and a performance is given, we may look at the place where the teacher once trampled. The Bladers of my family noticed it and were nervous.

While all the Bladers were nervous, I smiled.

“You are my son. ”

“Ugor. That's right. ”

“I don't know if my brain has turned to stone these days, but everyone I meet seems to fall in love with and confess..."

“You seem to have forgotten my constellation, Father. Do you want to get hit by a stone? ”

[The constellation "The Muscle Pig Dreaming of the Wheel" threatens you.]

Ah-ha-ha.

I laughed a little more.

“It's okay. My son is cool even during puberty. My father had only been in love once, but that was the only time he married the best man in Raman. I'm already the king of romance, if you ask me. You can always consult your father. ”

“Abby's case is very special and dirty, so I don't think it's a reference at all…. Ooger. I'll talk to you if I have anything to say. ”

“Yes, you're my oldest. ”

I nodded.

“A warrior more powerful than anyone I know. ”

"......."

Ubrica looked down at me.

“How many times have you tried and lost to Abby? ”

“I lost hundreds of times to Estelle to win a single victory. The number of defeats is just a decoration that makes victory even better. ”

“Can I beat Abby someday? ”

“I believe in your talent, in your effort, and in your will. You are the most perfect warrior in the world. ”

"......."

“Become the president of my family. ”

I put my palm on the back of a big hand in Ubrica.

“Lead us with me, to the front when we must fight. You learned martial arts. Not only did I learn, but I pierced it. Now that you've reached the Divine Constabulary next to me, the family leaders will gladly obey your orders. ”

The sound of the Bladers' breathing is a little quieter.

I blame you for your lack of fear and your expectations.

"I adapted the martial arts and invented the Macheon method, which sublimates people to hundreds of dances and songs, not one person's sword. Learn. You will learn. Learn to teach to the Bladers. I'll teach you well. ”

"......."

“My overbearing son. Ubrica.”

Turn-ups.

Ubrica raised her other hand and covered the back of my hand.

Despite being a giant, the boy who still looks young nods.

“I'll be the president of my father. ”

And I swore an oath.

“How dare you come here. I will not forgive those who seek to destroy my family. I will protect those who are dear to my father and father, and I will try to make them valuable to me as well. As long as my father loves me, I will love the world too. ”

I smiled.

Oh, thank you.

I was born an orphan, you were born a patient with leukopenia, but now I have people I love around me, and now I don't know why you hate the sun.

In the distant future, we will become something else.

I will prove something to the world.

"......."

I remembered the name of a white walker that had not yet been summoned.

His scent, his hair, his eyes. I remembered an imprint of a being wandering in the scent of that person, a scar hidden between the grains of hair, and a past buried in the blue, expressionless eyes.

“Come out.”

I called it rising.

[Activates skill.]

The shadow echoes.

There, my hands reached out as I boiled, and soon my hair, face, and body came out. The white walker breathes small.

“Phew.”

He had the scent, the hair, the eyes, just like I imagined.

Raviel's distant ancestor, he resembles Raviel, and it's very easy to think of someone who resembles him.

“You summoned me.”

I nodded.

And I called out his name.

"Kim Yul."

You will also mean a little more to me.