135. Laios Mountains (5)

A night when everyone is asleep.

Julie slowly raised her eyelids.

She rolled her eyes and looked around.

The vigilant soldiers stood guard with their eyes wide open, but

Julie was rather free of movement.

The reason is, without a doubt, Zeke Kleiman.

Because he professed to take care of himself.

The knights tried to disobey his order and keep a distance, but no one was looking at Julie.

However, that doesn’t mean Zeke Clay was the only one standing by his side 24 hours a day.

As soon as night fell, he went into the tent like a nuisance.

‘Still, I can’t run away… … .’

Wouldn’t your neck run away the moment you take a step to run away?

Those who are still alive probably believe that they have undisclosed secrets or a fleeting whim.

It was Julie who escaped hunger thanks to Zeke’s whim,

You never know when your life will end due to that whim.

The meal was eaten, but Julie still did not have the slightest sympathy for Zeke.

There really wasn’t. There really wasn’t. Seriously.

‘Still, it was filthy delicious… … . Churup.’

When I recalled the bread I ate earlier, my mouth automatically salivated.

‘Oh, no. This is not the time for this. I have to leave a record!’

Julie erased her hazy eyes.

Anyway, I’m missing

Soon, Lost Hope, sensing something strange, will send a tracking party to investigate.

So it was necessary to leave a record recognizable only to Lost Hoff.

Julie looked around and confirmed once again that there were no eyes watching her, and twisted her shoulders to pull her hands tied behind her back.

Wood deuk-

Wood deuk-

That’s how the movement of the hands found a little freedom.

Julie bit the tip of her thumb deeply.

He rubbed his red bloody fingers on the floor, leaving a mark of Lost Hope and covering it with dirt.

‘Because I’ll dispatch a blood dog to pursue it. I’m sure you can find it.’

Then Julie carefully tore off her clothes.

With the tip of his sharp fingernail, he began to quietly leave a mark on it so as not to make a sound.

Secret language used when carrying out covert operations.

It was a character she used to use because she could put a lot of meaning into one character.

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“Lost Hope Secret Journal”

By: Battle Bishop, Julie de Rosthoff.

Date of writing: From the 27th day of the Red Moon. End date undecided.

◆ The following information is written every night before going to bed and is a record equivalent to 《Top Secret》.

I will leave an urgent secret marker.

It is not possible to say for how many days you will survive.

As soon as you find it, deliver it to Hope at the bishop level or higher.

─ Please for Lost Hope.

See Decoding Nos. 17-5 of His Great Will.

◆ Information.

I was given the task of inspecting the offerings prepared by the head of the Adventurers Guild.

Somehow, it was the reason that the letters the union leader had been sending lately had been unstable.

It was only natural that the day when the demon king would arrive was approaching, so it was natural to deal with it carefully.

He gladly went to the Adventurer’s Guild to carry out his mission.

I started following him for a day without disclosing the visit to him.

As a result of tailing, we were able to capture suspicious circumstances.

The head of the Adventurers Guild was touring various shops and preparing to set out on a journey.

It was nothing strange to see it being prepared to transport the sacrifice to the Laios Mountains.

In addition to his own, he was also purchasing other people’s travel items.

That was the first time I became suspicious of the adventurer’s guild leader.

He had everything ready, even items that he didn’t need to buy two because he bought them as spares.

It seemed like it was necessary to continue tailing.

next day.

Early in the morning, the adventurer’s guild leader rode a horse and left as if being chased.

And the place he headed was in a forest where people were rare.

I thought it was a place where the hostages were hidden, but it wasn’t.

Waiting there was none other than the White Tiger Knights of Joheiden disguised as hostages.

Yes. The adventurer’s guild leader betrayed me.

Immediately, I showed up and asked the Duke of Joheiden a few questions.

I was able to get some amazing information.

─Joheiden was involved in the disappearance of Faith Bishop Holraven and his followers.

─ They had the skills to break down the ‘wall’. The method is to apply the magic stone to the sword.

As soon as I figured out that fact, I used my authority, [Lost Space], and started fighting.

Contrary to what was expected of the powerful because the bishop of faith was massacred, their arms were terrible.

Of course, the magic stone coated sword was a way to harm us enough, but

The Joheiden Knights were weak enough to be defeated by all the untransformed shadows.

When I was suspicious of him and continued the interrogation.

Tearing up the lost space, ‘he’ appeared.

A young man with dark eyes and dark hair.

face is ugly. Large, muscular, average body type.

In his hand was a strangely shaped sword resembling bread.

To tell you the conclusion… … .

I am defeated.

before overwhelming force.

I was not caught off guard.

However, nothing worked.

he is so strong

like… … . like the devil

the man’s name.

Zeke Kleiman.

He called himself a warrior.

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Julie’s hand, which was writing down, stopped.

When I recalled that moment, fear struck me again.

A dreadful fear flooded my mind.

‘I’m scared… … . I’m afraid… … . monster… … . I don’t want to deal with I don’t want to face… … . black eyes, black hair. Why does such a thing exist in the world… … ? no. I have to run… … .’

Julie’s eyes twitched and her breathing quickened.

A cold sweat broke out along with the tears.

In a state of panic, she shook her head and shook her head.

‘Calm down! The important thing now is to leave a record!’

Julie wiped the wet palms on her knees and gritted her teeth.

She continued writing with her trembling fingertips.

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Through conversation, he caught his guard and launched a surprise attack with one shadow, but it was dealt with in an instant.

He lowered his eyes like an absolute being who sees small things, and relaxed as if telling me to do everything he could.

I didn’t let go of my guard at those words, and I calmly started preparing for the transformation.

Zeke Kleiman literally waited for all of my preparations.

He just looked at me with cold eyes until the transformation of the shadow was over.

So I launched the strongest attack I could.

What happened was an instant.

just a light step.

I was just walking slowly

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My shadows turned into small pieces of meat.

I couldn’t catch when his sword was drawn.

I don’t know how or when my shadows were struck.

In the end I was defeated.

And what followed was a terrible torture.

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Julie wrote about the torture Zeke had done, and even wrote that he had confessed the secret of Lost Hope because he couldn’t stand the torture.

Because he wanted to make a minimum of repentance by conveying information, not to make excuses with lies.

And Julie, who was finishing her sentence like that, tilted her head.

‘But something… … . There’s a lot of talk about bread… … ?’

Of course, it was nothing strange to see the scene denying the doctrine of ‘There is no recovery magic’ in Lost Hope.

And since I had the opportunity to actually eat the bread, it is very important to write down my impressions.

Julie read her writing again.

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Zeke Kleiman. The bread he tossed to me as if it were right for me was a taste that I didn’t think was of this world.

delicious. It’s really good. It was disgustingly delicious.

When I first received the bread, the first thing that surprised me was the bombardment of the savory smell.

The savory fragrance vibrated so much that one could move to find the smell of this bread even from a kilometer away.

Lost Hope wants you to keep this in mind.

To express the texture, the outside was crispy, and the crispiness that crumbled between the teeth was the highlight, and the inside melted as soon as it touched the tongue, as if stroking the soft skin of a child.

That’s right, crispy on the outside, soft on the inside.

The taste was light yet sweet. However, I dare to expect that it will not be sweet with artificial seasoning added.

The more I chewed, the more explosive flavor and sweetness came out, and I wanted to roll it in my mouth forever, but I swallowed it without realizing it.

How would you describe the taste?

I could eat only this for the rest of my life. no really good I want to.

I can’t think of any other food. No, rather, you should not come in because you have to leave this taste in your mouth.

Now that I think about it, I feel choked up in the middle, so the pieces of bread I hurriedly passed along with water are such a waste.

I think the reason why I can wake up and write like this right now is probably thanks to that bread.

Could it really have a recovery effect?

Oh no. It can’t be. Lost Hope taught me that there is no recovery effect.

anyway! The bread was so delicious.

I still want to eat that bread.

As long as there is bread, there is no need for anything else.

Tomorrow, too, will Zeke Clayman bring bread?

won’t you bring it?

It is unknown.

But I wish I had brought it.

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May his whims continue tomorrow.

I want to eat bread… … .

I want to eat again… … .

I really want to eat… … .

If tomorrow he gives me another bread, I’m going to save it this time for a really long time.

It’s really delicious.

too.

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He re-read what he had written, but found nothing unusual about it.

I wrote honestly about what I was going through. There was no lie in the description of feelings and emotions.

When describing the bread in the middle, the description ‘Maybe it really has a restorative effect’ caught her eye slightly, but surely, the roast hope would understand as an exclamation that it was just as delicious.

In particular, her appreciation for the bread she wrote at the end makes her mouth water as if she had written down her own thoughts.

At first, the report that I started writing seriously turned into a restaurant review before I knew it.

Julie didn’t find any awkwardness there.

Well.

Julie nodded as she read what she had written.

It was buried where it left traces of Lost Hope.

“bread… … . I want to eat again.”

growl-

Her belly cried at the moonlight.