6 – Feelings (2)

[There is definitely something about the subject of the second Confucius of the Korean and American families.]

If he had been in an intermediate position, he would not have made this attempt.

But he’s a senior executive.

The way of thinking in his head was beyond the scope of ordinary people.

No matter what, the first priority to do.

to carry out royal orders.

Doing something more or less is impossible unless it is for the royal family.

That’s why Dante seems to feel even more strange.

One Confucius knows the ways of the executive branch.

[It’s strange, it’s really strange.]

“Keu, keugh!”

“Oops!”

Crunchy!

Dante, who had crushed the resisting knights to the point of crushing their bones, looked straight at me.

I felt a strong sense of pressure with just one gaze.

But there was no excitement.

I have fought against a warrior who can kill even a few transcendents, and I have fought against a demon king who destroyed the world.

The pressure of a high-ranking executive officer who is not a transcendental person is like a feather on his head.

[What are you? He is just an ordinary human who does not feel the power of a wizard, the power of a knight, or even other mysteries. But how can you withstand my pressure?]

As if he was trying an experiment, when he pressed the knights, a response came right away.

I’m still in the middle of being oppressed by the shadow, but I’m on the verge of passing out when the suffocating pressure comes.

That would make it look even weirder.

He didn’t even react to the fact that even a knight couldn’t stand it.

So he answered.

“It is nothing.”

no power.

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“So do what you have to do, executor.”

His hardened expression, on the contrary, made it look like he was being pressured by me.

Even though I know I’m right, I don’t want to do it because I’m reluctant.

he eventually agreed.

If he had decided to kill all the knights and Caron here, I would have changed my original plan.

[Yes, I do my job.]

The shadows covering the knights dispersed.

As the shadow’s power faded, the shadow that covered Dante’s body also disappeared, albeit slightly.

Tattoos all over the body.

Various bizarre ornaments.

It was covered with a form symbolizing a shaman.

His gray hair showed his age.

“Let’s go.”

The appearance of the executioner was very surprising.

At the same time as revealing my appearance, I also presented my voice without alteration.

Stealth is the most important act of an enforcer.

As he beckons, I feel a powerful force rising from the floor.

He seemed to know the exact reason for his appearance.

It is to completely restrain me without leaving any room to hide my identity.

Almost like a seal.

This is a powerful sorcery that cannot be stopped unless black magic is used.

No, because it’s really nothing.

A little bit of resentment came up, but it was fortunate that it went as intended anyway.

In the meantime, I saw a knight who was trying to move even when his bones were crushed to protect me, so I said.

“Stay still, knights, you cannot handle the high executor.”

Since the executor is concentrating on something, he thought it was when he was most vulnerable and would attack, but you guys all die.

If I was going to die for something like that, I would have killed this guy while dying five times in the past, who had signed a contract with the great devil.

Certainly, the knights who knew the fear of the executioner ahead of them did not act recklessly.

Of course, at the slightest request for help, he was ready to attack.

Even so.

There was someone who approached me.

“young master.”

She had a pale face, probably because she had been strangled by the shadow until just now.

It was a moment when the Archon was trying to seal me in the shadows with all his nerves, so we could talk for a while.

“…Why are you crying?”

Caron’s eyes were full of water.

Even if madness made him numb to his emotions, and even if he became less aware of other people’s feelings, this was certain.

she is grieving for me

“Didn’t you have doubts just now?”

And what I showed was enough to turn that doubt into certainty.

No way, that weak.

Because it wasn’t Argal Britten’s appearance.

Doesn’t Caron know about the fact that he has no pulpit and can’t kill a single ant?

However, he gave an unexpected answer.

“No, Bocchan is Bocchan. It just changed.”

“…why did you think that?”

“If it wasn’t for the young master I know, you wouldn’t have tried to save me.”

“People can save others.”

like a warrior

But Caron’s question stabbed me like an awl.

“But isn’t that what the young master is like now?”

have killed everything

My life is a life of repeated slaughter rather than helping others.

My heart honestly answers Caron’s question.

If it wasn’t profitable, there was never anything to save anyone.

Why did I save Caron?

Maid at best.

It wouldn’t matter if she was gone.

Rather, I went to try to save her, if it interfered with the plan.

In my rational judgment, there was absolutely no reason to seek it.

Still, I wanted to save her.

My heart, the heart that wanted to kill everything.

who he was trying to save.

why does my head hurt so much

Something I’ve been forgetting for too long.

What was swallowed up and disappeared begins to emerge again.

It was so trivial.

Not much.

one love

In the chaos, I feel the shadow gradually engulfing me.

The time left is not long.

“…I’ll be back, Caron.”

“Please come back. young master. If you don’t come, I’ll come find you.”

“It won’t be necessary.”

After saying that, the shadow completely covered my vision.

**

it’s a cold floor

No, strictly speaking, it might not be a familiar floor.

Half of my life was a hard, rough floor, not a soft bed.

I got up and looked around slowly.

In my hazy memory, at least a scene that remains clear.

It’s surprisingly familiar.

As if she had already changed her clothes, an achromatic gown covered her body.

I let my messy hair sit down and recalled memories of the past.

How many years have I been here

5 years? 6 years?

Due to madness, I couldn’t remember anything exactly.

I’m in the middle of thinking about what I did here and what happened one by one, slowly groping for things that don’t come to mind.

Tuck, Tuck.

The sound of footsteps approaching this basement prison stopped my thinking.

The silhouette that seemed frozen in the dark lighting was an unforgettable opponent.

First was anger.

To meet the person who made me live the life of immortality again after decades through regression.

The moment we met again, I couldn’t help but be filled with anger.

What followed was exhilaration.

One more time.

Because you can kill him.

Even thinking about it again, it was too neatly dead.

Even if you won’t suffer the same pain as me, you’ll have to go to a similar extent.

I couldn’t help but fall into such a happy worry.

Warlock Gaudium.

The one who succeeded in the immortality experiment and used me as a slave, meat shield, and test subject.

Undead are very useful slaves.

He didn’t die even if he was treated carelessly.

Any dangerous battle can be met with a powerful attack.

It was good to use as an experiment because it didn’t die.

dwell on hatred

Gaudium, who dragged me through repeated experiments to see if he could achieve immortality without side effects, ended up being thoroughly torn to death by my hands.

The result will be the same this time, but it will come sooner.

“Are you a new test subject?”

Exuding the gloomy air of a typical warlock, he looked at me with his eyes rolling.

It’s not a person’s gaze, but a look at the quality of the new meat.

“It’s good that he’s a decent guy this time.”

Even in this situation, I opened the prison door with a giggle as if I liked being still.

Gaudium is satisfied with the fact that he does not show much action even when the prison door is open and he faces face to face.

There were also a number of test subjects that stayed still at first, but then suddenly attacked.

It is also a memory that comes to mind spontaneously.

After receiving the curse of immortality and becoming his slave, I also dealt with test subjects in a position similar to that of the teaching assistant.

Naturally, the resistance of those who had fallen from ordinary people to the position of test subjects was fierce.

“I am a person with clear rewards and punishments. If you listen carefully, I will give you a small reward, and if you rebel, I will punish you. Shall I show you a good example?”

After letting them out of the prison, they showed me the prison across the street.

A girl appeared next to him.

There was no sound part anywhere, as if he had been tortured.

I didn’t remember.

Maybe it’s because he died too early.

At that point, it wouldn’t be strange if he died right away.

“Get up.”

Then the girl raised her head.

The condition was a mess, but the momentum was alive in both eyes.

I don’t know if he has strong mental strength or stubbornness, but he has a will to never give in.

If you see that the prisoner’s necklace worn around the neck is an unusual shape, it is presumed that it is used to block it because it has special powers such as wizards or priests.

“Are you thinking of following me?”

“Ha, those who have lost their humanity, go to hell.”

One thing is certain, that girl must also be a noble or hold a certain position, such as a priest.

Because if you don’t, you can’t have that kind of attitude.

With the pride that if you are a noble, you cannot become a slave.

If you are a priest, you cannot give up your faith by succumbing to a warlock.

“hehehehe, if that’s what you mean.”

The black magician memorized something.

torture magic.

Since black magic was, above all else, a force directly connected to the soul, putting someone into terrible pain reached its peak.

It wouldn’t be strange if I went out of my mind in 1 minute, no, 10 seconds.

When the black magic was activated, the girl started having seizures like someone with epilepsy.

…At that level, he must be a priest.

No matter how proud aristocrats are, they cannot overcome torture magic.

Torture that only priests who wish to die and return to God rather than lose their faith in fanaticism can endure.

So maybe I can’t remember.

I would have died there

“Did you see? If you listen carefully, there is no need for such torture.”

I nodded.

I needed to listen to him right now anyway.

That is until I get what I need and kill him.

Guessing that I must have been frightened of standing still, Gaudium laughs and gestures to go back to the prison.

When he entered the prison, he quickly disappeared, and only the presence of a girl passed out from torture magic across the street was felt.

Here I was troubled.

Whether or not to save that cleric.

It was a pretty awkward fact to worry about saving someone whose name I didn’t even know well, but there was still a part that could benefit.

I will learn and use black magic no matter what.

However, black magic is an atrocious force that leaves permanent traces when used even once.

I’m delaying it to use it as late as possible, but the moment I use it even once, those who are priests, warriors, or people related to divinity will recognize that I am a warlock.

That’s why even one person needed the help of a priest.

If you cover demonic spirit with divinity, unless you are at the level of a hero, it will be difficult to recognize.

However, in order to get help from a cleric who fanatically hates warlocks, he had to at least give him the favor of saving his life.

So, I started talking.

“Are you okay there?”

“Eggu… . Damn, dog-like warlock bastard, I will definitely burn them all.”

“…”

i am a person… . Did you not see well?