The World of Masks

I opened my eyes. I blinked a few times at the unfocused eye, and the contour of the object began to enter properly. Jack looks around the room where he belongs. It was as it was before he logged out. I got up from bed and began to move.

A slightly queasy odor flows into your nostrils as you breathe. It certainly smelled unpleasant, but Jack ignored it. An inn that smells this bad in this medieval game is some level of inn. Moreover, since it has been almost three weeks since he booked this room, this smell was natural.

Jack opens the door and leaves the room. Then I walked in front of Callie's room, right next door.

Knock, knock.

"Callie, are you there?"

I knocked lightly on the door. I didn't feel any popularity in the room. Again, I knocked a little harder this time. There was no response either.

'Not logged in yet?'

Jack turns his back. Creaking down the stairs, you find the owner at the counter on the first floor. The host, who was bouncing off the ledge smoking a cigarette, looked up at Jack. There was no significant change in the host's expression, but there was clearly a slight irritation in his eyes as to whether he was disturbed by what he was doing.

"What can I do for you?"

Apart from the inner self, words of proficient hospitality flowed from the host's mouth. Jack didn't complain much. It wasn't just once or twice that Jack was annoyed with his customers when he ran the flower shop, so I was able to get over this.

"Did you see my group leave?"

The owner frowned and thought. How do you remember your regular customers? They are remarkable because they were masked travelers. I don't remember the owner ever seeing the woman who came with him leave.

"I've never seen you before. You didn't even check out when you looked at the books."

The owner turned to the inexpensive, rough paper ledger and said,

'He's not here yet.'

However, I have a feeling that it's been a long time since I've been online. Jack said, "I'll see you at night if Callie finds herself. 'I left the inn.

"It's been a long hunt. '

I felt thirsty in my neck. My fingers twitched as if I wanted to see blood right away.

'No, not yet.'

I wanted to hear the screams of terror right away, but now it's too bright. Just a little longer. Once he hunts down a few animals, he makes his way out of the city thinking of quenching his thirst.

Callie opens her eyes. I noticed the landscape in the room where I had logged out. She smells a little queasy, but Callie doesn't care. His home in reality was no different from this. If it was natural for Jack to ignore the smell in an era like this, it was a familiar smell he had always smelled in real life. I didn't want to make a fuss over frowning.

Callie gently strokes the furniture next to her. It was an unusual piece of furniture I had seen before I logged out, but now everything is new to Callie. A sense of liberation, as if all the luggage had been unloaded. Even the mediocre landscape of the inn could not look so beautiful. I had never felt this way before in this game. Callie opens the door and leaves the room, looking around the landscape.

First, Callie goes to Jack's room. You stand at the door of the room and tidy up your clothes. I had to look at the white mask and look like Robra, but I wanted to look better for Jack somehow. I worthlessly tucked my clothes, robbed my table, and pressed my hands together when I found the folded part. Finally, I took out my dagger and used it as a mirror to trim my head. Callie bangs on the door.

Knock, knock.

"Jack, are you there?"

I didn't hear an answer. I knocked a few more times, but I didn't hear from the inside. Callie's dead.

I've been looking forward to it. Callie sighs and turns. Not logged in yet? Or did he come in first and go where? Callie went to the counter like Jack did.

"Oh, the customer. You said you were going out for a while. I said," I'll see you tonight. You wrote ".

It seemed like time had slipped as expected. Callie shrugs and heads to her room. The creaking of the stairs seems to make a mockery of you.

'He'll be back soon.'

Callie throws herself onto the bed. The soft feel wrapped around my whole body. This bed was luxurious enough for Callie who had to spend the night with a thin duvet due to poverty, even though it was nothing compared to a real mattress that could not be comforted with high-quality technology.

Raise your arms, cover your face, and look up at the ceiling. A large chest was revealed over the robe that was much larger than other women, so large that they could not kneel down compared to the women of the West. I slowly moved up and down with every breath I took.

"Ahhhh."

The ceiling collapses, sighing. If the older people saw it, they would have given him a pint to run away. However, the meeting I expected was pushed back, enduring a day like a year and seven days. I was disappointed in more than just myself.

Do you want me to go out and reconnect? '

But soon I stopped thinking. If I went out and crossed paths with Jack again, I wasn't kidding, and I didn't really know if he would cry. I just went to sleep until Jack showed up. I was tired of being called to the police these days. You take off your mask and close your eyes. However, I couldn't sleep well because my expectations were high. It was a long time after Callie started screaming her way back and forth.

Knock, knock, knock.

There was a regular sound. Callie turns her head to sleep with a faint groan. A powerful horse wraps around Callie. The knock wakes you up a little, but you only twist once, and you don't see yourself getting up.

You hear another knock. The fine glances frown slightly. The sound of waking up seemed very disturbing. He buries himself into the duvet as if ignoring the sound. I never seemed to want to get up.

"Mr. Callie? Are you there?"

"Hmm, who · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

With a slight irritation, Callie raises her head slightly. My head, which was not going back to sleep, began to turn roughly like a greased cog.

"You crazy bitch! '

I was waiting for him, and I almost fell asleep and ignored his visit. Callie quickly got out of bed thinking to herself.

"Yes! Get out!!"

You announce your existence in a loud voice, just in case. Callie can't even think about it now, though she was very loud in her voice to announce her existence.

I grabbed the mask lying around on the bed and hurriedly wrote it on my face. In the meantime, my feet were working hard. Callie arrives at the door in an instant, unlocking the padlock. I grabbed the handle and opened the door. There is a man standing at the door who has been missing Callie for a week.

"Oh, there you are. It's been a long time."

The only open mouth raises a good smile. At that moment, Callie felt that all the suffering and stress that she had been through had vanished like snow. Callie hesitates. I don't know what to say. I couldn't think of anything else to say, because my yearning was overwhelming. I could only tell him to come into the room.

Jack follows Callie into the room. The structure in the room was similar to Jack's room. They sat face to face with the table between them. Jack looks at Callie. It seemed quite cute to wriggle like a child with something to say. Jack begins to speak softly.

"How was your week?"

In Jack's question, Callie closes her eyes for a moment as if she were clearing her head. Then he grabbed the table and said to Jack as if he were a child praising him.

"Well, well. I did it!"

"What do you mean?"

"The pests that came at me! I killed them all!"

Jack's mouth is crooked.