1.
“So, what do you want to do? ”
I scrunched my sword. The crocodile gentleman, who was crying out loud, looked at the tip of my knife and said, "Hic!” I swallowed screams.
“Well, what do you mean? What do you mean?”
“Whatever it is, we bid. They won the auction, so whether they're killed or fed, we need to find out who deserves to be the constellation of humanity. That's it. You came to me because you didn't want to lose your faith. ”
"......."
“Duels? One-on-One? A fair fight? ”
The Crocodile Gentleman looked at my knife. Gulp. A gigantic crocodile's neck twitches with scalloped skin.
"Cole?"
“Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute! I'm not here to fight you one-on-one. I'm a gentleman after all. ”
“Ha? Then why are you here? ”
“Even if you surrender when you surrender, shouldn't we talk about this?" I mean, who knows what they're gonna have to do next, poke or cook? ”
I lowered one eyebrow.
“Hmm.”
“I'm guessing you didn't realize you broke through 50 stories of matter so quickly. Huh? There's another connection between the constellations upstairs. It's just different in shape. It's like a place where people live. Something like that! I thought the [ox harvesting ruins] worked with the Eye in the Labyrinth to attack you! ”
The crocodile gentleman wipes his elongated head with a handkerchief from the front pocket of his suit. The crocodile won't sweat.
“In short, you're afraid to fight me, right? ”
“That's not it…. Yeah, fuck it. I'm scared! I'm scared! All right! Where did he come from all of a sudden? ”
Why are you yelling at me?
“Speak if you can. Marlow, huh? Do you have any idea what kind of power you've consumed? Eat like that. Young man. Mutia's regression, the information of Hashemit Creetz, and, what is it, the unknown constellations.... ”
“I don't think eating one of you already pretends to be more than you already are. ”
“Of course it's fucking true.... ”
The crocodile shed tears.
An honest gentleman.
“Ha, but when I look at you, you're so young and transparent. At least he's trying to be transparent. You, then, shouldn't we start by talking? ”
It was the moment I took a deep thought.
[The Eye in the Labyrinth speaks carefully to you.]
I looked down at my wrist.
There was a stone-dried silk snake, like a watch.
“Cuckoo."
The real snake raised its tiny head and was terrified that I might hit him. It was quite adorable, despite the fact that it was such an evil specimen that it exhibited a myriad of human beings as puppets of the Idiots.
[The Eye in the Labyrinth] Maybe I shouldn't interfere.]
Why? What?
[Everything that the crocodile gentleman has said so far, without exception, is a lie, and the Eye in the Labyrinth, sneaks up on you.]
"......."
I turned my gaze slowly.
In front of me, the crocodile was still scrubbing unsweetened leather with a handkerchief.
My eyes and the eyes of the snake looked at him side by side.
[The Eye at the Labyrinth shall be judged.]]
“Of course, I don't expect us to understand each other through conversation from the start. Conversation, communication, is not just about talking. It's kind of a great achievement. Isn't it?”
[It's a lie.]
“Perhaps the essence of conversation is to share time with each other. Time. Giving each other time. Thirty minutes of conversation means nothing to a man who's already lived 30 years without his opponent. But what about after a year? ”
[It's a lie.]
“A year after the beginning of the conversation, a year after the conversation, 10 years after the conversation, 20 years after, the two of you have overlapped 20 years. Then there's a new life that will be compared to the last 30 years! ”
[It's a lie.]
“I don't think I can gain your trust from the meadow. But... I want to be a constellation that you can take your time to get to know slowly. How's it going, Four Kings? ”
The crocodile blinks.
“Will you give me a chance to talk to you? ”
And the snake blinked as well.
[It's a lie.]
I smiled slowly.
‘That's funny.'
I gently stroked the anxious head of the snake with my index finger. The real snake cried as if it were going to fade to the ground soon.
‘You just lied to me. Even the question [Would you give me a chance to talk to you] was mixed up.... Nothing to think about. I thought the word "conversation" was a lie. ’
[Yes.]
"I'm not asking you to talk to me, I'm asking you to give me a chance. Innocent. ’
[I will.]
Are they literally crocodile tears?
I smiled at the Crocodile Gentleman.
“Very well.”
You can see the crocodile gentleman's eyes gleaming.
“Please make arrangements. A place for conversation.”
2.
It turned out that "conversation" was not a one-on-one conversation, as Crocodile Gentleman said.
It was a constellation that was threatened by power by me, a constellation overlapped with the territory I would rule, and a constellation that is now at the foot of fire.
[‘The Red Sommelier’ won the 67th floor manager privilege.]
[‘Twins of the Eternal Circuit’ have won 68th floor administrator privileges.]
[‘The Man with the Dry Hand Mark’ won the 69th floor manager privilege.]
I sat at a table with several constellations waiting for me.
It wasn't a longer table, it was an overly long table.
The table was unfolded side-by-side until it converged to a loss point. The space that was set up as a place for the conversation was also long along the table. We could sit face to face with each other, but only that, to get to the other side, we would have to use our bodies, not our words.
“Have a seat! Four Kings. Welcome! ”
The Crocodile Gentleman welcomed me.
“We all want to talk to you. Everyone looked so strange, but I led the meeting. Haha. People usually hide their faces, big or small. ”
[It's a lie.]
I already know.
I looked around the side of the alligator gentleman's introduction without losing a smile.
“It is an honor to introduce you to the twins of Eternal Affairs." It's a very rare twin constellation among constellations. ”
The twins sitting across the table clasped their heads at the same time, at exactly the same moment, at the same angle.
“Nice to meet you." “Welcome back. ”
Even the opening time of the mouth overlapped.
One person had a high tone and the other person was low, but the harmony occurred even though they only spoke normally, because they were in strange harmony with each other. The twins clasp their fingers together with their expressionless faces.
“Isn't that unusual?"
The Crocodile Gentleman gives a hollow laugh.
“Two is not each a constellation, but two together. Maybe it's just one person, but it looks like it's separated into two on the outside. Who knows? Now..."
“I am the nobleman of dry hands." Kid. ”
The constellation in fancy clothes said.
The constellation looked at me with hateful eyes.
His eyebrows crumpled, his brow distorted, and his mouth twisted strangely.
“I want nothing from you. ”
Maybe you don't hate me in particular.
The expression was just toward a large number of unspecified people. The anger must have solidified at some point, and the hide would have been flayed.
Rather than hating someone, he hated something, and the question was, what was it? It was his life.
“Only one thing. ”
The nobleman stares at me.
“I just want you to understand my situation. ”
“Hey! Hey! We'll talk about that later! ”
The crocodile claps his hands in haste. His arms were short, so he clapped his hands.
“First of all, in honor of the success of this meeting! Drink up!”
Clap your hands together and snap! The door of the conference hall was opened. From there, a line of butlers dressed in sweet-smelling clothing marches out.
The butlers were holding a bottle that looked like a bottle of wine.
“Very precious wine. ”
The crocodile has tasted better.
“You know, it's a tricky drink, like the nickname [Red Sommelier]. Forging human emotions into alcohol. This is my blessed power. ”
The deacons looked perfect, but there was one place it was empty.
It was my heart.
It reminded me of Swiss cheese from a famous cartoon rat. The deacons have a hole in the middle of their chest.
“The more eager you are. The more life forms, the fresher the aroma and the heavier the flavor. ”
There was no blood or viscera in the butlers' perforated positions. It really came clean like a cartoon. One of the butlers approached me and tilted the bottle.
“I've always wandered around in search of human emotions, so-called heartaches. So you can call it the sincere constellation. What do you say, Four Kings? ”
Bloop.
My glass was filled with red liquid.
“There's a similar side to you, isn't there? ”
"......."
“Cheers!"
The Crocodile Gentleman snatches his jaw. With his short arms, I couldn't hold a glass and drink myself. The gentleman simply opens his mouth, and the butler pours the wine instead with his open mouth.
Heave-ho.
The collar echoes beyond the thick crocodile hide. Hiccup. A red wine leaked from between his teeth and drenched the gentleman's neck and shirt.
“Delicious!”
That one word isn't a lie, it's the truth.
“Hmph. Smells like shit. ”
[Nobleman] tilts the glass gracefully with a crumpled expression.
"......." "......."
The twins neither drink nor drink with the butler. They drank and then drank through each other's lips. With my hands clasped.
Not a drop of red wine spilled. The time to swallow alcohol was the same as the time to swallow it.
Maybe the twins are even breathing out the same rhythm? The twins weren't drinking, they were just trying not to miss each other.
"......." "......."
Not only now, but in every way. Everything that was passing by them was just a white background, and what they always proved, the fact that they wanted to prove, they just didn't miss each other.
I mean...
“Indeed.”
I put down the glass.
The red water level in the glass hasn't lowered a bit.
Slow, I looked at the constellations sitting over the table.
“Obviously, you guys are like me. ”
A crocodile gentleman in a suit.
[The reddest sommelier].
A person who takes another person's heart and gets emotional.
“I understand that as soon as my position as a constellation is made public, you will be in trouble. ”
A nobleman dressed in splendor.
[Man with Dry Hand Marks].
A man who uses hatred as his blood and his anger as his bones.
“So I'm glad. ”
Two with fingers.
[The twin of eternal servants].
Who needs nothing more than your approval.
“I'm glad I brought you down, not just anyone else."
"......."
The constellations have stopped moving.
[Nobleman] puts his mouth to the glass and stares quietly at this side. The twins stare at me side-by-side, their eyes turning as if their lips were overlapped.
“Hmm.”
The crocodile gentleman slowly shuts his mouth. Then I wiped the wine flowing between the teeth with a handkerchief. He had a handkerchief to wipe someone else's blood, not his sweat, not his own body temperature.
“Why?”
The crocodile looks at me with cracked eyes.
“We don't need to talk if they're going to fight us in the first place. There's no reason to be invited to where we are, to come in like this, and take on the three constellations at once. ”
Deacons have moved away from the table.
Exactly away from my seat.
They pull out their swords from their arms and begin to surround me.
“Why are you showing us your teeth here at this time? ”
“It's not like we're here to talk anyway. ”
I put a splash of wine in the glass. The red embroidery is underneath the upper echelon. However, the alcohol doesn't just roll over the table and overturn the crocodile's head.
Gaaaah!
Alcohol spills out from the walls of the unseen. between where I sit and where they sit. On the table, there was the veil of a seedling.
“I was going to fight you from the start. The [Ancient Staff] has accepted the bid since he wants to fight. If we want to fight, we lure three people here to fight. ”
"Hmm."
The crocodile gentleman blinks.
“I'm afraid not. This is just a device I built in case of one..." Your Highness, you are mistaken. "
[It's a lie.]
There was no need to tell me.
“But if that's what you think, then I'm even more curious. Why did you come here with my invitation, even though you knew it was a lure and a trap? ”
“To see.”
I shrug.
“What he could have done, what he could have done. Above all, what you look like. I don't know what I'd say if I told you. I wanted to relax for a while. ”
“So, you saw. Emotions?”
I grabbed the sword.
“There's a reason why swords treat constellations like food. ”
“Bring them all together. ”
The crocodile gentleman's eyes hardened.
“You underestimate us. ”
The eyes of a cat ripped fracture locked me away.
“Mutia was only allied with Heshmith Creetz, not two at the same time. You're doing this because you don't know what it means to handle three constellations at once. You'll pay for that. ”
“Unfortunately.”
I grabbed the knife sack.
“That will soon be a lie. ”
The constellations rush towards me, united.