Start A New Game

There was a peculiar silence in front of the beautiful exhibition.

The two confused men and women were facing each other and did not say anything.

One minute, five minutes, ten minutes. Only the number and appearance of the people coming in front of the plot varies, and so time went on.

In the meantime, the eyes of both people remained the same.

If anyone in this exhibition sees it, they are just staring at each other so much that they think they met a poor old lover, and there is no rhythm.

“… why are you here..? ”

A single word between her tightly closed lips barely popped out.

One of the artists behind them said, "Get out of my way! ’I would not have known when it would come out of his mouth.

“ …… ”

But he just swallows his saliva, his eyes wide open, and Pocalor says nothing.

The embarrassment of the reunion that was unexpected and thought there would be no more seemed to have eroded the brain.

“Hey!"

“Oh, I'm sorry. ”

The polite artist's complaint erupted behind his back again, and Sahan withdrew from the position of Buriah.

But why he took Pocalor by the wrist and withdrew with her was unknown to him.

*

“.. ”

The two of them left the exhibition hall in a dazzling way.

When he wakes up, Pocalor springs his grip on his wrist and looks at him firmly.

But his lips are still spreading, and he doesn't say anything.

“... Why are you here? ”

Zahan asked again.

“… I don't know. ”

The voice that flowed between her crimson lips was unexpected.

“What?"

“... I don't know. I just woke up, and I was looking at the painting here. Like I'm possessed by something. ”

“No…"

Pocalor can't even look at him, even if he thinks it's a shameful excuse.

It was when Samhan, who lost his sense of humor, opened his mouth halfway to say Moore.

Somewhere, an intuition that someone was‘ observing ’this side touched his brain.

The view is right in front of the gallery, on the rooftop of a cathedral museum.

“ … ”

As his expression became more severe, he stopped the functioning of the crystal sphere connected with the cartolina.

Then, he looks at Pocalor scratching at the wall of the exhibition hall as if he had not been able to see the exhibition hall with his magic.

“Hey. What did you do to get here? ”

And if his hunch was right, Pocalor immediately trembled.

“… Huh? W-what do you mean? I just came in peace...”

“Don't lie to me. Tell me the truth. ”

“ … ”

She chews her lips as if she had no choice, and continues slowly, hesitating.

“... Enchantment... But... it was too expensive... I couldn't help it. ”

As soon as I heard her say it, my head tingles. He sighed heavily and pressed his temples.

As long as we know the characteristics of the Horsemen hiding in the baskets of Humans, there are spies, including Stadim, in the metropolitan area.

But in such a situation, in the continental ambulance city of Lence, using enchantment in front of the most heavily guarded exhibition hall...

“... there was only one gold. ”

But she doesn't know the seriousness of her thoughts, she just squeals at her fingers and adds excuses.

“Phew...”

He sighed deeply.

What do we do with her?

Of course, it is evident that the Demons, who are also part of the core power axis, have the advantage of killing the Demon King in the future as soon as they see it.

“... No... Why do you keep looking at me like that? Admission is too expensive. I wouldn't have paid to see it if I'd let it go cheap in the first place. Oh, and you're the root cause. I spent all my money because of you... Ugh, mmm. Forget about that. ”

But Pocalor, who uses swarms of living creatures in such absurd logic here, is a special evil.

First of all, her ability to awaken, 'one’ of her unique abilities, 'Eighty Regrets’, is the equivalent of the miracle of resurrecting a dead ally in battle.

Moreover, this‘ friendly ’category includes the‘ Demon King ’when she is on the side of the Horsemen.

Of course, because it is the ability to reverse the world's principles, there are many parts of her that need to be sacrificed depending on the resurrecting target, yet it does not change the enormous tactical value of being able to turn the tide in an instant.

Such a Pokalore must be put to death if it stands for the Horsemen, but most players did not. As my sister said, she is‘ persuasive ’unlike other Horsemen.

They are the ‘very difficult' players who persuaded Pocalor with all their efforts because they were able to easily play in the war against the Demon King.

What if this world is not a "game", but a "reality"? Perhaps the value of it is not to be said.

“… you…”

“Lord Sahhan! When did you get out... Hmm? ”

Then Gregory comes out of the starry exhibition hall and calls for forgiveness.

He looks closely at the woman next to Saehan, then turns his head once.

“Hmm... Who's next to you?”

With an unusual artistic look in his eyes that seemed to pierce Gregory's sudden appearance, Pocalor began to tremble with restlessness.

It is a strange and violent panic. Saehan looked at her with sad eyes and decided to surround her appropriately.

“N-not even my f-friend. I just know him. I don't know him very well, but I bumped into him once, because he's a painter, too, right? ”

He taps Pocalor on the shoulder and says,

Only then did she wake up, nodding her head with unfocused eyes.

“…… I see. There must be a lot of artists around here. I wonder what your name is... I'd love to see your work sometime in the future. ”

“… Oh yeah? Oh, that was later... I think he's very sick... Haha. ”

Sahan, who naturally shoved her mouth tail, confirmed that the gaze of surveillance had disappeared.

We don't know if he looked at his face and retreated, or if he just considered him an immature wizard, but at least the latter is more likely.

Even a 10 perceived self doesn't feel like a ‘Maggie’ glamour from Pocalor right now.

“... and I'll be going now. ”

Zahan greets Gregory and grabs PocaIor's wrist without even knowing it.

“Yeah, sure. If I get a chance later, I'd like to see it again. ”

Gregory smiles meaningfully and walks away.

“… Ah, Gregory. Just in case... it's not an affair. ”

In case he wanted to think so, he asked for forgiveness once.

“Of course I know that. And of course, even if that's true, they know that. Hahaha...”

“ … ”

Zahan sends Gregory with a bitter smile and heads off with Pocalor.

* * *

“… Are you aware of the situation you're in? ’

The compassion that came with Pocalor to Lence's lodging business was pathetic, I told her.

“... I know better than you. That's why you hid your body. Then why are you worried about it? I'm so ridiculous...”

“Not to mention hiding your body, but knowing the situation, do you use magic in the middle of the city? ”

“.. I told you. I had no choice. I just came to see that painting I saw in the paper, and I didn't have any money, so I just wanted to go back. But I couldn't help it. The painting that looked like it was between the paintings, it pulled me away. That painting wanted me to see you, too. ”

One or more of her screws are out of whack, and Sadhan tries to shoot her.

“No, but why are you worried? I think that's even weirder. ”

“ … ”

But Pocalor was so right that he scratched his back neck.

What's the excuse for this ironic situation of worrying about the Demon himself, Pocalor?

I'm just trying to convince you to take the human side! I can't declare it.

“ … ”

“.. I'm leaving. You're the one who's worried about you. As long as I didn't kill you then, what guarantee do I have that I will now? I don't have one.”

Pocalor coldly utters a word and disappears.

No, I tried to disappear.

“…… hey. ”

I postponed my departure for a while, then blurted the words out to Sa Han, who was tangling her head with complexity.

“.. why. ”

“…… that artist's painting. Did you come up with the next one?”

“ … ”

“.. don't you know? The newspaper said you recommended it.”

Zahan smiled and said what she wanted to say.

“Uh, today. You're going to be in that gallery today. This piece... I admired the sentiments, and the critics fainted as soon as I saw them. I was surprised, too. ”

In fact, "Oh Lord! ’Pocalor clenched his fist as if he could not bear it, even with the words of the critic who fainted.

“Then you could have seen it if you hadn't dragged it out of there!! ”

I scream as if it's unfair and crazy.

“... I'm sure you will. I'd keep the gallery door shut and put on a show. The exhibition starts next week. ”

“... Really?

The shrunken Pokalore scratches his cheeks, avoiding the gaze of forgiveness.

“Whatever. I'm really leaving. I won't see you next time, so be prepared. ”

In the vicinity of her body where she says that, Margie is completely devoid of ‘Margie’.

“Want me to show you?”

“… What? ”

But in his words, Magi is scattered.

She stops everything and turns her head slightly to look away.

“You know, I'm famous on the floor. And this is the painting I brought back from the beginning... so if I tell you, you'll be able to get in. ”

He gestures, saying arrogantly.

“ … ”

Pocalor opened his eyes like he was going crazy because it was so awkward.

“… for free? ”

“Of course.”

“ … ”

After spending all her money to pay for hiring a horseman specialized in secret, she was forced to return to her seat in the room after falling into the temptation of the Forgiveness.

“Instead, let's go as often as possible at night, when people are scarce. ”

Without saying anything, Pocalor slams his miserable face on his desk.

How important it was to her, she could still see as a ‘hint of persuasion’ that day.

* * *

“ … ”

I'm on my wagon heading somewhere right now. A suffocating awkward atmosphere made her throat sorrowful.

“ … ”

He glances up at the blue knight, 'Grey’, leaning out the window against the window frame of the wagon, right in front of him.

I've been accompanying you for an hour, and it's nice to meet you. ’It's a situation where I don't say a word.

When you say something, it's always "yes," "no," or "no."

“Phew.”

Zahan sighs, eagerly hoping for one more companion to arrive soon.

When more than 30 minutes had passed, the awkwardness of squeezing became nothing by the pouring sleep.

Just around that time, a new companion appears.

“Town...”

Forgiveness awakened by the wagon's loud cry of wanting to stop the wagon for her companion, searching through the mouth full of saliva and trying to wake up.

The carriage door opens, and Grey's short 'one more’ protagonist slowly enters the carriage.

She straightens her sleepy eyes and hands it to her companion.

“ … ”

The companion stares at his hand dazed, then smiles brightly and grabs it.

“... has it been a long time? Sahan.”