The World of Masks

I couldn't find any atmosphere other than fear in the room. The carpet, which seemed to symbolize the authority of the colorful kingdom, was soaked in blood. If you hold it tightly, red blood will spill. Even the carpet couldn't absorb that much blood. Blood splattered everywhere. Other flesh covered in blood, it was clear that shiny was the internal organs. If you look closely, my ears, nose, and eyes were rolling around. There was no such thing as a tragedy. Those who had already seen the scene could not even hear the hiss. I cried, lazed, and trembled, but this nightmare-like time was still unfinished. But one could be sure. That young man who claims to be the Demon King is truly evil.

Jack turns his dagger around. I once lost my knife a few times because of a knife soaked in the handle. But Jack did not stop doing this. There was plenty of time anyway.

Jack rolls his eyes at the young man as if satisfied.

His condition was miserable.

His nose and ears were cut off and lying on the ground somewhere, and his eyes were plucked out and his inside of his eyeball uncovered. Fingers and toes have already been ripped off before, and even the genitals have deteriorated. I made some cuts to my stomach and pulled out my intestines with my hands. But surprisingly, he was breathing. Jack was surprised at this. But his hide was already slowly breaking off. We cannot survive this kind of injury unless we are human. In fact, I felt a faint relief with pain in the young man's movements. It's because I think it's finally over. But no matter how much he died, it was when there was no outside help.

Jack reaches out to Callie.

"Potions. Excellent."

The young man's body twitched. Regardless of the reaction, Jack sprinkled potions on the young man. The best potion did the same. The body of the young man, who seemed strange even though he was about to die, slowly began to heal. White bones, which had been exposed here and there, slowly sank into new muscles and flew over them. I have a new nose and ears, eyes, fingers and toes that are missing. The open ship slowly closed, and a new organ began to work vigorously in it. To make this happen, Jack used five bottles of the best potions. A bottle was horribly expensive, but Jack generously used it. Becoming the Demon King made potions possible. It was really easy to make it unlike others because all you had to do was force the life force that you extracted into the water. It was devastating to buy cheap potions before.

'They didn't have the ability, so they had to.'

Unlike Jack, who became the Demon King and had full control of his surrounding life, the High Septon had to fill each one with his own life force. Of course it had to be expensive.

Not one with a difference in performance from the potions created by the other priests, but the young man's health improved rapidly. The young man felt the pain go away quickly. But there was something kicked up faster than that. It was fear.

The user finally thinks the pain is over by death, but the opponent saves himself by picking up the expensive best potion. His courage, which was formidable, had already been severely broken after a long period of torture. I thought about letting him go for a while, but no matter how hopeful I thought, I didn't think he would. The young man looked up at Jack in horror.

Jack glances arrogantly down at Gilly's horror. I noticed that the young man's eyes had changed a lot since before.

'Well, it would be almost Independent Fighters if they didn't give in to that kind of torture and were left with the poison.'

Unfortunately, the youth's expression in front of him didn't seem to reach that level. But Jack picked up the knife again without giving it to him. The young man's eyes shook unequivocally.

"Did you think it was over?"

Jack said with as much softness as possible.

"Soon death will call out to you, and you think you don't have to suffer anymore?"

Jack's eyes twist and grimace.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Ah, of course it's my fault. I didn't explain it properly."

Jack reaches out to Callie again. Callie gives the potion back politely. It was excellent again.

Challenge.

The potion in the glass bottle shakes. Jack, who put the potion in front of the young man's eyes, spoke again.

"I mean, I won't torture you to death. We torture them to death. I went too far this time because I was excited, but I really appreciate your patience and endurance."

Jack scowls at the young man's cheeks with the side of his knife. The cold iron's cold teeth and the stickiness of the blood on the blade gave me goosebumps on my back.

"But I'm going to be really careful from now on. making sure you don't die. And then? Of course I'm going to do it again, and I'm going to do it again, and I'm going to do it again."

The young man's eyes opened wide. But Jack pretended not to see the eyes.

"Ah, I know. You would never surrender. It's just a waste of my time. But what can I do? I can't stand to be tested for courage and courage by people like you."

Jack really did have a white smile. It was a really clean smile to even use the expression "naive". But I was more afraid of him.

"So I hope you're holding out. You know what? If you endure this torture, maybe you can hold me here until the end of your life. And you will be the hero of this world. only with courage and courage and tenacity to hold the fearsome Demon King naked for decades. Isn't the thought overwhelming?"

"Town! Town!"

The young man screamed. However, since he did not leave the stone stuck in his mouth, his mouth did not fulfill its natural role as a doctor's delivery.

"I know. Don't worry about it, right?" I will never surrender to a scumbag like you. "I know, I know. Commemorating your determination."

Jack puts his mouth to the young man's ears.

"Let's start again."

Phew!

"Ahhhh!"

Once again, a terrible scream starts ringing in the room. The people in the room curled up as much as they could, closed their eyes and blocked their ears. The time of hell has come again.

There was a woman in one of the two swarms who was trembling. I think I'm 20 years old now. She's got a pretty face, but her face is trembling. For her, who was not usually weak, this horrific sight consumed her mind. It really was worse than death.

"Rather!"

Her mind was already at a loss for good judgment. No, I might have made the right decision. When there was no hope, death was one way to escape as a slave. She bites her tongue hard. I felt extreme pain with the bitter taste of blood. Tears welled up. I'm light-headed and the chin is tense. But when I opened my eyes, I was heartbroken again by the horrible situation that I saw again. Probably the most intense moment of her life. She ripped out her tongue completely.

Fluffy!

Her widowed body collapses powerlessly. "The town of the young aristocrat. 'The sound of something falling in the room, when only a small scream in the street rang, everyone's gaze swept away. Soon, I found her collapsing with blood gushing from her mouth.

The humans around you make a new scream. Jack's eyes, which he enjoyed for a long time, also turned to that side.

"Was that a suicide?"

"I think so."

Chloe disagreed lightly.

"That's right. Did you really think I'd let you get away so easily?"

In his foolish judgment, Jack pulls out his tongue.

"Save me."

After just one word, Jack returns to his joyful work. The commander walks toward the fallen girl, Cloak. Like the miracle of Moses, the people nearby splintered on both sides. When Chloe arrived in front of the girl without any disturbance, she took the potion and bit her mouth.

The sheer scent fills her mouth. The severed sole slowly rises and the bleeding stops. Recently, the only evidence that she bit her tongue was traces of blood around her mouth and dressing her clothes in red.

"Bring him in."

Chloe grabs her hair.

"Gaaaah!"

The woman is dragged relentlessly by Chloe's waxy hands. She grips Chloe's hand desperately to ease the pain. In front of Jack, Chloe throws a woman.

Qadang!

The woman lay in front of Jack. I messed up my polished hair. But she didn't even care about that. Pain, embarrassment, and horror came over me. Jack puts his hand on the girl's chin and makes her face stand up. I can see her face covered in tears and blood. The shaking eyes stare at Jack.

"Congratulations, young man."

Jack told him that he had tortured so far. Jack called him a young man because he didn't know his name.

"A beautiful lady to share your pain."

Jack puts the knife to her neck. She screams. Jack brings the knife closer. The cold sensation touches her neck, and she shuts up.

"Did I tell you? I will enslave you. You can't die without my permission."

The blade slowly lowers. Her clothes began to snap. It was a knife that didn't have a sharp taste, so it didn't cut well. Almost like a waxy rip. The white skin begins to shine between my clothes. A disgrace appeared on her face, but she could not resist. It was a complete realization. Rebellion is meaningless. If you ask your tongue again, the man in front of you will use the potion again. The Demon King did not even tolerate his own death.

"Hmmm, good face."

I grab my chin and turn my face around. It was definitely a pretty statue with cute features.

"How provocative would it be to shed tears on that face?"

Her face turns blue.

"Well, you're wrong! Wrong, wrong!"

She began to beg desperately. She chose suicide over fear, but now she's in more pain than death. Her skirt drenches in fear with a yellow liquid.

"You're wrong, so you should be punished, right?"

You take the blade to her side face. Her tremor is transmitted with a knife, like a cell phone vibration. Jack smiles and says to Callie and Chloe next to him.

"Sign the contract."

On Jack's orders, Callie and Chloe each started reaching out to people, each with a gem of the contract. The first one was the nearest middle-aged nobleman.

"Now, you heard the master, right? Please agree to this."

Chloe gave me the jewel of the contract.

"You know how to use it, right?"

But the nobleman hesitated. You have to live the rest of your life under that demon's thumb. I don't know what I'm getting myself into. It was when he couldn't do this or that in the dark of the future.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!"

You hear a long, tearing scream. The middle-aged nobleman turns his head to the place where he heard the screams in horror. The woman you just dragged in is being stabbed by Jack's knife.

"You'd better not think about it."

Chloe advised kindly.

"You can't run from death. Are you rebelling against dying anyway? Well, if that's what you're thinking, I want you to fix it right away. No matter how rebellious you are, your master will torture you for days and days to accept this contract. You can't die because you have so many potions."

Chloe takes her eyes off the middle-aged nobleman and looks around at the others and says her last words.

"If you're curious, you can try it."

There is still the cry of a painful woman echoing through the room.