The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

Early in the morning, my eyes opened as the sun was tickling my face. It was true that it was the beginning of a rather warm and cozy day, although I did not come up with such a ridiculous slang as "refreshing morning instead of waking up in the sun."

Anyone would. If you can see the face of snowflake right after you open your eyes.

She falls asleep buried in my arms, her arms around her neck in case I run off to somewhere.

I wanted to take my arm out quietly, but I couldn't because it was so pathetic.

Last night, kite and I talked a lot. I told her that I was actually a dimensional traveler and that I was still traveling, and she told me about her childhood complaint. To put it bluntly, there were many stories.

I ate bread for the first time when I was a few years old, and I was so happy that I was sad when I was starving in the cold on the day of the snow. However, while talking such a small story, Seolmyeon was happy.

Basically, Seolmyeon was very lonely. In fact, it's probably even more so because you say so yourself. So, I couldn't get up after putting her to sleep. I heard about it last night, but it wasn't cold enough to ignore.

I could not help but lie down and look at Jung Yeon's face.

It wasn't a boring time. She showed me another charm every second that the atmosphere changed with the movement of the sunlight, but it was truly a face of fabric.

Good morning. >

‘Oh, yeah. Sorry, I was busy yesterday. ’

< Yes, I think so. >

Somehow there's a day in the client's voice. Is it because you don't listen to your clients? I'm a little sorry.

< Would you like to proceed with the quest? >

Are you in such a hurry? ’

< As time goes on, the chances of hunting the protagonist of the world are dropping exponentially. Looks like something big happened. >

According to her, there seems to be something going on in the world view of the black-haired saint. But I still don't know what it does.

Other than the fact that it's a romantic fantasy genre.

The Romance Fantasy Genre had never been there, and had hoped that nothing would go on in the future. I haven't been completely frustrated with that, and the basic difficulty itself will be quite high.

Yeah, we're gonna have to make a lot of preparations.

But...

I looked down slowly. I still wasn't even thinking about waking up after falling asleep, but I couldn't wake up.

Just a little, until she wakes up.

‘Let's take a break for a while. ’

*

“Brief me. ”

The Romance of the Black-haired Holy Lady

# Romance Fantasy # Book possession # Reverse Harem

# Innocent Yeouido # But Evil Yeouido

# Gangnam Ju, the most reckless # Jeongnam-ju, the obsessed

# Pupil Mado Nam-ju # Pope Daejeong Nam-ju

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Synopsis

I was reincarnated into the world of the evil girl who used to read my favorite novel, "The Devil Who Returns Time."

A saint who is forsaken, abandoned, selfish, and ultimately doomed to death by loving his sons and daughters!

Oh, my God, I can't go back to being alive.

I'll live a normal life without being seen by the Namju!

“Bianca, you have more beautiful eyes today. ”

“Where are you going? Why do you keep avoiding me? ”

“I found it. Take it.”

“Are you having a hard time? Tell me everything. ”

Then why do these guys keep obsessing over me?!

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I sighed deeply as I was being briefed by my client on my way back to the guild arena. It's a dead end. To be honest, I haven't read the Romance Fantasy Genre. But you didn't have anything too complicated to tie it to "hunting."

I must have "probability" in order to hunt down the main character, which means I don't know the probability of killing a woman of the Lapan genre.

“· · · If we go and do some research, we'll figure something out? ”

Wouldn't that be? >

A quest that has been making me nervous since the beginning. I forgot the ammo and explosives enchanted in my inventory and the new gun ‘Winchester 777’ I got from the previous world.

Earrings with pink jewelry were gifted to Snow Dollars, and gold jewelry necklaces were handed out to Taylor and large pearl earrings to the people around me, respectively, but there were still a few left. You store it in the jewelry chest and take a big breath.

I've done roughly what I need to do here. I buffered Yekaterina's regularity to 100%, and the guild didn't need my permission right away.

“Let's go.”

Travel to the Altar Empire, the world of Bianca, the protagonist of level 99 (+165 +171 +158 +161).]

[10 · · 9 · · · 8 · · ·.]

With the feeling of being sucked into something, the world turned upside down.

[2 · · · 1 · · 0]

[Movement completed.]

[You became the guardian knight of the Princess Sahar Serenity.]]

Cough, cough!!

Arrived at an old mansion. A house torn, scattered and ruined to the point that a ghost might come out of it. Traces of the glory of the past, ancient portraits hung on the walls, but they were not heavily maintained or dusty.

At the end, there was a portrait of a woman with purple eyes smiling faintly at her long, silver hair.

[Lady Kader of Time and Season]

“Here · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Duck, the floor creaks as you step off.

Shoot!

* Cough *

Storms and thunderstorms roar outside, and the sound of the windows rattling is creepy.

“What the hell. Where's the protagonist? ”

· · You should move to the closest place to the main character. · · I couldn't. >

“Why?”

< We decided that coming this way would increase our chances of hunting the protagonist. >

As soon as her words fall, you hear a faint sound. Carefully taking a step there, the woman across the wide open (or open and not closed) door looked out the window with her long, silver hair on the floor, her knees tucked.

Krrrrr!!

Thunder struck, and her side reflected brightly. Did she hear my footsteps? She slowly turned her head to look at me.

[Evil actor, actress Sahar Serenity]

“Huh · · ·? ”

A clear phrase floating over her head confounded me. Clearly, it says "musical characters," and the "heroine" on the back is · · · · · ·.

Is it because this is a genre of books? ’

Which means she's not for me to hunt. The word "protagonist" in the book will eventually be a fake protagonist, and the person who possessed the book will say "real protagonist."

“· · Are you my patron? ”

Dark circles set in dark, with bright, sparkly eyes in between. It was breathtakingly beautiful, but the appearance did not give me much of an impression. It's just that those eyes, they're losing their light like they're already dead. · · · Something made me uncomfortable.

“Why is there no answer? Say your name."

First, we decided to stay true to their role.

“Yes, it's a story about a story. Thank you very much, Princess. ”

“Haha! Yeah, I'm looking forward to it this time. ”

She added, smiling spontaneously.

“Working under a crazy bitch will make you realize it's harder than you think. A fine knight.”

Shoot!

There was still rain pouring out the window.

*

Araceli Rhineknife is a dimensional nomad. It can penetrate between dimensions, but finding the destination you want is almost impossible.

However, it is now possible. Setting the desired location is still impossible, but it is possible to find at least one person you want.

As soon as Araceli realized that the professor had moved again, she immediately prepared.

You've got enough magic! ’

I've been trying to get the magic for dimensional travel by refraining from using it for as many months as possible.

“Slurp · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Phew...!!

The wind blows, and her hair splits everywhere. The gaps in time and space gradually split and a new ‘road’ was created that was invisible to the public. Soon, Araceli reaches out to the path and twists, and finally a 'door’ is created.

Maybe it's better to say it's a torn newspaper, a piece of broken mug, or a cracked cookie. It means it's just as incomplete.

By the way, how big a risk do you take to jump in there?

Blah, blah!!

With the shock that the world, not all space and time, seemed to crumble, everything Araceli had vanished. Only one of your silver bullets remains.

"Ugh! Ugh! ’

It was like jumping across a bridge made of galaxies. The important thing is, starlight is not as friendly to humans as I thought. Every step I took in all that space, my skin was torn open, and the pain that pierced my feet permeated my body.

It was not just him who disturbed her.

Fragment of time! ’

Distorted time reaches out to her. It's like gravity pulling everything together.

Fragments of time continue to snatch time away from her like a hook. Her age, which was originally an adult, began to grow again.

If all time is taken from this place, its very existence will cease to exist.

But fortunately, before that, the 'exit’ was clear to Araceli.

‘Ahhhh! ’

She jumped with all her might.

Swoowoowook!

Soon, light struck the world.

“· · · · · · Cough! ”

Cheolphuduk!

I hit my head on white marble and lay on the ground.

It's always like this. The process of hitting the head anywhere without controlling the speed of inter-dimensional movement is so natural that I devised a magic to protect my head. Fortunately, this time, it was less solid (?) I'm guessing it's marble.

“Ugh, ugh. ”

After holding his head in, Araceli slowly got up, realizing that dozens of pairs of eyes were looking at her.

“Huh · · ·? ”

Dozens of women dressed in white and blue congregation. When the congregation saw Araceli, they acted strangely, and hurried toward her and put a white robe on her body that had nothing on.

“Where the hell did you come from? ”

“How's your head? ”

“Oh my. Where did the trading come from · ·? ”

Araceli quickly checked her age as she wrapped around her clothes. Roughly 17 to 18. Fortunately, it wasn't very difficult.

What about you? Head · · · ·. ’

She senses that the time gap is warped. Apparently, he fell in a slightly different time zone than the professor.

‘Is this · · · · Temple? ’

A white pillar stands on a flat ceiling with a densely engraved circular symbol on the floor. Araceli was now able to guess roughly what culture she had here and even what life she was living in.

Soon after, her eyes turned to the place where the mystical statue of the goddess was erected, and there was something written in two languages. Normally, she wouldn't be able to read it, but she's a wizard of nine circles and a traveler of many dimensions.

[Araceli uses the skill ‘Language Barrier (SS)’.]

Focus for a moment, and it quickly became an interpretation.

Kader, goddess of time and season? ’

Something, anxious and suspicious. Two words reminiscent of "time" in the goddess' modifier. As she stares at the dazed statue, someone walks in from the front of the temple.

“The Holy Spirit is here! ”

She appeared with ten attendants, a beautiful woman with black hair and black eyes. She walks over here with a pure, uncovered smile, and finds Araceli fallen.

Then, the synagogues muttered in silence.

"Tsk." ’

‘I got lucky and became a saint. · · · ’

"Bona Temps will tell you to throw this kid out, too. ’

However, when I looked hard at the young synagogues, the oldest of the synagogues, their palace shriveled.

“Holy lady, I'm sorry. Suddenly, this kid shows up. I'll get you out of here in a minute. ”

It would be better to hurry and deal with the filthy saint's eyes.

But...

A mutation occurred.

Suddenly, the saint smiles graciously?

“No, it's okay. If you're a kid from the temple, you can take it as much as you want. ”

“Yes? Is this it? ”

“Of course. I think he's lost his way. May I take a look?" ”

“Ah. Yes · · · ·. ”

Then, suddenly. Araceli realized something was wrong with this situation.

‘Oh, she has changed her personality. ’

You've suddenly become nice. ’

‘I suddenly look different · · ·. ’

I didn't do anything, but suddenly the image of the saint turned upside down. After watching all the crazy sights, Araceli looks absurd, but the saint approaches her slowly and looks at her face.

"Hmmm, is this child in the original? Well, it doesn't matter. ’

Then he smiles and reaches out his hand.

“Hello. I'm Bianca." ”

At that moment, Araceli grimaced as an unpleasant sensation seeped into her head.

[The protagonist Bianca is using the Passive Skill ‘SSS'.]

"Ugh, what is this? ’

Such an unknown sensation, like trying to force your mind into it. It was like the world had only granted her a special heart magnet.

[Araceli resists using skill ‘Grand Eye (SSS)’.]

It was of no use to the Great Wizard.

When Bianca frowned and felt something strange, Araceli grabbed her hand! I shook it up and down as hard as I could.

“My name is Araceli. Good luck!"

The End