The World of Masks

"I'm plotting. I'm scared."

It can't be right what they think they're planning. Charles puts his head into it and thinks about what they're up to. But there was no answer.

"Don't even think about it. You wouldn't think at your head level anyway. If you think about it like that, you'll only lose your head.

"Hey, thanks for the tears."

I was worried that the number of hair that falls out every morning has increased, and that damn god sprinkled pepper. Both my father and grandfather had their heads cut off, so I couldn't accept them with a smile.

"When do you materialize?"

Do you want to see me?

"No, that's the only way to kick it."

Charles was only waiting for the day or the day. It was time to speak sincerely with this wretched god. Specifically, with violence, including fists.

Is it?

Charles doesn't care much for the sound of Ueron's reasoning. This bickering is almost everyday now. I leaned down a little to continue talking with Jinsuk.

It was then.

Whoo-hoo!

The light rises. With a faint vibration, the quartz and charles rise in shock at the light that appears next to Charles. Charles stands in the way of Jin right now. Electrocuted your right and left arms.

It was glowing in a moment. Like when it suddenly appeared, it faded away quickly.

Jinseok and Charles stare at the place where the light disappears with surprised eyes. There was something there.

He was a good old man. The old man with the white hair and beard was wearing clothes made of white cloth. It was like the clothes of ancient Greece and Roman times. The body appeared to be a thick muscle between quite exposed clothes.

The biggest characteristic was that it was translucent like a ghost and floating in the air.

The old man smiles and opens his mouth.

I gave you what you wanted. How do you like it?

I've heard this voice before. Charles' mouth snapped open. Even the face of Jinsuk was surprised by the light.

Suddenly, the lightning bolt in Charles' hand disappeared. Charles points his finger at the old man. My hands trembled.

"Are you, are you Ueron?"

Charles stammers, forcibly moving his tongue, stunned. In a way, he looked so stupid.

The old man seemed to like the look of Charles. You nod with a cheerful chuckle.

"Yes, I am Ueron.

It sounded like a joke, but there was definitely a noble and sacred ceremony there. Jinseok and Charles unconsciously acknowledge their loyalty. That was definitely what Ueron looked like when he saw it.

"How long have you been able to do that?"

Charles looks at you with a hesitant expression as he still remains in shock.

It's been a while. I just didn't tell him.

"Why?"

What are you going to say? Even if I wanted to be real, I could only appear next to this ghost now. You're no different than you were when you were inside.

Charles stoops to the couch. I gasp, holding my surprised heart. Ueron laughs again.

What's the matter? You said you were looking forward to my materialization.

Charles shakes his hand.

"Okay, okay. Let's not talk. I can see your tail anyway, and even if I punch it, it won't work that well."

"Well, even materialization is just a reflection of me in the air at this level, so it's not just a materialization.

Ueron strokes his fluffy, long beard.

But in a little while, it will be fully materializable. Then at least we can be human. A little bit, but I could be separated from you.

"Wow, that's exciting."

Charles is sick of it. By comparison, Ueron laughed again.

By the way, I've never seen you like this before.

"I see. Should I say I've never seen you before?" "

Jinsuk bowed politely. Ueron felt better.

You're a really good person. I want to make this guy drink at least for your claw's sake.

"That's what I'm trying to say!"

Charles shouts as if he didn't intend to tolerate this much taunt.

Look. In a moment of excitement.

Ueron licks his tongue. 'That's why the young people these days.' I thought it would come out right away.

Charles grabs the back of his neck. I felt like my blood pressure had risen and would have passed by just like it had seen in the Korean drama I saw recently. I unconsciously rummaged through my pockets and found a pack of cigarettes. Then I remembered that all the rooms here are smoke-free. I take my hands off the taste again.

"Let's just talk about the future."

Charles folds his arms and says with a fat face. Jinsuk and Ueron looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

* * *

It was a small house. The house stood quietly in a rare place nearby.

It was a so-called hidden spot where you can enjoy beautiful Austrian views during the day, but it didn't mean much after midnight. All I could see was darkness.

"Hooray!"

The bathroom door opens and hot, humid air pours out. Wiping my wet hair with a towel, a man in panties came out of the bathroom.

The six-pack was clear enough to make a man look like a cool young man with a muscular body and eyewear.

As soon as the man came out of the bathroom, he went straight to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator door. There wasn't much food inside. It was mostly beer.

The man picked up a can without hesitation.

Phew!

The lid of the beer can rang out. The aroma of beer flowed violently with carbonation. The man put his mouth on the can entrance. I spilled Mexican liquor right over my throat.

Gulp! Gulp!

Beer pours into the man's mouth constantly.

"Yaa!"

I emptied more than half of the contents at once. Even though my neck was aching from carbonation, there was no sign of it on the man's face.

Beer after work is always delicious. The man waved his shoulders in excitement.

It's time to be with the music. Then, not long ago, I remembered high-end audio that was inexpensive.

'Remote control · · · · · · · · · ·.'

The man wandered around the living room.

Halt!

The man's movements ceased to amaze. There was something in the living room. Soon, however, he noticed its identity and opened his fist with tension.

Stretchy legs are white as milk and breasts wrapped in a suit are abundant enough to be seen beyond clothes. A long silver-haired, star-shaped figure lay on the back of the sofa.

A familiar woman sat on the couch and looked this way.

"Say something, Mr. Emilia."

The man grumbles at Emilia, who doesn't seem to be of this world.

I'm glad I'm not a ghost or a tracker, but dealing with Emily was bad for my heart in a different way.

I've never seen a woman like Emilia, even though she has a lot of manhood. When we first met, if we had not been beaten to death with instinct while walking, we might still be thinking about how to seduce him.

But when I saw her, I couldn't help but be moved. It was that kind of beauty.

'Did the master save the world in his previous life?'

No, the opposite is true of what the master is doing now. The act of obtaining such a beauty is not saving the world in your previous life, but destroying the world in your current life.

"Looks like you did a good job."

I hear voices that are not human. Whether the beauty of the voice or the emotion of the work was not mere, it was clear that it was not human.

"I've done everything you asked."

The man proudly said. I sat still all around. The man was sweating cold.

What, is something wrong? '

The man desperately rolls his head, rather than looking at her silently. I constantly wondered if there was anything strange about the mission I'd completed or if I'd made a mistake.

But I don't remember anything.

"Are you angry?"

"You've done well on this mission. Including assaulting you."

'That's why.'

The man wrapped around his face.

"No, no, no, no, no! '

I also felt very uneasy. In short, attack someone who can wield his right to life and death. Moreover, if the master dies because of the master's command, they also die automatically. I only did it because of orders, and I wouldn't normally die.

"Well, you can't tell me that. I did what I was told."

Emily has been silent for a while. The man's face was covered in cold sweat.

Is this the pity of a middle management job? But even with all this nonsense, he had no choice. If it was wrong, it was wrong of the elderly who met him as a child and made a solemn agreement.

"· · · · · · · Understood."

Emilia raises a fierce gaze. The man sighs for relief. How did it go? Life expectancy seemed to have decreased by a few decades.

It may seem forgiven, but the man glances at Emilia.

Even slaves of the same class are inevitably in rank. He was also quite a burden, but nothing compared to your best friend, Emilia. More importantly, she is the master's concubine. One of the scariest things in the world is a pillow-head prosecutor. The nature of the owner I met doesn't seem like a person who would listen to me behind my eyes at night asking me to marry him, but you probably don't know. The contact with the owner is far over there. Moreover, the power is supercharged this way. The man had no choice but to bow down to Emilia.

"Don't worry too much. That was my personal feeling, indeed, and you have complimented me."

The last remaining worry flew away. Now I really felt like I could be relieved.

"Send my thanks."

You leaned back politely. Even the gratitude I was feeling right now, the greeting had no place to be polite.

"Then let's talk about work."

Emily raises her head from the couch and talks about the purpose of her visit to the man. The man also caught the broken heart.

"An opponent who has come into contact with you leading a group called the anti-metahumans organization. Hand over all their information as soon as you know it."

Emily's emotionless eyes flash like a flash for this moment, and the man feels that way.

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