The World of Masks

"Okay, just pull it out."

A few soldiers seem to weigh a lot and pull out a large oak barrel. Since it was after feeding a heavy judge and a lot of water, the weight has doubled. The soldiers' hearts were filled with all kinds of complaints and profanity. Of course, the weight and volume were so large that the oak barrel would sag if I missed a breath. Then the knight who gives the order next to you shouts with his blood around his neck. Soldiers have built a statue of death. However, the knights giving orders to the soldiers pour down cold sweat every time the oak barrel rolls once.

"Damn it! Once that goes wrong, we're done!" '

The knight who knew the relative accuracy of the substance in the oak and the identity of the gunpowder felt the lifespan decrease by 10 years each time the oak barrel tilted once. Although it was said to have been disabled by water, the superior who gave the order said it was an extremely explosive substance. What if something goes wrong and he burns himself?

You know nothing! '

Even though I shouted "dangerous goods," what was important to the soldiers was their current difficulty. It was impossible to directly explain the gunpowder due to the airtight shells above. Due to the inexplicable nature of the situation, the soldiers are struggling to understand why the oak barrels are so dangerous.

Fortunately, what the knight was worried about didn't happen. Soldiers loaded the oak barrels onto the wagon they had prepared for them. The knight sighs next to the soldiers sighing as they wipe away the sweat from his head.

'That's it.'

Complete your mission.

'But it's strange. Besides gunpowder, there's a good chance there's an assassin or assassin's weapon here.'

The knight was in charge of the Noble Mansion. A building near the palace, used by one of the Grand Duke's nobles. It has been abandoned as an empty house ever since the Duke's residence and the relationship between the Duke and the Duke was broken down. His superior said there's a good chance there's more to the assassination than gunpowder on this side. But all I could find was a barrel full of gunpowder.

The knight who was thinking for a moment shrugged his shoulders as if giving up.

"It's not my job to think about what happened. Mission accomplished. That's it."

Then I went crazy thinking about my colleagues going somewhere else. Probably not doing something much different than what he did.

'It's not a difficult task at first.'

It's risky, but it always follows us around like a monster subjugation. If you wear armor with a sword, you have to take it.

Ding, ding, ding.

You hear a bell announcing the time. The knight raises his ears slightly tense and cares that he doesn't hear any explosions somewhere, but sweeps his chest down as he hears nothing.

'Success.'

As I've heard, the explosion should have erupted as soon as the bell ended. Not all colleagues succeeded in eliminating the gunpowder.

"Okay, we're all going back."

All missions succeed with this. The knight was also confidently leading the charge. Now, if you put this powder keg in a location designated by your superior, the mission is over.

'I'll have a drink with Hans when I'm done.'

It was about that time when I thought about drinking with my colleagues.

Kuang!

"Huh?"

You hear an explosion from a distance. The head of everyone, including the knight, enters the sound of the blast. You can see black smoke rising from afar.

What, did one of them fail? '

You incompetent bastard. The knight's tongue is full. I didn't know who it was, but I could predict that my progress would be blocked.

'Maybe that's what it was like to be alive.'

I thought it was better to worry about being alive than my future fortune. According to the superiors, nearby knights and soldiers are more likely to fire.

Up to this point, the knight took the case quite lightly. A fallen comrade has failed the mission. But I had a feeling the article was too early.

Kuang! Kuang! Kuaang!

"What, what?"

Black smoke rises from all over the city with a thunderstorm. You see the people around you murmuring with anxiety. But even then, the explosion and the explosion continued.

"What the hell is going on?"

I don't know what's going on, but things are definitely going wrong. The knight grips his teeth. I can't just stand here like this. First things first. It was time for the knight to give an order to the soldiers who were bruising around.

Swoowoowook!

"Huh?"

Something was flying in. The knight instinctively avoided it. It was an object that flew quite fast, but not completely inevitable. So far, it has been a joyful exercise in blood and sweat. But it was not an object that ended in evasion.

Kuaang!

Something blows up that seems like it won't acknowledge the existence of everything around it. You inflict heavy damage on the surrounding land and buildings, flying red chunks of flame that burn violently around you.

"Ahhhh!!"

"Ahhhhhh!!!!"

Screams and despair swiftly sweep across the streets. The knights and soldiers were just bombed, and those barely surviving around them were covered in flying debris and fireballs. Screams, with holes pierced or burnt red bodies lying on the floor. The streets quickly turned to hell. Nearby, of course, turned into Abigail. Despite trying to think of a destination, people desperately ran away screaming. But their future didn't look so good either. There have already been dozens of explosions, and they are still happening. The flashy flames of the explosion engulf the lives one by one, dancing to death. The capital of an influential nation was the first step towards collapse.

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"Replacement · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

The Earl spoke to the scene in front of his eyes. The explosion across the capital has created a massive chaos. People were swarming between the blazing flames and the smoke. Then I lost my life in a new explosion. Even though people could only see the dots because they were far away, Hell in the capital was imaginable enough.

"How did you install the gunpowder?"

The Earl raises questions. The explosion that exploded indiscriminately didn't seem to have been set in one or two places. It was mostly an ordinary household. How do you avoid people's eyes by installing gunpowder?

"That's a secret."

Jack's answer to the Earl's question was simple. I didn't think I was going to tell you.

"Hmmm. Then what's coming out of that explosion? Is that a secret too?"

I spoke in a sarcastic voice, but I was definitely curious. Something scattered around the city with an explosion. It looks like a cannonball I've seen before, but the result is completely different. Cannonballs were just a swift ball of iron that hit the enemy, but flying over the city isn't so simple now. One of them flies around, hitting a building or ground, causing an explosion. Some of the ruined cities are affected by the fireworks. It was like carving out the city itself. The other blows out of the air, blazing fire everywhere. Like a firefall falling from the air, the flame has thrown the city into a greedy flower pot.

"It's called high explosives and munitions. that we used in the war in our world."

Jack said casually. But it was not as light as the word. The high explosives were fine. Looking at the completion of the AK, Jack expects to be equipped with a large bomb, and the expectation is correct. Along with AK's, new cannons and high explosives were already in the amphibious system. But what Jack noticed was not a high-explosive device.

'I never thought I'd be making baeklin.'

This material, also called sulfur dioxide, was a source of sulfur dioxide, which was the leading inhumane weapon of many real-world weapons. Once in contact with the body, it will never fall, and when on fire, it will never go out unless the air is completely blocked. A deadly bullet that literally burns people down. The use of this weapon alone brings great blame to the international community.

'But there's no UN here.'

That's why the organization would have thought to produce this ridiculous thing.

Jack looks back at the telescope. Burning bodies roar the streets in all directions. Beyond the lens comes the pain, the grief, the despair.

Gulp.

Jack swallows a dry needle. Their pain, mourning, and despair came to true with joy, emotion and joy. Suddenly, the mouth of Jin was drawing a dark crescent.

'Ah, I knew I was crazy.'

I tried to kill him myself.

Jack looked at the hell he created with a dazzling look, but soon he was interrupted.

"· · · · · · · · · · Hey, this is a little harsh."

The Earl's expression grows distorted as he watches the capital as it sets on fire. I was certain there would be some sacrifice, but the sight in front of me was beyond imagination. The capital was a hell of a laughingstock of the Earl's expectations. But Jack ignored the Earl's words. For Jack in awe, the Earl's words were no more than a distraction.

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

Eventually, the Earl snatched away the telescope that Jack was holding roughly. Regrettably, Jack stared back at the Earl.

"Is something wrong?"

"What's going on? Are you even talking to me when I look at you?"

Point your finger at the capital and use your crotch. After looking at the capital once, Jack shrugs as if something's wrong.

"It's going well. As planned."

"What's the plan? You've already created enough confusion!!!"

At that moment, the Earl stopped speaking. On second thought, they have no idea what that traveler has planned for the assassination. I just assumed that I was going to blow up a few houses to create chaos in the capital. The erl opened his eyes and looked at Jack.

"No, it's not. We don't know your plan."

She grips her teeth and growls. Even at this time, there was an elongated roar in the capital.

"Okay, so far we've moved on, but as long as it's like this, I need to hear it for sure. What the hell are you up to?"

Jack gazes quietly at the Earl. Then I smiled. Although it was a smile that felt pleasant and joyful, the Earl felt cold and cruel in that manner.

"Very well. I'll let you know."

Jack stretched his arms out in exaggeration, as if he was treating an audience looking forward to the performance.

"I liked yelling at you about killing the king, but it was hard. I don't think the king's personal power is good enough, but he is heavily guarded."

Jack stretches out his hand to point to the capital.

"The royal palace is the king's home, the guards and soldiers guarding it, the people of the capital, the chunky walls of the city, and the air force of the city, which can be disturbed at any time! All of which interfere with the king's assassination. So I thought about it a lot. How do we avoid those obstacles? How can we break through? But it's hard. It's really hard."

Tap your head with the index finger.

"That's when I had the flashing idea. · · · · · · · · · · · · if it is difficult to damage or break through."

Like a storyteller reading a novel running to Climax, Jack excitedly said in a calm voice.

"Let's exterminate them all."

"What!"

The erl has lost his words. The escort knights around him also looked at Jack with frightening eyes. Jack laughed as he enjoyed the gaze.

"Hahahahaha! Isn't that obvious? Blow up the entire capital, and the king and the duc in it die? You don't have to roll your head around trying to assassinate people!"

"Son of a bitch!!!"

The Earl grabs Jack by the throat. Rage rises. This guy really doesn't know what he's talking about or what he's done. Crazy people don't even think like that.

"Stop right now! You blew up the whole capital! You're insane! It's not like one or two people are gonna die!"

The Earl is not particularly a nobleman for the people. But this isn't it. Even in a civil war, you're willing to blow up a human in the capital with the king. The Grand Duke would never admit it. But even in the Earl's wrath, Jack was overwhelmed.

"I told you. There could be a lot of people in trouble."

"Could be a little more." How many people do you think are gonna die? "

Jack scratches his head at the bloody earl's voice.

"Right. So, roughly."

Jack turns to Callie, blurring the end of the horse.

"Callie, what was the population of that city again?"

"I said roughly 200,000."

"Yes."

Jack turns to the Earl again. And he smiled and said very lightly, as if it was nothing.

"Approximately 200,000 people will die."