SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

3.

Tick, tick.

The white flesh of the watch is touched by the needle.

Like putting the wound where it was supposed to be.

"......."

“So, how many times do I have to tell you? You have nothing to do with the Golden Hawk! Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! ”

I blinked.

Blinking, the blonde prince was furious before his eyes. It's just me and the Crown Prince in the conference room, so maybe you're mad at me.

“Young-chil is completely mistaken for a human being! ”

"......."

It seemed like a long time had passed.

Even after a very short period of time.

Is the time-keeping sense broken? It looks like all the hair melted in warm water. Am I swimming in Raviel's dream? Or is Raviel playing my time?

‘Either way. ’

I expanded my debt.

‘It wouldn't matter. ’

There was no reason to tell us apart.

In the meantime, Tae-ja continued to increase her speech.

“So unpleasant! Your tone is, like, I'm cheating on you. For me, the nation of the empire! ”

I looked beyond the Emperor's blonde hair.

Tick, tick.

The golden clock, full of splendor, wastes its time eating its flesh.

“…… wait. Honey, when people talk, where do they look? ”

“I'm sorry, I was looking at the clock. ”

“A watch? You don't even have time to talk to me! ”

“No. It's just, the clock keeps going past where it went. It's like they don't even know it's here. Maybe the conditions of eternity are forgotten. ”

“What? …… what are you talking about? ”

“I yelled yesterday. I forget I yelled yesterday. I heard some nagging yesterday. I forget what I heard yesterday. Yesterday, yesterday, a week, a month, a year. Forget it and forget it and throw it away. ”

"......."

“Definitely yesterday's scenery. Where my hands stayed yesterday. But it's like a new view, sheep's breath. So people will live forever. Not a thousand years ago, not a thousand years later. ”

“I really don't know what you're talking about. ”

The Crown Prince narrows his gaze.

“Do you admit that you misunderstood my relationship with the spirit of the golden thread? ”

“Your Grace.”

I'm out of debt.

“He who has made excuses after betraying love in this history will not be the first, nor the last. ”

"......."

“You're mistaken, and you're not the first person to escape the day after that. They all end up in their graves. Please be a little wiser. Will the planned devastation be any different for the rest of the day? ”

“I don't know what you mean, I told you! ”

“The Golden Thread Spirit cannot love you. ”

The Crown Prince has stopped.

“What?"

“She is essentially a person who loves herself. Don't you know?"

"......."

“You must have a desire for His Highness, but what the Golden Hawk is really excited about is [the self secretly making love to His Highness]. ”

I daresay.

“I'm not saying don't make love. In order to make love to such a person, you must become a servant. I pleaded earnestly for the love of the golden age and pleaded for her love, as if she had been shown mercy. It's the only relationship that will make the Prince and her happy forever. ”

"......."

“His Holiness is the national origin of this country. You have to be the tallest. Would he gaze at the baron's beloved? If you tighten your head, the attendants will bow down and worship along with the people, but if you are the owner of the whole country, I will be eternal, not you. Your Highness.”

I looked back at my fiancée.

“Are you sure you want to take your country and give it to the royal family? ”

Aaaaah!

"......."

Tsk, tsk.

Water poured down from my side head.

In front of you, a blonde man howls with an empty glass of water.

“You are the worst human being. ”

A meaningless curse.

However, even though the most trivial person in the world vomited and scratched my wound, the wound was still a wound, so the surface of my heart was tingling.

“Why don't you ever understand me? I'm having a hard time, too. Chancellor should be dragged to unfamiliar places and make a solemn expression on a fictitious day! You, of course, are truly a descendant of the great Ivanian bloodline. But……."

“But.”

I stared at the Prince expressionlessly.

And I thought,

“But what's coming? ”

Let's change it.

"......."

The Emperor of the City of Gold is a saint.

However, there are numerous cases of tyrants destroying the country immediately after the Royal Family ascended. If there is only one imperial destiny left, it would not be a bad idea to start preparing from the beginning.

It's the last resort.

For this sure end, let's scatter the goons all over the country and assassinate the obstacles in advance, and prepare them to cause panic when the time comes.

“Your Grace.”

Murmur.

The Crown Prince took a step back without even knowing it.

“I understand you most deeply. Ever since I was a child, I have worked very hard to love you. This love may seem trivial. But this is the best I can do. In my mind, I couldn't grow a bigger candle. ”

"......."

“Bring down the Golden Ladle. That is the path for you, the path for the country......."

“Monster."

The Crown Prince has the door hook.

“You monster. ”

Then, I ran away.

"......."

Tick, tick.

Time flies.

"......."

Tick, tick.

A drop of wet water on the head falls on the sound of a second cough.

"......."

Suddenly I realized.

The fact that I was betrayed.

"Ah."

It's free

[Missing skill candidate's nickname.]

With that uselessness, the anger subsides a little.

[No statement found for skill candidate.]

Tick, tick.

But...

Life is free and free.

[No appearance found for skill target.]

Tick, tick.

Obviously.

[Reproduction failed.]

Confucius,

I love you.

[Replace the materials needed for implementation.]

Heads up.

4.

It's free

"......."

I blinked.

Blinking, I realized-- I realized I was playing the choreography myself.

Did he fall asleep sitting still? Or did he slip into a state of mindlessness for a moment, then slipped out of the picture without catching on.

“My Lady.”

I heard the world.

"......."

I turned my head quietly.

Twitch.

The young black man shivered his shoulders as he looked at me.

I knew his name.

“You're a deaf horse.”

“Cow, Song-gu. ”

The deaf horse bows.

“How dare those like me interfere with the conduct of the Most High..." I've committed a mortal sin! ”

“That's naughty. I've heard that enlightenment is so quiet that nothing you touch can break." If they would have been interrupted and broken, they would not have been enlightened in the first place. ”

I smiled.

“It's like waking up. The script wants to receive an apology for interrupting a pleasant nap rather than spoiling the realization. ”

“Yes... Uh... Cow, is it coming...? ”

Tsk.

“He's a worthless underling. Stick your head in there. ”

“Ah! Yes! ”

The deaf horse responded as if it were much easier.

“Then I'll report it! ”

“I'll listen.”

“First, we evacuated the people by turning the bulkhead into the world. ”

The deaf horse continues with its head upside down. My head is steady, but my body is not shaken, so I understand that it is an elite school that has been carried out properly.

“There are many people who do not believe in the word 'punishment from heaven', who have suffered from persuasion, but who have already suffered from the plague have been tightly tied up and shown naivety. No matter how many doubters there are, they cannot be trusted!" ”

"......."

Is that so?

It's been months since the mysterious outbreak began in Kangho.

This is still the world before me, the Master, and the White Veil.

“Well done.”

“My condolences!”

“But how can anyone avoid a moving horse? You can't build a hut under the sea, and you can't put a tent on the clouds. The waterfront beneath the sky will be the last refuge for the people. ”

"......."

“I just did everything I could to set an example for humans. I'm proud of you for devoting one day to your people when you could have lived another day on the island. ”

The deaf horse straightens and bows down.

“Chung (24544;)!"

Beyond that, hundreds of elite men prostrated themselves.

“The underworld! ”

On the other side, tens of thousands of believers bend their knees.

“Mincho Poison Zone! ”

A solemn echo echoes through Mado's hills.

I sat on the stone altar and shook my head.

At the peak of the peak of the peak, when it reached its peak, another bridal landscape was spread there.

"......."

It's free

The world is in ruins, so what is this fearsome silence?

It's not boring. It's not boring. I did not live in a world that was small enough to be regarded as boring, and I did not live a life that was quiet enough to be regarded as boring. I would have been immortal all day long with my life in my hands.

‘Did you do your best. ’

Yes, it is.

‘Are you responsible for the responsibility. ’

Yes, it is.

‘Have you also been responsible for what you do not have to be responsible for? ’

No doubt.

‘Was it good to hold the sword? ’

Maybe.

‘Was he happy?’

I don't know

"......."

You nod slowly.

‘I can answer a thousand questions. ’

All the worshippers of the world were leaning down. I could only see the sky when I nodded. Therefore, I used the white sky as a mirror to jaw myself.

‘Only two questions make me feel free to answer, I don't know. ’

I want to know.

“Southern Town.”

I opened my lips.

The deaf horse raises his head slightly.

“Yes?”

“Send a letter to Nam Gong-un, the Muslim. ”

"......."

The deaf horse was no longer asked. I just brought a paperback.

I twisted my finger, crack.

Ji Heon.

The paper floats into the air.

Since I learned fishing skills, my body has become less entangled with tools. As the deaf horse swallows a small amount of elasticity, I shake my finger again.

File31558;.

My fingers became a rod. The inner air on the fingernail tip became a brush. At one point, I gathered food and bent it. Even though there was an air between the paper and me, there was nothing hard to write about.

Muk.

So, the black text has a sudden burst of resonance.

“Burn it.”

I put my hand down.

“How dare I? ”

“The world remains, and life remains, even when you wake up. This is my will. If you want, you can burn it."

"......."

The deaf horse shook his shoulders and set my paper on fire.

The pile of flames that were removed from the candle chewed up the edges of the paper in an instant. A red mouth, a red mouth, and a dark burning past spot spread.

“Ah."

But the letters were not consumed by the fire.

Rather, it burns.

The inner air contained in the food caught the writing. The writing became a flame. Even if it was fixed, and the foundation hung by the flowerpot was burnt and burned, my fires would burn heavily in the air.

Oh, my God. I can't fix it.

It's a human disease. Humans don't like it.

A hundred years of life, one second of death.

Come. Ditch me.

My centuries are waiting here.

The deaf horse bows with trembling lips.

I looked up at my airspace.

“I'll write down one more, so send it to the rabble. Take it yourself and burn it in front of Nam-goong Town, in front of the grim beasts. Too bad I can't see their faces. ”

“Yes…… Cheonmai. ”

The deaf horse's voice echoes.

I muttered indiscriminately.

“As soon as the fire burns to ashes, I think you haven't responded to the chariot war. ”

The congregation saw my writing imprinted in the air. They thought it was a miracle. Although it rained from heaven and flowers bloomed on earth, the fire that was set between heaven and earth seemed to be a sign to them that they were still allowed to survive under heaven.

They shouted.

“ ! ”

Tuck.

Something sits at the end of my nose.

“ ⁄ ා ්! ”

It was snowing from the sky.

It was my first eye.

“ ! ”

Yeah, Nam-goong Town.

You would never betray me.

However.

“ ⁄ ා ්! ”

Will I make you happy?

That was the only problem, the problem, the problem.

[Implementing the trauma of the enemy that killed you.]

I am.

I closed my eyes quietly.