The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

In Seattle, USA, there was a superhuman university hospital.

Literally as a hospital in case superpowers and hunters were injured, there were not usually that many patients, but the facility was always at its best, as the body structure was a university hospital for unusual superhumans.

Even Seattle's superhuman university hospital boasted recognizable medical staff and facilities throughout the world, and there was a sad story behind the fact that any superhuman could survive just by entering the hospital, but few patients were left because of the overpriced cost of the hospital.

Anne was a nurse at Seattle's New Year's Hospital.

As an elite, she was rarely nervous when she told me that a messy S-rank Hunter was visiting, but today she had to be particularly nervous.

It is because I have decided to be the best superhuman who has become the most recent issue, and in charge of Chinese New Year and Chinese Lunar New Year. · · · Speaking of this, there were actually ten more nurses besides Anne, who were always with her doctor and Moorish congressman, but she was still trembling.

“Is this the ‘plague' or something? ”

“Yes · · ·. I don't really know. ”

“Don't you know this? You know, the one that comes out all the time when you look at unstable novels. Summoners from Shaolin Company! I think it's similar to that. I can't believe I'm actually seeing this. ”

“Don't touch it. It's made from Shaolin to eat swordfish. ”

It's not a fake circumcision. It was not a fake Shaolin in China, but a hymn made by a real Shaolin who had been to Moorish. A precious item for Lunar New Year only.

Within a few minutes, Anne took a deep breath, dragged the medicated cart, including the plaque, and headed to the upper level room of the mucous ulcer. The rumored 'Muslims’ who are waiting near the hospital room come into view.

Someone was wearing a black robe, someone was wearing a modern suit, and someone was making out. They all had the same look of muscle tone, and when they approached something, they glanced at it with scary eyes, but some nurse said she could almost be bored after making the wrong eye contact.

Of course, even Muslims were not fools, so they do not live with doctors and nurses who want to treat Muslim blindness. Rather, Anne knew that she was kind. They're just... Yeah, it just looks nasty.

“Oh, nurse girl. You brought the Band-Aid properly. ”

“Sorry to barge in on you, but is there any soup anywhere around here? You don't have one? How come there aren't so many in America? ”

The Muslims were very kind to the nurses. They were like a local man, but Anne knew their true colors. The other day, some superstar journalists insisted on covering the Chinese New Year, and saw exactly what they looked like.

After a light greeting to the Muslims escorting the Muslim blind room, he passes by, finally arriving in front of the Chinese New Year's room. Knock, knock. “Come in from the inside.” I heard a voice. It was a beautiful voice that made me happy just hearing it.

As I stepped into the room, a slightly yellow blonde woman sat on the bed, compared to the warm sunlight seeping into the open window. A nice gust of wind scattered his hair, and I thought that time seemed to have stopped.

That's what the ice goddess would look like.

Today's news! There was an incident in which a Muslim Festival who participated in the American Giant Rift turned their backs on the expedition · · · · ·.

The criticism of the United States of America's acceptance of terrorists is spreading.

All Muslims in the Muslim Festival were arrested by Muslims. While criticism was pouring into the minds of other groups about what had happened in the United States, the President of the United States disqualified the Muslim blind.

Jungyeon was watching the news. The content was mostly a common story. I've been working on that case the other day in the giant crack.

It turns out that the terrorist Banjowyn was actually a superhuman at SSS rank, so it's shocking that he couldn't resist. Meanwhile, a hymn is pouring out about the Chinese New Year who successfully defeated Bang Ho-won · · · · · · ·.

It turns out that the guild master's legacy of the league can be opened up at random. Previously, he had been known to succeed in a project that agitated dungeons.

There's a lot of blame going on in China. China has officially stated that it is irrelevant to them, but it does not stop beating.

The press all over the world went crazy.

It's natural.

While getting the world's attention because there were so many heroes and so many casualties in the first place, there were not enough Muslims in the hidden SSS ranks to betray the Hunters? What other big issues could there be?

However, when it was later discovered that such a Muslim in SSS rank had been successfully subdued by Jungyeon and convinced that the league's legacy could handle the dimension, it became even more verbal.

There were so many keywords, but the one who gets the most attention is probably Chinese New Year.

And the fact that such a snowflake is in front of him now was just like a dream.

“Stir · · · ·. I swear.”

When I call her, I turn my head to look this way. I made the heart of the person who was staring at me sad and depressed. Jungyeon never smiled. If you could just smile a little bit, it would be really beautiful.

‘You were like a flower fairy when you were asleep, but you're like ice when you woke up. ’

Slowly standing up during the snowflake revealed a voluminous body that was not covered by thin patient clothing. I've felt that for a long time, but that body didn't match the face that looked like it.

Anne swallows her saliva and slowly approaches her, but the door of the room opens quietly and someone walks in.

“Ah, Lord. ”

She was a Korean girl named Shin Hye-ji who was acting as a sworn assistant. She sighs and says,

“I told you that if you're so dumb, people around you can't do anything because they're nervous. Smile, smile. Smile.”

“I'm trying. ”

“Who else were you thinking about? ”

Shin Hyeji did not say "what are you thinking?" "Whose idea was it?" he said.

It is because Shin Hye knows what is full of in her head.

“Nothing · · · ·. ”

“It's nothing. Stop worrying. No one else. It's a legend. ”

It was not just Seol Jung-yeon who was worried about the history. Everyone around the world was wondering where he was going.

There was not enough to deal with shamanism and magic, a man who has now touched the dimension. What is his identity? No, before that. What will happen to the closed giant crack?

Meanwhile, many people are worried about Hunter's history of not getting out of the giant crack. Yekaterina, the leader of the league, said she was coming back soon, but she didn't reveal the details.

There was a story about him on the news. Shin Hye-ji was also curious about the whereabouts of the legend, but right now, I was even more worried about Jungyeon who was suffering from dizziness.

“You're a man of your word. So trust me, hold on. · · · You know you're really busy right now? We need to wrap this up before the historical hunter gets back. ”

The tale of the past said:

Even if you're trapped in a giant crack, you can always come back.

So wait.

“· · · · · · · · · until the historical hunter returns. You're not doing that, are you? ”

She was right. I should never have been depressed.

What she had to do as a Muslim monk was piled up like a pile of snowflakes, and many people were waiting for her. The story of the rotting Chinese New Year in the corner, discarding all of it.

“· · · You're right. ”

It wasn't until Jungyeon, who was able to unmask her depressed face, that she smiled. It was such a faint smile that you couldn't see it at all, but · · · · · ·.

"Oh, my God, oh, my God! ’

Anne screamed into her mind that she thought the whole world was just that bright.

*

Sometimes, I had a dream when I had a hard time.

The dream mostly began to remind me of a girl.

Her singing still brings back her affectionate smile.

Reyna, a girl I trusted more than my dead foster parents.

She gave up everything and resurrected me to sit down again. When I was grieving in a desperate reality, he encouraged me.

At that time, we trusted and relied on each other with our backs. I really believed and followed Reyna more than my dead foster parents, and she also gave me back my faith.

Nine years ago, until she was sucked into a supermassive crack.

Dreams are then pushed forward seven years ago.

Hell Gate. There are no dreams or hopes where all the terrible disasters of the world are mixed up. Conquest of the human Hell Gate was a failure. It wasn't a place for humans to set their feet.

I saw Reyna there.

It was never an illusion, it was never an illusion, and it was never a dream.

Reyna Lord and I made eye contact, and for a moment I fainted.

Why did I lose my mind at that time?

Even now, in my dreams, she is so vivid. On behalf of my unfamiliar parents and my dead foster parents, Reina Joo is still doing that to me · ·

One day, in my dreams, I took one more step towards Hell Gate.

'Sir, please don't come outside. ’

Soon, I was engulfed in a huge golden glow.

*

“· · Ugh! ”

My eyes flashed. I think I just had a dream, but I can't remember.

“Ugh · · ·. ”

My head is tingling. The air is burning with sparks, and there is calm magic and warm heat. I try to raise my left hand to grab my head, but I feel the weight, so I lower my head.

There, Araceli, who was covered in rags, fell asleep, wrapped her arms around my left arm.

“What · · · · Hey? ”

< She has been nursing you for several days. He was in critical condition · · He used his own blood and magical powers to cure the folly. >

“So, this blood. ”

< This is your blood. >

A full body wound was identified, including abdomen, in a hurry. Not recovered, but quite unwell. It doesn't seem to interfere much with your movements. Moreover, my body temperature was normal because the sparks that floated in the air warmed my body.

< You'd better put out that flame quickly. She squeezed out the last of her magic and left it on for you. >

As soon as the client's words drop, he swings his hand to put out the flames. Then I realized that the flame contained magic such as maintaining body temperature and recovering from blood.

Whew!!

As soon as the flames went out, there was a cold. At the same time I realized that I could be warm because of the late flames, I was reminded that this tiny, little flame couldn't protect only two people.

I quickly looked at Araceli's face, and saw her pale complexion dripping with cold sweat. From now on, she barely covers herself with a thin crocodile. It must be hard to withstand the cold, even Araceli's horsepower is less than 1%.

Much more dangerous than me, with almost restored health.

I opened my inventory, took out a thick cloak, wrapped it around Araceli's body, and summoned a warm flame with my magic and left her near three. Then he carefully poured warm water into his mouth, holding Araceli in his arms to preserve his body temperature.

“Hmm · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Soon, Araceli's eyes slowly open as if she had regained consciousness. She looks at me with her half-closed eyes and slowly opens her lips to take out the words.

“Teaching · · · · · Water · · · · ·. ”

Somehow, when I saw her in distress, something jumped to her chest.

“Why are you going so far? · · ·. ”

I realized I made a mistake right after I brought it up. That's not what I was going to say to her.

“· · · Thank you. ”

Then, Araceli smiles faintly and pushes her face into my chest.

The Mana Circle of the heart slowly rotates. It was not my will, nor the will of the potter. My heart began to beat at Araceli's will, and I began to give her magic.

As the magical power returned, the body functions gradually returned, and you can see that your complexion improved noticeably as you warmed up.

“Professor · · · · ·. ”

“Yes."

“Professor · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“Tell me, because I'm here. ”

She mutters a few words in her lips like a slumber.

“Don't be sick." ”

Then, he lets out a sweet breath and falls into his sleep.

I looked at her face for a long time, feeling strange somehow.

It's just that one word kept floating around in my head, not telling me not to get sick. It was nothing, but I could feel it too much because it contained sincerity.

Suddenly, I remembered her fate that I had seen a long time ago.

The Great Grand Wizard Araceli Linecar who has succeeded in saving his world. She could have chosen to save the world and live as a hero, praised by all.

But Araceli didn't.

I chose the option to pursue me, giving up my world for the rest of my days of living happily, being loved by everyone.

Through time, through space, through many worlds, what did Araceli think?

Suffering so much pain and patience, is the country worth pursuing?

I don't know.

I don't know, so I don't move as I hold Araceli until dawn.

The End (1) [Illustration of Araceli]