Troller

As the quadrant raises its body, the two women quickly return to their human form, in astonishment.

Then I saw a huge piece of iron in his hands.

I didn't know where that came from all of a sudden, but I wondered if it was the same kind of thing as transforming their bodies.

The question is, why did you take that out?

The question arose, but whatever he said, one of them died on his own, and the first time he thought that a rat human had died just because he faced his eyes, it was self-inflicting.

The short-haired woman closes her eyes and shouts out in a loud voice.

“Don't worry, I took care of one as I said. ”

“... ”

Joon Sang stops walking and looks at them.

Returning to the human form, the humble lower body appeared as it was under the tear.

Those who have a deep lust are likely to be drowsy all the time.

But Joon Sang quietly looked at them with his cold, sunken eyes.

“Why should we keep taboos? ”

The two women were briefly embarrassed by the sudden quandary question.

But at the next moment, I thought this might be some kind of fuzzy thing.

If you are in a position to sanction those who break the taboo, you must have a good cause for forgiveness.

Now, the question is, is this a process to make a cause like that?

The women who came up with the idea quickly put what they knew in their mouths, as if they were social novices who had fallen flat and had been interviewed by large corporations.

“Well, I mean... because the owners of the Seven Noble Stars are their own chosen buyers...”

First, a short-haired woman said so, but Joon Sang didn't react.

Of course, there was no change in their expressions, but there was no point in organizing their words and gathering information.

But when there was no response from the quadrilateral, this time a long-haired woman hurriedly said.

“... to prepare for the coming harvest day. ”

Harvest day.

What else is this supposed to mean?

Joon Sang wanted to ask about this, but it was unnatural to ask about harvest day again while asking about taboos.

I waited a while to see if there was anything else to say.

However, women only noticed that they were anxious about what they knew.

So Joon Sang changed the question once.

“What is a taboo? ”

When a new question came out of the quadrilateral's mouth, the two anxious women replied with relief that they had passed the first question.

“Unless there is a good reason, we must not do anything that would have a major impact on their society. ”

“Fill your desires and grow your strength, but be careful not to let them become alarmed before the day of harvest. ”

The expression was somewhat different, but the meaning was roughly similar.

The problem is the day of harvest, which was again mentioned.

What do they really want to harvest?

Occasionally, science fiction, etc. describes the Earth as a ranch artificially made to exploit the human body.

The first thing that came to mind was that it would be the same thing, but for that reason, there was no need to wait until the day of harvest.

Because if they are simply using their bodies, their power is enough to achieve their purpose now.

Of course, there may be multiple reasons for waiting for the means of transport, but if they have existed before the outbreak, it would be better for them to do things as quickly as possible rather than waiting for the threat to arise.

The two women trembled at the thought of being silent again, hoping that they might have answered something wrong.

Fortunately, a new word came out of Junsung's mouth.

“Why are you here? ”

When the third question came up, the two women hurriedly put what they knew in their mouths.

“to prepare for the harvest day. ”

The short-haired woman replied as if she had waited, but the long-haired woman explained why she did not think it was enough.

“To strengthen and prepare the Lord of the Seven Stars for the day to come. ”

After all, there's only one thing that matters.

Only one word is harvest day.

And it seemed hard to figure out if the information was not the "he" who directly manages the Dark Seed users, who thought it would spread around, like the owners of the Seven Stars or the women in front of their eyes.

To some extent, he realized that no more information would come from them.

If you think about it, there may be a way to get Dark Seed, but it was a question that didn't fit in with the flow of conversation, and it was not difficult to guess that the answer would come out without asking.

Because of this, Joon Sang looked at the two women for a while and said again:

“I'll give you a chance. ”

“... ”

As soon as she heard it, the two women held their fists on fire without even knowing it.

It was because I felt the intention to save myself from the word opportunity.

“I'll give you three chances. Guess who I am. ”

“... ”

However, after what followed, the two women were forced to get nervous again.

All the owners of the seven stars are eight.

The name comes from the name of the Northern Child Castle, which determines the destiny of man. Despite the call of the Lord of the Seven Stars, there is another star that is not visible to the naked eye.

The names of these stars vary from one culture to another, and are often used in the Oriental world to include the seventh and eighth stars of covetousness, castration, greenery, anthem, passion, silence, and patriotism.

Similarly, in the Western world, the names Dube, Merac, Pekda, Megrez, Aliotz, Mizar, and Alcohol correspond to the sacred name.

The question is, where does this guy belong among these eight things?

They often say they are the owners of the Seven Stars, but neither woman has seen them, nor heard of their impressions.

Although he mistakenly said that the seminal statue seems much stronger than they are, he now confirms the assumption that the seminal statue is one of the seven statues in the heads of these women.

“Will you give me a moment... to discuss it? ”

The short-haired woman raises her hand and asks such a question, but Joon doesn't answer it.

Instead, it exuded more intense horror gazes, matters, and the majesty of the rabbit.

“Hick!”

The short-haired woman pleaded guilty with her head on the floor, no longer being able to keep her mouth shut due to the quasi-pressive pressure that seemed to hit her.

“Sin, sorry. Please forgive me.”

I've been greatly graced just by giving you the opportunity to ask questions without even knowing the subject.

The short-haired woman sinned so earnestly, even feeling the urge to sew away her stubborn mouth, but even this time Joon Sang said without hesitation.

“Twice. ”

“... ”

The long-haired woman, who kept her mouth shut, turned her head and looked at the short-haired woman with grudging eyes.

It was because of the fury of blowing one opportunity out of three bloody opportunities.

The long-haired woman glances at the short-haired woman for a moment and opens her mouth carefully.

“Are you... a pagan, not an alkyd? ”

The Pagan Castle is the seventh in the North to organize the fight, destruction and destruction.

It corresponds to gold, even though it is named after a quasi-image with two large iron balls.

The long-haired woman replied by squeezing everything she didn't know in her own way, but the answer made it clear that the Seven Stars refer to the Northern Darkness.

Joon Sang replied quietly.

“One more time. ”

“... ”

I was as happy as I was to run when I had three chances, but when I blew both chances and left only one chance, the two women started to sweat and complain again and again.

Of course, Joon Sang didn't intend to save them from the beginning.

Guessing who you are was also a means to get more specific information about the owner of the Seven Stars.

However, the two women, who did not know the inner lining, repeatedly thought about it and then exchanged their own eyes and their hands, and gathered their mouths and replied:

“Oh, the eighth owner... of the castle... so Alcor? ”

Even though they thought for themselves, they were not at all convinced of the answer.

However, it was their guess to come out in secret and sanction those who violated the taboo, so that the master of the Seven Stars might be the master of the Eighth Star, the most secret and ominous being.

Of course, the quasi-judicial answer was simple.

“Wrong.”

When his words fall, the two women fall into a swamp of despair with a thunderous illusion in their heads.

Because it was so shocking that all three chances at the end of the day flew away.

However, as the quadrilateral slowly lifted the iron ball, the short-haired woman hurriedly grabbed the quadrilateral's leg and pleaded.

“I mean, please save me. I'll do whatever you want. So...”

The short-haired woman said so, taking off the laughter she was wearing at least and revealing the porcelain flesh unfiltered.

At the last moment, I decided to abandon all the pride I've been watching and use the only remaining means, the handover.

When the short-haired woman came out of the land attack like that, the long-haired woman hurriedly threw off her clothes and hung on her quaint feet.

“If you become a slave, I will become a slave. No, you can handle the livestock. Just save me.”

Although the previous battle had left some minor wounds and dirt, the two women's bodies were attractive enough to look at themselves unknowingly once they were men.

But the quasi-experimental gaze was only cold.

Of course, I didn't think of how to use these women as servants to extract or suppress their information.

Above all, however, there was no means of monitoring these women or forcing their actions.

Even with a Pet Necklace, it was already consumed to obey Queen Nymph Leeches.

Moreover, even if I could afford a diarrhea pet necklace, I could not trust these women at all.

They slaughtered their comrades who had been agitated so far without hesitation for a moment as their survival took them.

Of course, if we postpone the conversation, we can understand that there was knowledge among them, but even so, the fact that they have committed their colleagues does not change.

After all, it was clear that even if they obeyed the quadrilateral, if the same situation happened, they would betray themselves again for their survival.

What can a quasi-religious person see and trust them?

The women lick their shoes, or actually lick their boots with their tongues, but they stare at the figure with their cold eyes, lowering the iron balls in their hands at the women who lie underneath their feet.