The World of Masks

Late at night. Desert nights freeze rapidly, unlike the day that scatters murderous temperatures. Apart from the guards, AMSS personnel turned their fur upside down in order to somehow withstand the cold of digging flesh. The cold that even the bones felt like it kept kicking away their sleep. In order to stay awake to escape in any way, AMSS personnel dug deeper into the wool.

Unlike the members of AMSS who surrendered to the horses one by one for the cost of the effort, the tent that was assigned to Eun-hee was still lit.

Eun-hee, who was assigned a tent by herself, sat at her desk and stared at the map around her.

Fluffy!

You hear something fall from behind you. Eun-hee's eyes became sharper and she grabbed the knife that she had left on the side of her desk. I quietly muttered the spell with my mouth and got up from the chair and looked back.

The tension in Eun-hee's eyes fled quickly.

"I told you to stay sharp."

Eun-hee grumbled and undone the magic she was preparing for. The gathered vitality fades. As she sweeps her rough head up, she approaches the intruder, Emilia.

"I'm sorry."

How many times do I have to listen to that? However, there was no chance that the situation could be improved. Eun-hee grumbles, saying that every time I see her, her life force seems to disappear for 100 years.

"Where is he this time?"

Eun-hee taps Emily with her fingertips. It rolls. A limp of corpses crumbles at Eun-hee's feet.

The corpse was in dire condition. The eyes are drawn and the nose and ears are cut off. There was no place with no knife sheath, and I was so bloody weak I couldn't recognize the color of my original skin.

"Eun-hee came from one place that is suspicious."

"Hmmm."

Eun-hee scratches her chin. You don't seem interested in the horrific consequences of the corpse.

"You haven't noticed, have you?"

"Of course. It's not just once or twice."

Eun-hee crouched beside the corpse. You put your finger near the corpse's temple.

"Did you get any useful information?"

"Not really. It's all we ever knew. But I brought it just in case."

Phew!

Eun-hee's fingers dig into the corpse's temples. Eun-hee closed her eyes and muttered something. With enhanced vitality, it melts with Eun-hee's fingers into the marrow of a Smell corpse. Life force shifts around as if searching for something. Each time, the corpse flinches.

After a while, Eun-hee pulled out her finger to make sure she had achieved her goal.

"Did you get anything?"

Eun-hee shakes her head at Emilia's question.

"No. The information you get from looking at a corpse's head in the first place is just fragments. Torture is just better, unless they're really risking their lives and not blowing off information."

Eun-hee took out a wipe and wiped her fingers.

"But it's also suspicious. Abdullah Sarippi."

Eun-hee's eyes became cold. You tug your fingers. If you're in front of me, I have a desire to grab my neck and make everything I know come true.

"Should I do it, too?"

"No, it's okay. I've already sent Charles Lemington and his superpowers. Even if he is a man of God, that's enough troops."

Sending such troops in the first place was under the assumption that Abdullah could be the one holding God.

"We might just make a fuss and reveal who we are. We need to send out a world-renowned army of justice. That's why we gave the stupid intelligence group the information we knew."

Eun-hee sighed. It was a deep sigh like all the hardships until now.

"It was quite troubling to feed information to information groups in countries they didn't know anything about, as if they had found out. You have to use it well."

Unlike Eun-hee, who usually works behind her back, Emilia outruns the front line by the nature of her moves. They were both extremes and extremes, so they didn't really know what they were doing. The only person who knows everything is Jin, the owner. At least Eun-hee knows more about identifying and processing information.

But they both know roughly what they're capable of. Eun-hee anticipated how much trouble Eun-hee would be in if she got so bored.

"I'll be going, then."

Emilia carries a corpse. A stiff corpse hangs on her shoulders.

"If the situation is speculative, I'll take care of it."

"Don't worry, we'll never miss it."

Her expressionless expression changed momentarily. It's fierce and sharp. My spine suddenly flickers.

As it is, Emilia is gone. Eun-hee sat back at the desk. I turned the pen around and looked at the map and thought hard about the future.

The cold night in the desert goes deeper and deeper, even though something terrible has happened to the corpse in the middle and someone has been secretly visiting Eun-hee.

* * *

The dew in the cup pours down again. A drink in the glass filled with starlight pouring from the sky that night announces its existence.

Seeing the stars tucked tightly into the sky, Fabio grabbed his cup again.

"It's finally begun."

· · · · · ·.

Start. Uncommon words. But the word "beginning" had a heavy meaning. Nidelbad, the biggest perpetrator of the job, kept his mouth shut.

On the other side of the planet, there was a war going on. By comparison, only silence surrounds Fabio and Nidelbad. A space where even the voice of the silent god comes is sinful. The silence has aged well in preparation for the sound of heavy cannons and Abigail.

"But I got a call for help pretty quickly. I thought I'd be out for at least two or three more days."

That's the least you can do.

From that, Abdullah was clearly the leader of a rotten organization. As Fabio and Nidelvard, I was thankful to him for asking for the SOS right away, without being so stubborn.

"But we can't help but notice the extent of our partnership."

Even Fabio and Nidelbad could not predict whether such a large number of people would be mobilized. Especially with a full-scale army, it was completely unexpected.

They are always a mistake. There was no excuse.

You have to hide as much as possible. But you must keep your promise. We have to show Pan Chi Anne that we keep our promises. This is a promise worth keeping. And even if it's not a promise, we need Abdullah's power.

Nidelbad said coldly. A cold-blooded god who cuts and eats everything with his sword, in charge of conspiracy and treachery. Even promises are not merely to be kept, but are a balance to be weighed against gain and loss. Given the fact that I've been shaking hands with Natia lately, it doesn't seem like the same thing.

At least you can use it as a shield. It's enough to keep the enemy occupied in the Middle East. Due to the weakened power of the world, it will give strength to face us and Pan Chi Ann at the same time.

As Nidelbad calls his companion a shield, there is not a single shred of hesitation. As Fabio, it was the same.

"Yes. If you look at it, you won't see it right away. You'll be busy fighting Muslims in the Middle East. It's a world filled with idiots who cry out for God's name and burn their own lives."

Daughter!

A glass full of ice melts and slams into each other, making a clear sound. Whether Fabio was positive for what he said, or laughing at Abdullah, the deafening sound remained strangely in his ears.

"But it's not enough to defend yourself."

"What are you going to do?

"Let's shake AMSS."

Fabio brings the glass close to his face. His face shines on the glorious drink beyond the transparent glass. You can see the blurry eyes and the cunning light of the young. Fabio breathes his liquor into his mouth as if he were hiding it.

Are you trying to incite terrorism?

I didn't want to recommend it when I thought it was a terrorist situation. Whether Fabio agrees or not, he shakes his head to show his injustice.

"One foolishness is enough. This time, I'm thinking about breaking up relationships."

Human dissension must be eliminated within the organization. How many countries, organizations, organizations and companies have been destroyed by inhuman discord. Thus, the division of the enemy was an act that should be actively welcomed and, furthermore, candid.

"Dividing our enemies is fundamental to our strategy."

It's epilepsy. It's a great way. It's fun to watch each other fall apart, insult each other.

Niedelvard's voice was gladdened as soon as I knew who was responsible for the conspiracy and betrayal. Families, lovers, and keepers, such as those who seem to cherish and trust each other for their whole lives, insult each other, despise each other, and fight. Abuse comes from the mouth of the whisperer of love, and from the hands of the stroker. Moreover, the person who created the situation, all he has to do is pick up the back and giggle. Where else could something so wonderful be?

As expected, you are my contractor. So who are you going to separate from?

The opponent is important even if he tries to have an epileptic epilepsy. Even if you succeed in the epilepsy, you can only become jealous of the weak if their level is different. It will soon be trampled on the strong side.

But that's okay, too. It is also good to enjoy the crumbling with ugly jealousy of those who cannot get close.

But Fabio said he was shaking the AMSS. Then it's not enough to keep ordinary people apart.

"I should at least shake President Kim Jin-seok."

"Do you have the right person?

"Don't you see?"

A meaningful answer. Even Nidelbard has a good head. That was enough to answer. Nidelvard's mind, which deals with almost everything calmly, was filled with turbulence, like in the middle of a typhoon in the Pacific.

No!

His voice became louder and louder, even though he was usually unable to be quiet.

Think of the contract, Fabio!

Not just her, not just her. A beam of light descended from his darkness. I wish I was stupid, naive, and stupid. But looking back on all the paths he had lived, there was nothing more precious than her.

"Don't worry, Nidelbad. I definitely remember the contract."

Though he thought it was annoying, he chose to appease Nidelbad first.

"But the battle against AMSS is going to get worse. He's a superpowered opponent, so he'll probably face you more than the Allied forces. But AMSS is too strong now. We need to squeak a little bit."

Fabio raises his hand to stop Nidelbad from saying something.

"I'm not talking about attacking the sewers. Let's break our relationship with President Kim Jin-seok."

And Fabio asked his immature contractor who was in love.

"And you're jealous, right? The man with your precious god."

I've never seen it, but if there really is a demon, then maybe there is. Fabio's smiling face, with his fangs out, illuminates the window.