2.
I've heard your wishes.
Every wish comes with a price.
First, I'll take your name.
Second, I'll take your face.
Third, let's have your fear.
If it doesn't matter.
But still, if it's good.
Please.
Good luck to you.
3.
"......."
There was silence between us.
However, the direction of silence was different.
I kept my mouth shut to wait for an answer, and the constellation bit my lips because I didn't know how to answer it. Now he breathed, slowly, into Emerald hair and grey eyes.
“…… but… ”
But...
“Neither do I, I don't know. ”
His breath was poisoned.
“I can't remember what I look like. Even if the king finds you, it's just impossible. What tone I was wearing and what clothes I was wearing. I don't know if I could wear it. I can't even remember. ”
How do you find what you don't have?
His breath is muttering like that.
For a long time, I spilled poison in my lungs.
“I can't find me. The king can't find me either. ”
“Yes."
I nodded.
“Maybe it's hard to find your true self. Even if I find it, I can't guarantee it's true. Without any equipment, you find the South Pole in the middle of the snow, and you pin the red flag. ”
“Yes, so……."
“But you don't need your original self. ”
I touched the cheek of the constellation.
Tick, tick.
[Skill is active.]
The white contour was revealed.
The damage was stripped, and ■ crumbled.
Another stick of the spear covering the constellation was broken.
“I don't think finding you is going to make you happy. ”
“…… What makes you think that? ”
"You threw it away. There must be a reason you threw it away."
I smiled.
“I don't know where you were born. A long time ago, as a child, what you've been through and what you've been hurt. Which side of the job did you sell? I don't know about that kind of crap. ”
I couldn't even see the trauma.
It's hard to see with any skill.
“But I know what you like, how much you like it, ”
You like adventure.
I love a life where I break my enemies with my chosen one, face a close danger, and jump over death with true pain, and move on.
Enough to throw away his real name and face if he could do it.
“You like me. ”
"......."
With a third and final wish, it's okay to lose your presence.
“If so, please select the face you would like to show me. ”
"......."
“I'll see you the way you want me to see you. Let me see you show me. What else is important? ”
"......."
“You like me. You love adventure.You chased what you liked, left the heavy stuff behind, and came all the way here. You.”
Tick, tick.
“I didn't lose myself. ”
Tick, tick.
“I came here to find who I want to be. ”
Everyone travels.
There is an infinite desert in a five-story backroom.
"......."
Twitch.
The constellation shrugged once and looked at me.
[Skill ‘Crimson Flame’ is active.]
Yes, it is.
I was writing the world with the power of the Great Red Cross.
Just like the constellations in front of me brainwashed me.
This time I will be his constellation and show him the world.
One fox.
"A fox born in the desert has nothing to drink or play with, and a hill flows and a valley fills up when the wind blows overnight, and it loses its home every day.
You cannot love yourself from the moment all the children of the desert are born.
But the night sky.
"......."
The constellation raises its head.
[Skill is active.]
In my mind, the night sky was stretched out over both our heads, leaning on the crimson of space.
If you look up in the desert with nothing, the stars are scattered.
“I'm fine.”
I whispered.
Children without signs where they were born have no choice but to walk the night sky as a map.
“I won't cheat you. ”
"......."
Imagine the world.
The journey of a young fox begins.
All I hear is the sound of sand in the desert reaching Bashrack, Bashrack and Dry.
Dry wind only.
The fox walks, piling up the sand in his heart.
“I'm fine.”
You have nothing, the fox walks.
Food is unsatisfactory. Always.
Those who grew up in the desert always have sand breezes, and when bitten, a sand egg is buried in their mouth. I don't quench my thirst even if I eat it. Obviously there was nothing, but something was piled up, but it was a dry sandpaper, not a starlight in the night sky.
Am I a desert?
"......."
Am I also a desert?
"......."
"The sand grains that cover the world are infinite and infinite, all the evidence that has died on this earth will make its voyage, and the things that will die from now on will count Nauta, but I am already a framework of sand grains that is added to infinite sand.
The desert is still the desert.
Wherever you look, there are only traces of death.
Everyone is dying.
"......."
Foxes choose cactus because they have nothing to eat.
Thirsty.
Occasionally, when you cross the desert, the cactus stands like a telegraph pole. The child knows that there is water in it. Water. The only relief to quench a dying thirst.
It has good spines.
... In order to protect a handful of water...... in this hell...... I also raised a lot of spines......
Foxes tear the cactus apart. Barefoot. Thorns in the soles of your feet. My toes are sharp. Blood flows. Hide is pierced. But I think I'll die if I don't drink it. Foxes chop cactus pulp.
... I'm sorry......
You wash every drop of water.
... I'm sorry......
Spiked water.
Foxes have dissipated. We should be able to walk a little longer for a while. But my throat hurts. A sharp thorn.
The young fox paid the price.
The cactus has not forgotten to avenge himself on the beast he drank from.
"......."
Drink the first water, drink the second water, and the fox realizes.
Maybe.
"Maybe I'm building a desert?
Foxes suddenly look up at the sky with their nose buried in cactus pulp. The sun hurts. I've always wondered why the world is a desert, and I've wondered where the desert comes from, so I thought I'd blame it on the heat.
"Maybe I am the sinner after the sun in this desert."
“Ah……."
Many have killed cactus.
“Ah,"
Why didn't you become an oasis? You've cursed at cactus.
“Ah…. Ugh... Ah. ”
To those who raised their thorns to protect even a handful of water, they broke the black thorns, saying, "Why did you cut my soles?" The plague was just a blood clot.
When you walk the path of the sand, the carcasses of the thorns are scattered.
"......."
Desert becomes a little more desert.
“... No. … No, my lord. I......."
Irritable.
Foxes have a sore throat.
“No! I didn't do anything wrong. ”
I ate too much sand.
You swallowed too many spines.
“…… why……."
However.
That's all I had.
"......."
Help Me.
"Someone please, save me.
There's nothing here.
Even I, have nothing.
"...... Yes......."
The only way to break thorns is to rip them out of your feet.
Would you be proud if you drank cactus and didn't hurt your feet?
No blood.
Proof of adulthood.
I find myself proficient in this desert from when.
"... No. ”
I am familiar with drinking water.
The trick is not to cut the cactus completely.
You don't have to pull out all the thorns.
One or two strands.
Three strands at a time.
Then, just peel off the missing part of the spine and drink the juice. Just a little bit. Just a little bit.
No harm.
Cactus does not die.
No sinners, no dead bodies.
“No!”
Just thirsty.
My thirst, which will never quench, grew little by little in me and eventually grew to the size of my heart.
One night I vomited.
It was not blood, but sand that was poured out by the heart.
“I hate... …."
"What I thought was the stars in the night sky.
In retrospect, dead sand.
Sunny, shiny soil.
"This desert and the night sky were only graves.
"......."
A fox who walked through the desert for thousands of years and looked up at a starlight breathed, slowly, and heavily.
“I,”
I am.
“I hate this world. ”
Your breath is poisoned.
“It's free. It's boring. No, it doesn't matter. Why? Why doesn't it mean anything? Why are you smiling? What's so funny? No, it's not enough. It's not enough, actually. Why are you here? Why are you still there? How? I'm sick and tired of this world with nothing.”
Why I have nothing.
“…… Duke. ”
[■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■.]
Come on.
[Use this skill.]
“Gong Gong, you'll make me happy, right? ”
One day.
An oasis lies at the fox's feet.
“Right?"
Desert Mirror.
The unharmed white sand is white, and wet.
Whenever a wave hits, the sand ticks, ticks, and crunches.
"......."
I did not immediately answer the fox.
Walk through the middle of the oasis, through the shallow currents.
I crossed the water with my ankle locked.
The fox's back is behind him.
"Yes."
I grabbed the fox's shoulder.
“It's okay to drink me. ”
A little, I empowered my hands.
The fox with the shoulder behind him naturally drops his head down.
Water loss.
“If you wake up today and have a sip, I'll draw you that much water while you sleep. One day, one more day. Until one day I'm going to dry up. ”
When touched, the fox shines on the mirror of clear water as if it were broken.
The face of the fox glows.
And a golden fluffy.
His eyes turned to ash.
■ Finish.
“So.”
I grabbed the fox's back, held her shoulder tight, and pinched her ear.
“Tell me your name. ”
"......."
“Let me see you. Tell me your face. Tell me your face to be seen and your name to be pronounced on me. Make your choice, then. ”
Until you want me to.
“It's okay to drink me alive. ”
Tsk.
The fox's face falls off.
Black rust flowed.
“…… I lied to you……."
The area where the rust fell became blackened.
The oasis is a little cloudy.
But the water was still so clear that the fox was able to swallow up the rust and illuminate the fox's face.
Yeah, it is.
Thank goodness.
“I brainwashed you. I shredded the memory, ripped out the voice that was coming from you, and took all the hands that were touching you. And yet, me. ”
“I told you, it's okay. ”
I stroked the fox's head.
“My daughter is the Demon King who has killed me hundreds of times. ”
I was able to stroke without one lie.
“My son is a warrior who fights whenever he gets bored. ”
I was glad to be able to, too.
“My lover stabbed me in the heart and killed me. ”
"......."
“Brainwashing? Memory manipulation? I'm sorry, but you're nothing."
I laughed.
“I don't hate someone for hurting me. ”
"......."
There was silence between us.
Soon, the fox opened his mouth.
“But people who want to play well...."
“Can we talk about that later? It's better if you don't. Oh, by the way, I need your name. ”
There was silence again.
However, the direction of silence was different.
“…… my name is……."
I kept my mouth shut to wait for an answer, and the fox bit his lips because he didn't know what to say. The young fox now has golden fur and gray eyes, and he breathes slowly.
"■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■......."
The fox's lips on the surface shifted slightly.
“Only you."
Maybe.
The pronunciation of the seven syllables that he could choose, the fox seemed troubled.
The young fox thought about the seven spaces the world gave him.
I suddenly looked down at his eyes, which were covered in gray.
"......."
The fox nods.
"Yes."
Tick, tick.
The fox's beautiful face finally melts away.
The face of the dead, the voice of the thorns, the heart of the lost sand.
“Just for you,"
The child in the desert said.
“I'm an Orgol just for you. ”
And so it was.
[Perform Orgol skills just for you.]
The desert collapses.
Like an upside-down hourglass.
The sand that had reached infinite horizons was constantly crumbling and disappearing, down, down, down.
“I'll sing for the king. ”
[Skill is active.]
“As long as it's for me, I only sing according to the notes engraved by the king. It becomes an instrument that no one can play without you. It's an instrument that can only remember one piece of music, so I'll be there. ”
Bloop.
The golden fur sank.
“So.”
“Yes."
I grabbed the fox's feet.
“From now on, you are the only constellation I serve. ”
The child who will be my god.
[Congratulations.]
[‘Orgol for You’ is your constellation.]
[You are the only follower of the 'only Orgol for you'.]
In an oasis in a desert five square feet away.
I made a contract with a gray fox.