Troller

After seeing Mia being dragged into the reception room with her back groaning, the family went inside and sat around the reception room, asking each other for a moment to say hello.

When the conversation ripens to some extent, Euras opens his mouth quietly to Jun-san.

“There's been a lot of requests for a herd in these places lately. ”

Though cautious, Jun-san replied with an unruly expression.

“Please make a list by moderately screening. However, the payout must be spot. ”

“Don't worry about that. ”

Although he won the Knights' Feud with ease thanks to the seminal award, the Brea family was also heavily expended due to the knights' choking and bargaining between nobles.

Although it has benefited from the existence of the family and the real rule of Ibeloa, these things cannot be filled immediately with funds that have already been consumed.

However, it is not easy to finance until the harvest takes place in Ibeloa, which has a land-based agricultural industrial base.

It was such a situation that the surge in the demand for sackcloth, which was widely evidenced by the gifts that Jun-san had prepared, among others, the nobility that had been glazed at, could not have been more than a delight for the Brea family.

It is no exaggeration to say that we defeated the Knight Feud with a dance that is only extraordinary, or enormous, but since we are helping to solve the problems since then, it is almost impossible to say that the position of Junsun and Hennesses within the family is now the upper limit.

Anyway, after talking about photowarriors or the recent movement of the court, I can see that Rices is sitting on one side of the garden hitting the field with fairies.

As Junsung and Hennessy approached, Riches quickly approached in anticipation.

“Are you done talking? ”

“Somewhat. But the number seems to have increased. ”

“That's what I mean...”

When I heard about it, it seemed like the fairies who had cooked Yuras and her face through Miara sometimes came to drink something like cookies, jam, and herbal tea.

Junsung nodded his head and heard about the number of runaway fairies he heard from Sela.

“Where are the rest? ”

Then Miara and the other fairies look at each other and begin to notice.

No matter how you look, it looks like you're hiding something. Lychez hits the fairies again.

“Can't you just tell me? ”

“Well, that's...”

Mia hesitated for a moment and opened her mouth quickly, astonished, with her hands on her waist.

“By now... most of them will be near the bald humans and the walls. ”

“Bald man? ”

Jun-san was able to understand that it was not difficult to refer to the photowarriors when he listened to Miara.

“I think I need to go. Rices, let's go. ”

“Yes.”

Lychez sits on his quaint shoulders and speaks to Miara.

“Next time something like this happens, double-click it. Okay?”

“Yes!”

“Just put your hands down and go. ”

“Huw...”

The elves sigh as if they were alive and knock on their shoulders.

Junsung and Hennes head straight to the vicinity of the wall, as Miara said with Rices.

Finding photowarriors and fairies was not so difficult.

“Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook! ”

The photowarriors were running outside the wall sweating from the morning.

At first glance, it seemed like a routine fitness exercise, but Joon Sang wrapped his forehead around them without even knowing it.

He would, too, because the photowarriors running around the wall were sitting on their shoulders or heads one after the other.

“Hahaha!”

“Run! Run! ”

Hennesses smiles bitterly, feeling a strange feeling, and Rices looks embarrassed and quasi-colored.

I think it's been a long time since I started sprinting like that because of the reddish skin or soaking sweat drops on it.

Maybe it's different.

One of the photowarriors falls out with an exhausted look to see if his fitness has reached its limit.

Then, as I waited, a photowarrior popped out and decorated his place, and the fairy riding on the shoulder of the fallen photowarrior moved over the shoulder of the new photowarrior cold.

“... ”

Looking quietly around the wall, a great number of photowarriors were waiting for their turn to come.

This is the same as riding an endless roller coaster that never stops as a fairy.

Even though I made a bait on Chocoba payments, I wanted to find something strange because of the abandoned fairy.

It's a difficult situation, but it's not so bad for Joon Sang.

Chocoba is a problem that can be solved by solving volumes, but riding and running on your shoulders is a problem that requires daily time.

However, even though I think that there is a lot of work to be done, it was a bit difficult to spend time with the fairies every day to burn and run.

Of course, I can't help but feel the pain of the fairies sitting on the shoulders of those fallen human beings laughing that it's good, but it's not cool to encourage them as a junior.

Joon Sang-sang dried up Rice, who was about to seize, and then returned quietly to his mansion.

Through Zelan, the representatives of the photowarriors were scheduled for the ceremony of recognition.

In the end, Zelan, who had a conversation with the photowarriors before that afternoon, informed Jun-san of his schedule.

“Tomorrow morning...”

When Jun-san heard the schedule and muttered like that, Zelan hastily added.

“I thought it might be too urgent, but there's no reason to turn this off...”

“You're not wrong. Very well, then, I will know and prepare it. ”

When Jun-san accepted it well, Zelan said again.

“This is where the Knights' Feud took place before. ”

When he heard that, he frowned a little.

“Should we do the march again? ”

Zelan quickly shook his hand and replied.

“No. Well... there are people who want to follow you and watch, but there's no reason to do that. ”

“I see.”

“I told them not to be late, because the little ones will be prepared by themselves. ”

“Got it.”

When Zelan returned, Junsung spent the day quietly unwinding in the mansion.

After such a day, the day was finally bright.

Hennesse said with a slightly nervous expression, taking care of the standard clothes.

“Be careful.”

It's true that he's strong, but he can't worry about a thousand photowarriors.

“Don't worry.”

Joon Sang-sang replied, and then she put her inner shirt on.

After a simple breakfast, Jun-san left the mansion on a ghost horse with Hennesses in front of him, just like in Knights' War.

If it's different from then, it's that Rices is sitting on his shoulder.

When Jun-san left the gate, the people who were looking around the mansion now and now followed him in a hurry.

The article was not as fascinating as it was during the Second World War, but there was more tension in people's faces than ever before.

After slowly driving the ghost horses through the boulevard, Junsang and Henes left the gate and headed to the place where the ceremony of recognition took place.

There were thousands of photowarriors standing in line waiting for a semi-final victory in the previous Knights' War.

In front of them, a tall campfire was rising high in the sky, and a white horse with a beautiful mane was tied to a stake without even knowing its fate.

Jun-san slowly drove the ghost horse, dropped Hennesses near the Brea family people who were waiting to come out in advance, and then slowly walked down from the horse to the statue.

As he approached, a warrior with a clean beard approached him and spoke to him in a godly manner.

“Is he the one who turned out to be the Red Fear himself? ”

“That's right.”

“From now on, we want to make sure it's true. Do you want to respond to the ritual of recognition? ”

“I will.”

“Climb the stage. The ritual will begin then. ”

“... ”

He slowly stepped up to the statue that was set in front of the campfire.

Again, a warrior with a large axe appeared before the statue with a godly expression, and he threw the white horse's neck with an axe.

Fuhuaaaaaah!

The white horse was cut off without screaming, and the photowarriors carefully picked up the blood emanating from the white horse and brought it to the large bronze battlefield in front of the quadrilateral.

“... ”

Joon Sang frowns at the hot blood that Kim is blooming.

I was looking at the photowarriors to pierce through the quadrant.

They knew that there was only one action to be taken next if the red terror was right, and so was the quasi-excuse.

“That's crazy.”

Junsang slowly lifts up the bronze basement in front of his eyes with impulse.

Then he closed his eyes and poured it over his head.

“Ohhh!”

“Urgh...”

The photowarriors flew without even knowing the bold actions of the quadrant, and other spectators who did not know the English frowned at the sight.

But that's the moment.

People felt a strange wave emanating from the quadrilateral body.

No, the moment I felt it, I had already retreated behind a footprint that I didn't even know about.

Some of the photowarriors who were still refuting whether Jun-san really had the ability to self-portray the Red Fear realized that the odd pressure emanating from his body as soon as he turned over the blood had come true.

Some of the people who had come to watch, or to spy, began to run back and forth without even knowing why, and others sat on the ground with their faces dull with blue eyes and trembled.

The one who is embarrassed and unable to help, the one who looks at me with a disappointed look...

Even those who endured a wave of overflowing conditions for a while understood that this phenomenon was never common.

“... ”

Joon Sang slowly opens his eyes, blindfolded with hot blood upside down.

Then I looked around at the photowarriors who were looking at themselves under a single image with a blunt expression.

After looking at the different emotions that appeared on their faces, he slowly stepped down to the statue.

The photowarriors quickly retreated and paved the way for him.

He quietly walked along the path they had taken, and only after reaching the middle of the ranks of the photowarriors did he stop his feet and open his mouth, looking around.

“Come on.”

“... ”

Crimson Dread.

A legend of photowarriors called Red Fear.

The simplest way to prove it to yourself is to fight a thousand photowarriors and defeat them.

The photowarriors slowly began to awaken the madness that was asleep in their blood as they saw more and more fear.

“Ahhh!”

A wraithful warrior rushed to the quadruple statue screaming, and swung a cauldron-like fist at his head.

But Joon Sang didn't move.

I just stood there and looked at the fist that flew straight at his glance.

Puck!

The photowarrior frowns at the strange sensation conveyed from his fist.

It's like knocking a bunch of wet cotton balls!

But the next moment, he felt his feet fall off the ground with a heavy shock flying into his abdomen.

And without understanding what was going on, he flew far into the air and hit his back hard on the ground and fell down.

The photowarriors were astonished.

Their trained fists were capable of shaking beautiful trees and shattering large rocks.

Even though I got hit with a straight fist like that, I can't shake it.

However, Jun-san opens his mouth quietly, accepting the surprise of the photowarriors.

“It's annoying, come at once. ”

“... ”

“Come and prove yourselves. ”

The photowarriors listened to it and realized it.

Jun-san didn't come here to get their recognition from the start.

He came here to see if the photowarriors really had the reputation and the value of the name.

Are you really the ones who can follow me?

Are they not lacking enough to be called true photofighters?

That's what Junsung's eyes were asking.

How absurd of a confidence.

But the photowarriors did not feel it was insulting.

The Red Fear is prophesied to make their cry come true.

It was they who were the hardest if they didn't have that much strength.

The photowarriors looked at each other for a moment and exchanged snowflakes, and within a minute, they shouted and rushed toward the quadrant.

Immediately, the fists, feet, head, and shoulders of the photowarriors begin to pound.

However, he accepted all of the attacks without moving a single step and returned them with that power.

Every time a quaint fist and foot move, the photowarrior's copper body flies through the air and drops to the ground.

But they lay on the ground, panting for a while, and within a few hours, they got up, and saw the red blood of a white horse, which had been buried in their body, and ran to the quadrilateral, laughing and screaming again.

Those who followed me to see that it was a ritual of recognition were just as bored.

It's ridiculous.

What nonsense is this?

It was absurd to take the fists of a thousand photowarriors to their bare bodies, and even though they flew far and far away from the distance they could see to be struck by him, it was absurd to see the photowarriors rising and running again.

Only then did people realize.

They realized why they were called mad warriors, and now they had to repress their desire to flee.

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