Troller

Junsang frowns at Haraba's words.

“You don't give a shit. ”

“Why?”

“They have something to write about in the future. It would be a good idea to kill them for a little entertainment because they are the right people. ”

“Hmm...”

“I don't know about the servants, but I don't think I'd be thrilled if I killed them. ”

“Two words makes a nag. ”

Rices, who was listening to the conversation between the two men, said a word.

“It's no surprise to me that you're too naive to play the role of a pet. ”

Haraba asked about the appearance of a benevolent, yet unknowingly authoritative, unconventional Rice, unlike when it was a rainbow hair or a fairy.

“Who is this woman again? ”

Jun-san replied by gently wrapping her shoulders around her.

“This is Lychez, the queen of the fairies, my companion, and the mother of my child. Exactly the queen of the battlefield, but no one cares about that. ”

“Hoo.”

Haraba smiles in amusement, looking at the translucent wings behind Rices' back.

“It seems that there is no prejudice against the Demihumans here. ”

“Whatever prejudice is, most people don't know the existence of fairies themselves. ”

“Even so, prejudice is only possible after recognizing the opponent. It's a race...”

Haraba, who was thinking about something for a while, said to Rices:

“I'm going to ask you one question. ”

“Tell me."

“You resigned yourself from her position, or you had a compelling reason to. ”

A compelling reason for that.

I used to say it back, but in the end, it was half-hearted, chantal, etc.

Riches paused, blushing his face, and replied:

“In my case, I'd say I backed out on my own. ”

Haraba nodded and asked again.

“You seem a little young. If you don't mind, may I ask why? ”

“... ”

After a long time of youth, he chuckles at her side, and Rices pinches at her.

Of course, I don't feel much pain, but Joon Sang quickly turned his head and erased his clothes from his face.

“Why are you laughing? ”

“What did I do? ”

“Hmmm...”

“... ”

It's true that I haven't aged since 10,000 years, so it's a little awkward to say when I'm younger.

But no woman, no matter how old she is, can feel bad about looking young.

Especially for Rices, who secretly has a complex about Hennesses' brilliant youth.

Riches replied to Haraba by coughing for no reason whether he was aware of that.

“Thank you for your good work. ”

“Don't say anything.”

“If that's why you gave me the throne... I don't know. I have to say I'm bored. I wanted to know how long I should have been doing this, and that's why I found another goal in my life. ”

Haraba clapped at the end.

“That's it. That's it. ”

“Is that it?”

Haraba's tone with her changed very politely, regardless of whether she felt homogeneous or a bird.

As Riches raises his head and questions, Haraba replies with a slightly depressed expression.

“I don't know how long you've been in the Queen's place, but being a monarch is not a good place. I think I have the whole world at first, and I think I can do whatever I want... but sitting there for more than a decade or twenty years, I can't help thinking about what I want to do right now. ”

In Haraba's words, Rices nodded violently to empathize, and Jun-san had to smile bitterly at the two of them.

I'm supposed to wrinkle in front of the bungee.

If you go a second time without listening and not being in control, Haraba's fujim was even cuter compared to Rice, who had been overloaded for over 10,000 years and slept for a thousand years.

“Wives don't act noisy when they have a gap, and kids don't bother to hear Abby say she's got a thick head. I admit, of course, that I didn't care much about my family setting up the country, but where was I supposed to live by myself? Don't you have to think about whose blood and sweat all those things they eat? ”

“Who are you trying so hard for? Sometimes you want to flip it all over. ”

“But even if you think about it, you can't do it. ”

Haraba and Rices started chatting like that, pretending to be killed.

Joon Sang is still listening to the conversation between the two of them, and after leaving it like this, I feel like I can only stretch out useless fujim all night long, so I ended up in their conversation.

“So, what do you want to talk about in the end? ”

According to Jun-san, Haraba wanted to cough or something and said:

“Hmmm... the bottom line is... I've got a different goal. ”

“What if it's a different goal? ”

Haraba replied with a serious expression.

“Finding those who do Bell Laya or what they are and those who do what they are customers and uprooting them. ”

But Joon Sang asked:

“It wasn't because of that seed that you were able to come to the king's throne. ”

Hearing that, Haraba snorted.

“So, because you're grateful to them, take it." Are you going to cut off your own hair? ”

Joon Sang replied with a smile.

“Of course not. ”

Then he said again.

“Okay, but even if it's clear that they have the same objectives, that's not why they need to be handed over. Rather, if you have that goal, maybe you need to think about it in a more nationalistic way, rather than using them for a brief purpose. ”

Haraba said after returning to his mouthful, he felt sorry for Jun-san.

“That's what it is... but it is. Have you looked at the contents of my inventory? ”

Jun-san shakes his head.

“Not yet.”

“Surprisingly, no humiliation. ”

“Rather than that, let's say courtesy of someone who might later become a colleague. ”

“Courtesy will freeze to death. ”

Haraba grumbled like that and said again.

“If you've checked the pets, you know, there are all sorts of alien species in the world that I lived in. Mostly because of the dramatic decline in the number of wars against humans, and because of their heterogeneous appearance, there are some of them that are quite dangerous and powerful. ”

“Like those two sisters? ”

“Yes, like them. ”

Haraba nodded and said again.

“So by the way, if you look at the inventory, there will be a black medicine bottle, so let's check it out. ”

“You're not planning a trap, are you? ”

“No way.”

Joon Sang looked at the contents of the inventory confiscated from Haraba and found the black medicine bottle just mentioned.

After taking it out of the inventory, Joon took out his cell phone and ran the item check.

Item Information

Name: Cursed Black Blood

Level Limit: None

Type: the mediator of the curse.

Rating: Unique

Effect: Change to ‘Grauen’ if used on a corpse. At this point, if someone else's blood is mixed, the person is recognized as the owner.

Duration: Immediately

Re-use latency: none

Remaining Usage: 5 times

Description: This is black blood filled with the energy of the curse. Among the many subraces that exist in Padus, the most fearsome are the Grauen clans, who can absorb the life force contained in them by draining the blood of others, and this humidity has given them great magic and immortality. But this clan, which was so powerful, became a source of fear for most of the human race, including humans, and eventually became publicly visible and hidden from the world. This cursed black blood was made by the hand of a wizard who envied their abilities. Even though the party who made this had been caught and turned into the dew of the corpse before it could be used on its own, there is no doubt that the effect of this black blood, which contained the grudge of a hundred of the Grauen clans, was not enough.

(Caution) Only apply once to one person. Non-redundant.

“This is...”

Reading the description, Jun-san recalls the immortal hemolysis he had previously discovered.

However, immortal hemolysis and the black blood of the curse were of a completely different kind, even if their names or usage were similar.

The mediator of the curse that transforms the human into another race by using it on the human body.

“Blood thirst, immortal ability... a vampire. ”

“Vampires?”

“These legends are told wherever I live. I guess it's all the same wherever you think. ”

Haraba shakes his head at Jun-san's words.

“You may simply be a legend, but this is a species that existed. It is said that it was so dangerous that it almost destroyed the world. ”

“Wasn't that too futile to hit? ”

“That's because of weakness. ”

“What kind?”

Haraba shook his fingers and replied.

“Grauen can be resurrected after a while, even if his whole body is torn to shreds and becomes a handful of blood. But if one of those little fires falls on the body when it's defenseless, that's the end of it. ”

“The fire seems to be a weakness. ”

“It's not just a weakness. As soon as you touch it, just pop it! and doesn't even leave a shape to burst. Not to that extent, of course, because of the powerful horsepower when you're alive, but even small fires are deadly when you can't use horsepower. ”

“Hmm...”

Joon Sang thought of something for a while and asked again.

“So, are you going to write this to them? ”

Haraba nods.

“It's a little overwhelming to write to those bastards, but if that's what you want, you can make them puppets, and I can solve all the grudges, so it's a good thing for each other, right? ”

“Hmm...”

Definitely not a bad offer.

Although he used a fairy kiss on Latna, it does not mean unconditional and absolute obedience to the quadrant.

It can change a person's mind at any time.

However, if you use the black blood of the curse, you can at least relieve your worries about that kind of defecation.

The question is, do they really not know about a race called the Seven Kingdoms of Grauen?

Even though it was still severe, Jun-san had the idea that all the other races, including the fairies, might be the races randomly born by the administration or the Seven Kingdoms for the cultivation of seed.

If you do what you think, turning Valera and Latna into Grauen can be self-destructive.

Jun-san, who was pondering for a moment, offered Haraba:

“Why don't we do this? ”

“How?”

“If you think about it, it would be unwise to make them both Grauen. ”

Haraba frowned and said,

“I thought it was a good compromise to convince each other, and you refused? ”

As if it were about to explode, as Haraba growls, Rices awakens his magical power with a vigilant gaze.

However, Joon Sang said, drying such a lice.

“You don't understand a word. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

Turning to Haraba, frowning and questioning, Jun-san said:

“You don't have to make them both Grauen. ”

“Oh-ho...”

Haraba nodded and said again.

“But we'll have to put a safety net on the other side. ”

“That's my job, so you don't have to worry. ”

In response, Haraba stroked his chin and thought for a moment and said, "I feel bad again."

“I can't. I'm not the one with the knife sack. It's a little too bad, but at least we can match the assortment. ”

“So is it a decision? ”

“It's a decision.”

Haraba answered so and bit his finger and wounded himself, then applied the blood to his forehead and cried out:

“Haraba Ncheu, king of Lamellan, is at this moment... what was his name? ”

“Park Jun-san.”

“I swear I will faithfully follow my orders as a servant to repay the grace I received from Park Jun-san. ”

“Suzu?”

“It's a bit of a pet, isn't it? ”

“Yes, I do. ”

Joon Sang asked again.

“Did you just say that? ”

“It's like a religious ritual. If you break this oath in your own blood, you will be told that your soul will suffer forever on the fire of hell. ”

“No way, do you believe that? ”

Haraba shakes his head on a quaint question.

“Not really, but I think it would be Dory to show her goodwill. ”

Having said that, Haraba said it with his mouth full of life.

“Now, then... can I ask you to show me where those bastards are? I'll tell you what the Black Sun is then. ”