The World of Masks

It was only time to look down at the world when the stars were tightly embedded in the black sky. After a hard day's work, the city was silent because most people slept like honey. Only those bugs who don't know the name cry, "Glug, glug," and the atmosphere overcomes any other noise. Through the deep static that seems lofty, there is a loud noise.

Rrrrrrrr.

The crowd seemed to be ten or five. The herd seems to be escorting one person and is walking at a rapid pace. In front of them, those who appeared as servants often walked with the expensive beads of light raised high. All those in the vicinity of the escorted target were wearing swords. You're wearing light gauntlets, but you can see the sharpness vibrating around you. All of them appear to be high-quality knights. In the middle of the group, Earl Krifnaph makes a stern mockery of his stride. The escort proceeded quickly, so the escorts, as well as the attendants who were guiding the way in front of him, had to walk almost as if they were running.

The crowd arrives at the plaza, stifling with the quiet silence of the night. No matter how late it was, the whole square was surrounded by rats of darkness. However, there was an exceptionally faint light leaking from the building. It was the building that Earl Krifnaph had chosen as his destination.

Pow!

You hear the grinding sound of teeth. Earl Krifnaph, with a large ranged mark on his forehead, approaches the building on a rough footing. I grabbed the acolyte who was trying to show me the way quickly, then I snatched the bead of light and ran off. Then he stepped forward. Of course, it was a spectacular thing for the escorts. Quickly, you follow me around Krifnaph.

Boom!

I kicked down the door as if I forgot how to use the handle. The lock snaps and the door slams open. There were no robbers who came to rob the house. Krifnaph walks into the building one by one. I looked around with my blood feet in my eyes. Humans do not enter with open eyes. You turn your head straight to the right. You can see the stairs going up. Apparently, the light was coming out of the window on the second floor. I took a step there without hesitation.

The guard hurries in front of Krifnaph. It's dangerous to have an escort wandering around in a closed space like this. However, my advice was that the owner was so excited that he didn't think he would eat it last. Eventually, one man risked almost his life and stood in front of the owner on his way. I expected where the owner was going anyway. I quickly came forward, looked carefully at the second floor, then quietly opened the door with the light leaking out, and went in first and looked inside.

There were people in the room. There was an old-fashioned desk right across the door and a guest couch, just like the room used to be. There was someone sitting at that desk. Sitting in a chair, you curl your chin and just observe the visit. It seemed like a man, but I couldn't tell exactly because I was wearing a mask. There was another person beside him who looked like he was in charge of the owner. He was wearing a dark robe pressed against the tip of his head. The majority of his face was covered with a lobe, but a small exposed area shows a white area. He seemed to be wearing a mask as well.

The owner enters while the guard guard is trying to figure out two people. Nervous footsteps were a reflection of his feelings.

As soon as I came in, I met my desk and my eyes were sad. Krifnapp's lips tighten. The excited eyes suddenly turned cold and I shot the Human in front of me. I didn't know him. That's where the boss of this traveler organization used to sit. But the man in front of him was never the man he knew. If it was the boss, Krifnaph, who was thinking of shouting back, "Where have you been in a state of excitement?" calmed his mind at the sight of the unidentified man. Since then, he is a high-ranking person called the Earl. He was never worth it.

"Who are you?"

He growled in a low voice.

The man in the white mask stood up in Zec's place.

Grrr!

The Earl's guards draw their swords and gather around him. I was wary of the man with a gust of life. The man in the white mask, which was only pierced around his mouth, smiled as he stood up. And a silly clown ducks deep in his waist.

"Welcome, Earl Krifnaf."

It was a greeting with no manners, no finesse, but at least it was a greeting. But Krifnaf didn't feel any better at all. No matter how powerful it was to underestimate him, he was making too much of an effort. Of course, it could be a deep fascination or self-preservation due to his power, but the peer-to-peer smile that appeared to be between the pierced masks indicates that he never respected himself. But Krifnaf was not angry. Normally, I would have strangled you, but now I don't even know who you are, and most of all, I have the information I need.

"Where did the original owner go?"

I chewed it out with a sinking voice. I tried to speak calmly elsewhere, but until now, the hardships of Krifnaph's mind were in shallow gold.

"What happened?"

"· · · · · · · · · · · Are you kidding me?"

Life just blew over. If they didn't need the organization's information, they would have torn him to pieces in a thousand pieces right now.

"Here, here. Don't get too excited. I'm sure the Earl would expect me to be the one who ran into this organization."

Krifnaph nods quietly. The impression matches that of the guy who attacked the organization known to his subordinates. It was funny to call him in a mask, but at least the mask was the same.

"But the tissue evaporated from the inside out, and I was the only one who came back and caused them trouble. Don't you have a rough idea?"

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · Killed you?"

Not a word. Not a word. But it was enough to convey its meaning.

"Yes."

"Everyone?"

"Yes, it is. I'm not the one who's going to leave a mess."

"· · · · · · · · · Travelers will be resurrected again even if they die in this world?"

"What's the matter? You all know there's a pretty widespread way to kill travelers in their own world."

Krafnaps staggers. One of the knights next to him quickly raises Krafnaps. I put my hands on my head and sweated. His whole plan flew away. Everything the Grand Duke is looking at has gone back to Blister. The plan will retreat greatly, and he may not be punished for his riches. Krafnaf's gaze trembles for a long time toward the man, Jack. Despair and devastation all turn to anger and are shot at Jack. He dares to stand in his way. There was no reason to keep him alive.

Krafnaf raises his hand. The knights, who held their swords and watched over Jack, live as one. It slowly begins to turn into an attack form in the form in which it was defending Krafnaps. Jack glances at the scene. I glanced at Krafnaps, looking at myself with bloodshot eyes. It was when Krafnaps, who were more outraged by his appearance, tried to lower their attack power.

"Plan, do you want to continue?"

Halt!

Krafnaps' body stops momentarily.

"No, there's no question that you want to continue. because the plan is going to continue anyway. It's just that there's a huge weakness in the Earl's mouth, and there's a probability of his plan failing."

"· · · · · · · · · · · · Did you hear from him?"

"Yes, I heard you very well. I tortured him a little bit, and he was very drunk. I can't help it, can I? They're not just tourists. They're not old country heroes. They're not independent fighters. You have no reason to keep your mouth shut for those who have nothing to do with you."

Rrrrgh!

I sharpened my teeth. It pisses me off that you went against my plan, and you know what it is. He should never have let him live. But Krafnaf hesitates. The problem is what that guy said. It was because I asked if I wanted to proceed with the plan. That meant that there was a way for him to follow the plan without interruption.

While Crafnapping hesitates, Jack looks around the Knights nearby.

"Are these people familiar with the plan?"

"They are the ones I trust the most. Of course I do. What did you mean earlier?"

"Do you want me to go ahead with the plan?"

Krifnaph nods quietly.

"The question remains. Even in the absence of them, we're asking if the Earl's intentions remain intact."

Like a play, Jack turns a finger to the side of his head.

"A plan, the execution of treason."