The World of Masks

Jack looks at Callie and Chloe's invisible neurological warfare as they take a step back. It seemed like I saw a fun cone. Both of them were extreme beauty, and the scene alone was like a picture shop.

"That's enough. Let's get along."

"I will."

"· · · · · · · · · · Neae ~."

The brightly replied Chloe and the escalating calligraphy were clearly compared. Jack shrugs Callie's shoulder. Callie quickly tangles with Jack and makes a fuss. He wasn't the boss, he wasn't conscious of being Jack's slave yet, and that was mostly gossip about Chloe. He smiles, covering his mouth, as well as Chloe, who was by his side, looking cute.

'We're good.'

Perhaps similar to the relationship between the former self and the Dark Wizard, but they were equally well connected compared to the former self. Chloe was satisfied with it, saying it seemed like it was going well.

'But this is amazing.'

I looked at Jack and pressed my chest. Her heart fluttered.

'Is this loyalty?'

I could feel the dark wizard holding himself so confidently.

I didn't have this feeling from the start. Obviously, the first time it was switched, it was just a give-and-take deal. It was just a feeling on the same boat for the same purpose. But that feeling has completely changed since Jack became the Demon King, granting Chloe the power of the Dark Knight. At first, I was not fully aware of the joy of feeling for the first time, the joy of gaining overwhelming power, and the joy of being able to attack humans immediately, but I realized that when all these situations were cleared up and my mind calmed down, strange emotions were rushing through my mind.

Respect, worship, and loyalty filled my heart.

'I did not intend to betray him unless he fights like that inspiration or something like that, but this is a level that completely blocks the possibility.'

I sighed shallow. I was prepared, but surprisingly, the power to establish a relationship between the Demon King and the Dark Knight was strong.

Chloe raises her head. The water was already spilled, I had no choice. I'm not in a bad mood, and seeing what the two of you are doing in front of me, I don't think I'll do anything bad to Chloe either. Even if you do something bad, you can't get away with it.

Chloe approaches them quietly.

"Woo."

As Chloe approaches, Callie grabs Jack's collar tightly and stares at him with tears. He looked cute and had no choice but to burst his smile again.

"Cute."

She said that she thought she loved Callie.

"As much as I'd love to kill you."

I meant it. It reminds me of my older sister. Seeing that I couldn't believe the knife in my chest, I felt like my brother reaching out to himself was overlapping.

Ordinary people would take a step back, gazing at Chloe in horror, but Jack and Callie's reaction is not confident. Jack grins once and Callie sticks out her tongue. Chloe was quietly satisfied with her reaction to others who heard her story in reality and were frightened. I realized that. These two are allies in front of you.

After watching the undead and the monsters work hard, Jack turns back to the altar. Callie follows you closely to her left arm. He walked naturally to the right side of Jack's cloak.

"Now the Demon King's resurrection will be fully known across the continent."

Chloe looks at the horizon and says, Jack agreed.

Most of the Allied forces buried themselves on the plains, but they weren't completely exterminated. A few of them, but some of them must have escaped. Of course, their country and this region are quite far apart, so I don't know how many of the runaways will make it back alive, but it should be enough to announce the Demon King's resurrection and the defeat of the Alliance.

If word gets out, the world will be in great turmoil. Fear will rise again 50 years ago and attack all the kingdoms. With that in mind, Jack had no control over the slaughtered mouths.

"How do I get out?"

"Well, I'm sure you'll get confused. That won't even get us in. You know the Demon King is invincible within your realm. It's best to hit the defensive line and target the intercept at the most."

But I didn't mean to be careless. As soon as I finished extracting the life force, I decided to release the undead and some of the monsters to the surrounding area under surveillance. If anyone came in screaming Marwangtado because he had lost his cowardice, he would beat him to death to repay him. But until then, it was necessary to repair the battlefield and refine the army. Perhaps there was no war for a while.

"But · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Jack turns to Chloe as if he suddenly remembers.

"Where do you live in reality?"

If you look at his fluffy blonde hair and blue eyes, it seems that he was not Asian, but he was probably naturalized in another country. Chloe's eyes curl slightly.

"Oh, you're here to see me?"

"There's nothing wrong with that. First of all, your body was on the terms of the contract."

"So does he."

Kloer was cool and confirmed.

"France."

Again, a European country emerged. It was also one of the most famous countries in Europe.

"But you're going to have a hard time meeting me."

"Why, is he in jail?"

"Something like that."

When the answer to positivity returns, jokingly, Jack glances at the slimy cloak. Chloe smiles and says, "Embarrassed."

"I'm in a mental hospital."

"Kev, you crazy bitch."

Callie, who was next to you, interrupts coldly. It was an insulting thing to say, but Chloe insisted.

"Hehe, I see."

Callie regrets her appetite as if it wasn't fun, as Chloe insists on being cool.

"How did you get in here?"

I didn't ask what got me into it. Even though I pretended to be crazy in the first place, it was pointless how Chloe got into the mental hospital. Jack was also terrified of being taken to a mental hospital when his conscience was revealed in the real world. It was that the widow knew.

"I had an accident when I was barren."

"Accident?"

"I killed my whole family."

"Heh."

A dull admiration for a bold answer. Despite the worst case of family murders, the three reactions here had nowhere to go to dry.

"All of it?"

"Yes, all of them. Dad, mom and sister, to be exact."

"Why?"

"I was curious. I was just reading about anatomy, so everyone's guts are different. ”

Chloe licks her lips and adds a note.

“It's crazy."

You have a terrifying smile on Chloe's lips. A wolf disguised as a rabbit took off its camouflage and revealed its fangs. Ordinary people would have reacted with fear or running away, but Jack had nowhere else to talk.

"Was it different?"

"Well, I don't know. A long time ago. What do you know about the kid who was grabbing the basic strands of life? I think it was a little small. But I certainly remember having a great time."

When I flipped my memory like a blurry black and white video, I remembered my guts rubbing all over the room full of blood. When I think about it, it was the most fun thing before I knew about masked world games.

"But you're not responding very well either. Everyone else is freaking out."

Every time I heard this, Chloe thought about the doctors and nurses in the mental hospital who were frightened. Jack opens his mouth as if it were nothing.

"I'm not the sane one either. You know, and this guy who killed his family, too."

Jack points to Callie walking beside him. Callie, who is still walking close to Jack's arm and often walking, raises her head over Jack's shoulder.

"Oh, you, too?"

Chloe replied with a glamour to see if she was happy to meet her companion. Callie grumpily replies if her emotions haven't completely cleared up.

"Well, I killed my father."

"Why?"

"It was garbage."

It was a decisive answer. The reason was simple.

“You can drink every day, gamble, beat, · · · · · · · ·, just think of him as a typical garbage father. ”

“How did you kill him? ”

Chloe's eyes sparkle. It seemed pleasant to hear the tale of someone who had the same experience as himself.

Callie grunts a little, stuttering her eyes, and unravels her story. Between Jack and Chloe, the conversation continues. The way they empathized with each other by talking about each other's experiences, but the violent stories going back and forth in that cozy atmosphere were making the appearance of two women more dangerous and scary.