The World of Masks

Jack and Callie confront the armor for a moment. That ominous-looking armor might rise from the throne and spread its life and strike a sword at them. But the armor was not frozen. He looked like a king who sat firmly on the throne and encompassed all the people. That's cruel and violent.

With the armor motionless, Jack and Callie loosen up a little. But I didn't take my eyes off the boundary. Jack slowly steps back. You leave the Chamber of Secrets and grab one of the villagers standing still. With a waxy hand, the man was drawn to Jack with horrified eyes. Once again, Jack enters the Chamber of Secrets and pushes the man in front of his armor.

"Touch that."

He pointed his finger at the armor and said coldly. Arguments and objections were strongly discouraged. Seeing the ugly-looking armor sitting in an arrogant posture, it was like a clear wall to a man whose heart was beating faster because of fear. But I couldn't resist. To do so, I was too afraid of the Devil's Blade, which was aiming at me.

I reluctantly moved the legs I wanted to sit down on and approached the armor. Fortunately, the armor still remains motionless. I moved my hand to touch the armor.

Tuck.

My fingertips are on my armor. The cold sensation gave me goosebumps on my back. However, despite touching it, I found some courage in the immobilized armor. This time, I waved my hand over the shoulder of the armor.

The armor has collapsed.

Tongue! Tongue!

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!"

Each connection is loosened and the armor bounces back and forth. Suddenly, the armor collapses, and the man waves his armor back, screaming. Then he wraps his head around it and crouches.

Thung, thung, thung.

The helmet rolls to Jack's feet from the armor. Jack quietly picks up his helmet and looks inside. The inside is not empty. It had a half-decayed skull. You will be the owner of this armor.

Was the Demon King a man? '

I pulled the skull out of the helmet and turned it around. Round head bones and two holes pierced in the noose, another hole pierced under the nose, up to the upper jaw. The lower jaw was completely broken. It was shaped and sized, all like the human skull that had been seen in many media. I didn't see a long skull like fresh, three holes in the eye, or a big horn on the forehead.

"Surprisingly? '

Since he's the Demon King who has swept through most of the world with an army of undead and monsters, it was quite a surprise to Jack who was vaguely thinking about it. But that feeling was also brief.

Boom!

There's no particular hobby in looking at rotting corpses. Jack throws the skeleton at random.

"Aah!"

The skeleton fell in front of the man who was shaking constantly, and the man shrieked and retreated behind him. You grimace for a moment at the scream, but soon you recover. Jack begins to turn the rest of his armor around.

The broken, crumbling pieces of bone fall off the ledge. Jack tries to clean up the bones as he breathes into the afterlife. If it was a good item, Jack would use it himself by repairing it to fit his body. But I felt like I had to clean up big time. Even Jack is reluctant to use his armor as it falls from his bones.

As Jack scrapes the bones off his armor and shakes off Busan, he starts picking up pieces of the armor that Callie scattered next to him. As the armor falls forward, it rolls over the ledge that rises to the chest, bouncing off a considerable distance. For a while, the process of collecting parts of the armor and removing the bones continued. About 10 minutes later, Jack and Callie were able to roughly wrap up the armor.

In front of the hem, each piece of armor was stacked in one place. The translucent tag on the side of the armor fades quickly.

The full body armor of a Dark Knight.

It seemed to be the name of this armor.

"Dark Knight? Isn't he the Demon King?"

Callie tilts her head to see the same tag. I sat on the throne and mistakenly stared down at Namdala. I thought she was the Demon King, but there was a chance she wasn't. Jack wanted to know what to say to Callie's questions.

"I don't know. I don't know what's right."

I stroked my chin with my hands and fell into question. There was only one thing about the Demon King that was so singular that he had no idea whether it was about this dark knight, or about who he was referring to as a profession. Even though I wanted to gather information about the Demon King, NPCs couldn't gather enough information because hearing the word "Demon King" caused a match. Rather, he could have bought up useless doubt. That's why he was Jack looking for the Demon King's Dungeon, but there wasn't much information about the Demon King. Then I suddenly looked next to him. There was a man still sitting on the ground, looking this way. At that moment, 'If this guy knew something, he might know something.' I thought. NPCs living in the world were more likely to know than themselves.

Jack walks to the man. The closer he got to her, the whiter his face got, the more fun it was. Jack sits crouched in front of the man.

"Do you know it's the Dark Knight?"

At that moment, the man shivered as if he were in a trance. He seemed to know something.

"Ah · · · · · · · Dark Knights. Yes, I heard it was from two executives in the past."

"Hoho?"

That's an interesting story. Jack looks at the guy more. But I didn't seem to know any more. Even the most knowledgeable old man called and asked, but he didn't know the details. It was just that when the Demon King swept through the world, he led a vast army of monsters on the front lines and boasted an enormous dance against the allies of kingdoms, empires and sacred neutral cities. For the record, the other executive was a wizard.

"By the way, it definitely says Mr. Kerijadichi, right?"

I pulled out the map and looked at it. A marker of the Demon King's Dungeon that is dotted on the map showing a large pile of land. Among them, there was a peculiar sign that only this place was "Lord Kerizardich." And the only difference between Jack's old dungeon and this place is that one black armor.

'Of course, it makes sense to think that the Dark Knight is Kerijadichi.'

Perhaps the Demon Lord's followers escaped to the dungeon with fatal injuries when the Demon King's army was defeated. Perhaps the man marked on this map knew the Dark Knight had fled to this place and marked it. Turns out the guy with the map was alone in a secret room inside the altar. Seeing that he was alone in a hidden room, it was a pretty high status speculation.

'Fantastic, by the way.'

I can see death lying on the throne like that before death. I felt like the main character of the movie, at least the final boss. Then I laughed at him.

'What's so great about a game character?'

But in the back of Jack's mind, he continued to feel a little bit of camouflage about the whole game. Eventually, I turned my thoughts around.

'Then there was that, too.'

Jack's gaze rests firmly on the side of the throne. Not only the sword, but the grip and decoration were all black. It looked like a really good piece of armor for someone named the Dark Knight. Given the wavy shape of the day, it seemed to be some kind of Flaubert. A sword with no other purpose than its glamorous appearance. The ornament was not so glamorous as to have shaped the darkness extending in all directions. I thought it would be enough for decoration, except for that ominous feeling.

Jack looks at the sword and again at the armor piled up in front of him. The helmet stands flat on a pile of armor. Jack picks up his helmet. I took off my mask and put my helmet on my head.

"You want to try it?"

Callie stares at you curiously. I smiled once and pressed down on the helmet.

The helmet was quite large. The armor on the throne looks quite large, so I expected, but with Jack in it, there's plenty of room inside. On the outside, I thought a Fountain would look like a clown walking around in ridicule.

How do I fix this? '

This item is one of the two Officers of the Demon Prince, so it should be very good. I couldn't give up because it didn't fit me. Back then.

Ugh.

"Huh?"

Jack and Callie express their astonishment at the same time. The helmet, which was bigger than Jack's head, had suddenly dropped out of place and changed to a size that would fit Jack's head.

'Indeed, the Dark Knight's items are different?'

It couldn't hurt. Rather, it was good. It was at a time when I thought I would be able to use this armor with ease.

"· · · · · · · · · · Ugh!"

You grip your head. It looks like thousands of needles are poking you in the head.

"· · · · · · · · Owner?"

Callie notices something strange and calls Jack worryingly. But I couldn't care less about the sound. The pain was getting worse. It was like I was opening my head and forcing something into my head. At the same time.

A new body!

You hear something creepy that is low, split and resembles an iron voice.