Usotsuki Senki, Meikyu wo Yuku

It is, of course, thanks to magic that Migliana Zerzen can manipulate the body.

Formerly a first-rate and clean swordsman, he was fascinated by the Devil's Sword.

When talking and comparing her present to her past, everyone drops their shoulders and says so.

When she was once a living person, it was a single sword that she made manifest herself as magic.

Demon sword that even rots the Lord who handles it. The Devil's Sword, which possessed a curse that far gestured the toxicity of Basilisk's exhalation, was a sword of blades that corrupted even its owners.

At the time, Migliana, who had already left her wanting to flourish as a leading swordsman, did not need such a sword. Even though my magic has finally manifested itself, it is a dish of curses that erode my life, not just my enemies. If it wasn't the swordsman who relied on such a thing, she was rather dissatisfied with how such a thing was her magic.

Migliana was a fierce man diving the labyrinth with just one sword.

But fate laid the way for her to grasp the Devil's Sword.

I knew that if I waved it, I would die. But I took the Devil's Sword when I fell into a predicament to stop the reverse walk of the Hierarchy Lord of the Fifty Hierarchies.

A demon quael with a firm will, mighty and incomparable.

It was a struggle that seemed impossible to spend all the power of the 'balance' to stop him from wrapping his whole body around a tough crust and scissoring the horns that stood in his head. The fifty hierarchical lords overwhelmingly ravaged the clan called 'The Balance' and headed to the ground to be reminded that the regular crusade condition of 'Less Than Level Fifty, Less Than Five' was only a dream story.

Thus, in her lifetime, she cut and killed the quail by waving her life-threatening demon sword to save her allies, and cut through her predicament.

Her people were moving well when the fifty hierarchical lords became dust because of Migliana's efforts.

As a corpse, he was fighting with Migliana. At some point, Migliana was fighting with her fellow corpses.

There's nothing to know how she felt then. At that stage, Migliana was certainly still alive. He was half-dead, eroded by the wounds of a fierce battle and the curse of a demonic sword, but he was certainly a living man.

To her, who crusaded fifty hierarchical lords and brought home his dead companions, the acquaintance gave her uniform words of comfort. I wept that the heroes were dead. I spared it when I saw Migliana on the verge of dying with a wound that couldn't have helped anymore.

In the meantime, Migliana says something right.

"What's wrong, guys? We're not here."

The garment was torn, bandaged to a wound that could never be fixed again, and the mad swordsman, who continued to cut and kill even when he died, said so and laughed calmly.

It was the moment when the world found out that Migliana Zerzen, master of the clan "Library", an adventurer but keeps the town secure, had gone mad.

So much less, she died biologically by the curse of the Devil's Sword, which is her magic and continues to manifest herself. He died, and he kept moving with his buddy's body.

The only one of the bodies left her with the ability to think, she kept the town safe with her companion's body and kept diving into the labyrinth. She took and fought with her rotten companions. No matter what anyone told me, I never wanted to admit to being dead with my people.

Together, we're fighting.

Thus, at some point, we are bare through seventy-seven hierarchies and also treading on eighty hierarchies. Ironically, the pace of the offense was clearly higher than the 'balance' before it was wiped out.

Now we have the momentum to reach the ninety levels. Or even a hundred levels, people were rumouring.

There was one body in the cemetery.

It was a corpse, no matter where it came from.

Naturally, the heart is not moving and purple dead spots appear on the skin where there is no blood flowing. From the gap in the bandage, which loosely hides half of her soberly beautiful face and all over her body, there was a peek at the scar that had not healed since her death and continued to rot. Blue-eyed pupils don't open and blink, and the saggy hair just swings in the wind like a golden thread ornament.

Its corpse, worthy of a cemetery, seems as if it were a sculpture of inviolability or a figurine so vaguely blasphemous that it cannot speak out in its voice.

Migliana Zerzen was such a beautiful, soothing corpse.

Because there's not even a living current flowing to shape the thought, it can't be allowed to do what she thinks right now.

But she walks through this town as if she were a living creature.

All the training she spent, she didn't even leave a shard of talent at birth, she threw and dedicated a whole bunch of beliefs through, she even threw away souls in the form of Migliana Zerzen who combined them, so she walked with her people even when she died, and she is fighting.

It was a quiet night.

New moon night when you can't even see the moon in the sky. Once home to the Clan "Library," Migliana turned her gaze to perceive the intruder who had entered there, now evening the building and becoming a cemetery.

There was a man standing in the cemetery.

"Oh."

Migliana blinked her eyes, then let them shine.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"

Seeing the man standing unquestionably approaching, Migliana laughs as she rolls the bell by the way.

A great warrior was there.

It was like the incarnation of a fighting god. An ideal embodiment of what a sword holds once dreams of. An unobtrusive figure that strengthens the natural body to its limits and makes the spirit supple and harder than steel. Even so, I don't see any virtue or goodness in him. The smell of malice and blood tangled all over the body is pushing against people who confront each other with such a sense of oppression that if they were ordinary people, they could clog their breath and die. Migliana thanked herself in a whisper for stopping breathing a long time ago.

Because otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to smile and welcome the man who gave up hiding his existence.

"Yes. I see Reapers are finally here to pick you up, too."

"Hey, sorry, I underestimated you."

Reaper greets Migliana with one hand up as if to meet an old friend, and makes a mild apology.

"Before I stir up the guy of the Fifty Hierarchy Lord, I should have checked down where it is on top of it. Honestly, I thought they weren't the ones who could beat Quael. They must all die in this town. But you survived."

"Heh, no, heh. This is how we all keep fighting. I beat Quayle and defended this town."

"Oh. I might even reflect on the fact that I underestimated you guys. Right. Sometimes thoughts glow when you die."

Men and women converse peacefully in a cemetery at night that scatters dead and rotten odors.

They had something that seemed to fit together at first sight.

"What is your name?

"It's Krook Looper."

"Yes, I'm Migliana Zerzen."

"I know. That's a good name. Name of birth and name of adult. I guess both named parents had love and taste."

"Pfft. That's a nice name for you, too. Something very, very much like you."

Accept the name of Krook Looper without surprise and tell him his name.

There was no question. In fact, Migliana doesn't know anything else about the person in front of her.

"Hey, Migliana."

"I don't know, Krook Looper"

"You're right"

Sudden assurance gives me a cute neck.

"What story?

"It's all about your thoughts. Surviving death and dragging this town around. All of it."

"Aah…… I don't know."

Migliana loosens her mouth.

"Heh heh, you heard everybody say bad things. No, right? You talk so much, you don't think you're listening."

"Oh. You know what? I was just talking. Put your stupidity and your flirtatiousness on the shelf. Bella, I don't think you're sane."

"That's right. Everybody's crazy. You're crazy about me, we're all dead. Hey?"

With a loving grin, I say.

"Because we're dead, what is it?

The inhabitants of this town are mistaken about Migliana Zerzen. Everybody's gone crazy because they can't admit her people's deaths. I'm mistaken. Or he thinks she's a heretic driven by the magic she left behind because she's dead.

But it's not.

"It's strange, isn't it? When I came back from defeating the Fifty Hierarchy Lord, we all cried. Look at me rotting little by little and say a word of comfort. Look at your dead buddy. 'You've had a hard time. Sleep tight.' It's like everything's over. Isn't that weird? That's weird."

She knew as much as her people were dead. He admitted to his death. But it doesn't matter because he's dead.

So she insists without breaking her grin.

"You're dead, so you want me to break up with everyone? You want me to stop protecting this town because we're dead? No, that's not possible. There's no way you're gonna leave us all like we're dead. It's hard for us to think that we've been rewarded with a temporary consolation and less than a glass of tears."

It was a calm but spectacular grin.

"We've been protecting this town for a long time. And continue to. It's not about being dead."

"That's right. Absolutely, you're right."

"Yes, I'm not wrong."

"Yeah, I'm not wrong. Because..."

"Yeah, because..."

"- Forget about people's deaths, because this world is crazy"

To the sumptuous truth, men and women laugh.

Between them, there was an absolute truth in common.

"You're in trouble for all the thin lovers in the world. Death can't tell us apart. Death can't tell the relationship between us and everyone in this town. Everyone in this town doesn't even know that."

"Ha ha. No, no, I get it, Migliana."

Around whispering to forget people's deaths. The act of turning the death of a close person into a memory. The thought that we can never forgive the consolation of oblivion. Rage against those around you who give up that death is the end of a person.

Krook Looper slaughtered a people who forgot their best friend's death.

Migliana Zerzen continued to bring her dead companions into battle.

For him and her, death is not a separation.

"Hey, Migliana. Why don't you be a hierarchical master? I have a hundred layers of authority now."

"Oh? I don't know what you're talking about, but no."

To the man's invitation, she took out her own demon sword.

A demon sword that rots your life. She was a first-rate swordsman even without this stuff. Sometimes he was proud to be a first-rate swordsman with his forged moves.

Such a thing rotted out a long time ago.

The thought of dying and continuing to rot and still poking her is one thing.

"We must protect this town"

She wanted to protect this town even when she died.

So even when I died, I was protecting this town.

That's the truth about Migliana.

"That's why I can't hear the sweet words of bad people like you. I don't need to hear more about it."

"…… Ha ha. Well, I guess I'll have no choice."

Even when the boundary between death and life was gone, she did not condone the evil that was in this town. If magic was just rampant without that thought, all these towns would have turned to the dead some time ago.

To Migliana's thoughts like that, Krook Looper pulled out a double knife.

"Pfft, will you remember me when I die?

"I don't know. You guys are awesome guys, so maybe I'll get fucked, huh?

"Pfft. I don't know who said what I didn't think."

Migliana purposefully says, setting up her magic, the Devil's Sword. Countless bodies gushed out of the ground as the Devil's Sword moved.

With my people, I want to protect this town all the time.

Even if I could have done so from that thought, the Devil's Sword was too deceptively twisted. Migliana must have noticed this magic when she expressed it.

On our own, we said we would definitely die somewhere in the labyrinth one day.

So there was born a demon sword that rotted itself and moved the corpses of its companions. Even if my people and I die, to be together all the time.

Are you alive or dead? Is your will still the same as it was in your lifetime, or is it just a puppet being driven by thoughts stuck to the Devil's Sword?

I didn't know that anymore, not even Migliana herself.

"Ha. It's true that I think you're amazing."

"But you're not going to get hit, are you?

"That's right. Shit. Whatever your daughter-in-law is, don't let a good woman like you blow you the right horror. I'm sorry. You guys are awesome - not to Iason. So kill me."

"……… heh, heh, heh."

The blade of the opponent's double knife. The glow of the Mithrill Alloy that pays off the Demon is Migliana's natural enemy. I'm with a fellow who's moving with the power of the Devil's Sword, and if that thing cuts me off, I won't be able to move. Of course, so is Migliana.

Take your people, dive into the labyrinth and try. Live, live, live, die, and still keep protecting this town.

And I guess I'll sleep here with everyone.

"Now, let's fight."

When this was the salvation, Migliana also knew very well.

"Migliana Zerzen died, apparently"

The story of leaving a tavern all over town has a relieved air.

"That undead, you finally dived into the grave"

"They found me screwed up in the graveyard. The body was burned and the bones were crushed with care. You look good in death."

"I don't know, man. It's about him. Now it's not weird to be a ghost and crawl around with your soul alone."

"Joke. I want the warden to hold on tight. I don't want you to give me that shit again."

"But yeah."

Someone shrugged as he exposed the mind of his thoughts from a sense of liberation.

"Who killed Migliana?

Shin, and silence falls.

Migliana Zerzen was undoubtedly a first-rate adventurer. Even before you go mad, a first-rate swordsman. Ironically, since I abandoned that skill and started directing corpses with demon swords, I had become an isolated powerful man boasting the power of one clan on my own.

A tomb guard in no one's hands, even though it is better than a maddening snake.

A demon swordsman whose killer joins his fellow corpses. If you get your hands on it, your opponent's battle power will increase as much as the damage is done. Who annihilated her for giving up even interference in the administration?

"…… It's Krook Looper."

It was the old man with the gray hair who crushed him.

It was a huge drink. He's had it all the time in the last few days. The amount of alcohol is also increasing in proportion to the amount of alcohol. No matter how much alcohol he drank, his body tremor never subsided.

"It's him... he did it. Other than that, it can't be......!

The men in the liquor store look at the old man who squeals like every wow.

What are you talking about, this grandpa? It was when that laugh was about to happen that what I was saying was changing.

Most of the people in the tavern were suddenly slaughtered and killed.

My neck rolls off with a grinning face, or he gets pierced through my heart and falls off my seat. As everyone finished their lives without knowing when or how they died, the only person who survived was an old man who couldn't even get drunk and trembled.

The old man was more afraid of the man who appeared on the spot than surprised that the people around him had been slaughtered and killed in early work that he could not follow with his eyes.

"Yo."

"Hih!

The man who cut and killed more than a dozen people who were hanging out in the tavern in just a moment walked not in the wind who cared about the whole place, sitting next to the old man.

"Long time no see, little (,) monk (,). Oh, nothing. I don't need to be careful how you talk. Speak as you please. See?"

"Oh, oh, Krook Looper............. Are you kidding me...?

"That's the only way. I just stopped by for a drink on the way home from the funeral. I'm sorry, but I don't remember your name or face at all. I don't know where or when...... you can't. I can't remember."

"Ya, I knew you did Migliana Zerzen... did you?

"Oh, she was a good woman. Thanks to you, now, it's been a long time since anyone's in a good mood. You don't give a shit, at all. Now. During the Golden Wheel, I thought you didn't expect me to... shit. This is why I hate it."

With the blood-dropping blade hanging in one hand, the most sinful man in history stirs up the liquor with a blatantly grumpy modus operandi and stands up.

"Well, fine. In any case, a little over two hundred years. That's all."

That's all I said, the man walked away.

Without concealing his discomfort that what was real in the world was wrong, he walked slowly, exposing himself to the blade of the extraction, leaving town where no one could have stopped him.

The day when the death of Migliana Zerzen was confirmed and the body thoroughly disposed of was the day when the clan 'Libra', which had long protected the town, disappeared with both fame.

The news quickly passed among the inhabitants and appeased them, but a mass slaughter took place in the town as if to blow that up.

A body that follows from the graveyard where Migliana Zerzen was slaughtered and killed and the body disposed of. Stop by the liquor store on the way home, to the checkpoint that leaves town. It was such an indiscriminate slaughter that the street cut and killed everything we met.

The only witness and surviving old man was remarkably insane and died of debilitation less than a week later.

Just a word at death.

"Krook Looper did it………."

Words crushed like every wow spread to the world with wonder.

If you're that legendary villain, you can do it. I can't help it if it's the work of that legendary big villain. Only that legendary villain would do this.

Thereafter, the unsolved heinous case is told that it will always be his work.

The slaying of the mighty will continue. And in the world of men, malice and evil shall not endure.

That's how people make fear into a liquor dish.

Without being caught killing people for generations, the ghost of Kruk Looper carved terror into every city in any age.