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“The number of individuals in the Demon is absolute. But rather, if you push too much, you're at risk of losing it. That's why I'm here for you. of the elite. What I'd like to ask you to do is simple. It's called" Kill the Horses. "Tracking is by Stardim, so all you have to do is kill the horses with their tails. ”

Dermian raises his hand as soon as he finishes speaking.

“I have a question. ”

“... Sir Dermian. ”

Dermian clears his throat once and then:

“If our job is to defeat the Horsemen, do we need only 13 people to deal with all the Horsemen found here?" ”

He said it was a little difficult.

Perhaps a year ago, Dermian became the head of a group called the Destruction Magicians, so it would be a burden to waste a lot of time.

“Of course not. If the Horsemen found are within Stardim's control, Stardim will take care of them. The Stadim members, however, are few who are skilled in combat, but most of them are merely spies who are familiar with the occult. It's not enough to defeat the so-called elite horsemen. So what you're doing is executing those high-ranking horses. ”

“I see.”

Dermian nods satisfactorily.

Then, this time Knight Grey raised his hand.

“Yes, Sir Grey? ”

“Killing is said to be work, but how should we kill it? I wonder if all 13 gathered here will go and defeat the Horsemen or separate efficiently and deal with the enemy. ”

“Of course I'm going to make a pair. But the composition of Joe is not fixed, and will change as needed. If Stardim can see the pros and cons of the Demons, he will judge them by matching their ranks. If that is not the case, we will judge them with the most balanced couples.

”… I see. ”

After Dermian, Grey's question ends.

Curiosity about the killing of most people's feet sinks deep silence in the conference room, as if not to be overwhelmed by their questions.

Beorginii, who had been waiting for questions for a while, announced the end of the meeting.

“So, this is the end of the short encounter. because killing horses is not verbal. Everyone, please leave now. An officer will hand you the crystal ball when you leave. Please wait for a call to come back to that crystal port in the future. Once again, you have decided to cooperate in the judgment of the Mages. Thank you."

Crouch your head in reverence. At the end of his remarks, everyone who was sitting around the table stood up.

* * * *

“Oh! Thanksgiving! Over here!”

One clear day of the month.

Gregory lunges at Sagan, summoned to Lence's teleport.

“Oh, hello. Nice to meet you."

Shaking his hand, Saehan drew a picture of Katolina.

“That in your hand... was that another masterpiece by that great painter back then?! ”

Gregory asks with his passionate eyes.

Zahan smiled and replied.

“Yes, I brought another piece. It's very popular, so he really likes it. ”

“Oh…! ”

Gregory dares to hold the painting with his bare hands, waving his hands in front of the painting, putting them in his pocket, and pulling out his gloves.

“Ah... First of all, the Dragon Ball. Take this.”

Gregory, hand-painted with gloves, pulls out a black robe from his backpack.

Hoods hanging from robes are particularly long.

“ …? ”

As she stares at it confused, Gregory explains why.

“The robes and the appearance of the special pure white sand ball are too well known in the rental space. So there's a risk of being surrounded by the crowd.”

“Aha.”

Sahan nods lightly, tucks the robe into the backpack he was wearing and puts on the robe he gave you.

Overturned by an elongated hood, 2/3 of the face is clearly covered.

“You won't even notice it. Then let's go. ”

Gregory looks at him and says, Zahan replies lightly and climbs into the wagon Gregory has prepared.

The reason he came to the interstellar lens like this began with the crying of the 'pitchfork’ that was three days ago.

* * * *

“… Hmm? ”

After the meeting in Commas, in the chief wizard's office, he was still pondering the salary and authority of the wizards' positions, and found the bolts on the desk rattling and ringing.

“ … ”

He stares at the heel. I was guessing what Katolina was going through.

“… Ah. ”

Katolina's space is fast flowing through time. Then the growth of the White Dragon will also be rapid.

Zahan quickly put his heel in his robe pocket and headed to the Lord's Office of Serjin, right next door.

After a few light knocks, you hear Serzin's voice in the Oval Office.

“... come in. ”

He slowly opens the door and enters the office.

In the appearance of a mysterious figure, Saehan looks at him as if he is curious.

“What's going on? ”

Zahan hesitated a little and said to her,

“Ah... I think I need to vacate... Are you okay? ”

“ … ”

In his words, Ser Jinn places the nib he was holding. She sighs lightly and opens her mouth, thinking for a moment.

“.. doesn't matter. You'll be busy with many things...... and the Chief Wizard has the authority of the Knight Master. You have the right to act independently without asking the lord. ”

Even if she wanted to make love with him every night, she knew it was wrong to engage him with personal emotions, so she smiled calmly.

“But how many days... are you going to be gone? ”

“Um, about four, maybe three days? ”

“… Is that so? Whew... Well, don't worry about it. I'm fine.”

Ser Jinn replied as if it had nothing to do with his actions, but it was not a remission to be unaware of her feelings, including the sadness in her voice.

He was just standing in front of her because he was sorry.

“… really..”

So Ser Jinn rises up.

She slowly approaches Saehan, standing in front of him, and locks him in prison.

“I'm really okay. Don't think too much of me as a child. I can't see him for days. Of course it won't hurt, but I can take it. ”

In a gracious voice, she shows her bright smile to her husband.

“… Got it. ”

Sahan held her tighter.

* * * *

“... He's gotten too big. ”

Katolina said with a sad expression.

The reason she wanted to call for forgiveness was also the same reason he guessed.

A white dragon that has grown too much. If you lie down and lift your neck, it is a bit difficult to raise it in a cave by touching the ceiling.

“… Hmm..”

Zahan slowly observed the White Dragon.

Even though White Dragon has entered the adolescent stage, his eyes are still sagging gently, and he is rubbing his head with a glittering gaze.

I guess living with a dragon instinctively cooked you up.

“Well..."

Katolina, who has sad eyes, is anxious, looking at the pondering heartache.

“Phew... I think I should raise this outside. ”

“Oh, well, then we can't sleep together.”

Katolina lets out a sluggish voice as the grass dies badly, whether what she fears has happened.

Her poor, pitiful face lets out a sigh.

“... but we still have to raise him outside. As you get bigger, you naturally get more active. If you don't do it right, this whole place is falling apart. Is that okay?”

“ … ”

His words, as if he was accusing a child, lowered his head in silence.

At this rate, I think that little head will touch the ground. Forgiveness scratches her head and spits out a word.

“Then I'll just set you up upstairs where you can sleep. Are you okay with that?”

“… Yes. ”

Then Katolina looks a little brighter. He started his work smiling as if he had no choice.

And she built a giant nest on the ground for about half a day, telling Katolina that the reverberations and exhibitions she drew were open.

She was delighted and asked you to bring some more of the paintings she thought were good.

“I want you to see this, too. And the exhibition... I want to go there...”

Her two words, which she said so shyly, were the reason why she is now in the rental.

Saehan decided to show her the exhibition in exchange for learning a class A + lightning spell equivalent to the magical 'Heavenly Punishment’, suitable for dealing with the Horsemen in her cave.

But Katolina couldn't bring it, and she only shared her vision with the finest crystal ball made of dragons' mana.

*

“Oh, I'm sure. The color and texture that no painter can follow... and the delicacy of brushing. The story of the writer" The Rainy Miss "is absolutely right. But I have more advanced skills and emotions than I did then... I wonder how I could have created such a painting. ”

Inside the largest art gallery in the rental space.

The appraiser, who was feeling the painting, glanced at him with a heartfelt gaze.

Not only the appraiser, but also the artists who came to be appraised as an appraiser are all looking at him clearly.

At first, it was because of the reputation of the poet, but the emotion contained in it was a slightly different kind.

It was only then that Sahan realized what Serjin meant when he said, 'Most nobles mistook the paintings for his paintings.'

“… Hehe. Is this author still anonymous? ”

“.. Yes, it is. Oh, Mr. Gregory. I heard this writer's exhibition is open, so hang out there too. ”

He answered roughly, and hung the crystal ball on the necklace and asked Gregory.

The appraiser continued to pout, but he did not know that it might be an excuse to ask the nobleman carelessly.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Yes, Master Sahan. Would you like to go there? It's one of the most famous galleries in Lence, and it's quite amazing to see only five paintings hanging in that vast space. ”

Gregory asked.

He replied without hesitation.

“Of course.”

* * * *

There were really only five paintings in the big exhibition hall that were made of pure white. It was all Katolina, of course.

“… Hmm. ”

Zahan deliberately touched the necklace and looked around the exhibition hall.

Whether it was because the entrance fee was two gold pieces, most of the noblewomen in the exhibition hall had luxurious clothes and luxurious accessories, but there were occasionally some extravagant artists who appeared to have robbed the entire property.

Saehan looked at those who were appreciating the painting and thought he should let the artists in for free.

So he's walking around the gallery thinking things over.

He finds a woman wearing a black robe just like himself.

Standing in front of the ‘Rainy Miss', which renewed the best auction price, staring blankly at it.

Sahan once shined her back head with a crystal sphere, and he began to watch the painting.

I felt some resourceful attraction, as if Katolina had a magical effect on the painting.

I miss the memories associated with the rain without even knowing it.

Rain, Earth, the rainy season.

“.. sniff. ”

“ …? ”

As he watches the painting, he hears the woman next to him swallowing tears and snot.

Looking back at him, I'm shrugging my elongated shoulders, wrapped around my face and feeling overwhelmed.

Sahan smiles and stands side by side, slightly looking at her face.

“… What? ”

The moment I looked at her. He had to open his eyes and mouth wide and scream in unison, even if he had seen a ghost.

In the chaos of his eyes, the woman who had just shed tears slightly frowns and turns her head.

Sharp eyes, with tears in their eyes, turn to the dark side.

“… Well… ugh. ”

As soon as I saw her face, she also cried out in unison.

"..."

Sahan swallows his saliva and looks at her.

A beautiful woman with black hair and black skin with experience in the past.

But she has bright green eyes that are different from the bloodshot eyes at the time.

“ … ”

“ … ”

The two of them, Sahan and Pocalor, looked at each other.

They were so confused that they found each other that the accident seemed to have stopped for a moment.

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I don't know if tomorrow will be possible or not.

I took a vacation, but I've been having a lot of weird things lately, so I don't have much time.

I've been chasing around time, and I can't write very well, and it just feels weird... I'm so sorry!

If tomorrow is not possible, I will write a notice, recharge and come back later.