Episode 102: The Night of Purge (1)
Once the situation was vaguely sorted out, it didn’t take long to finish preparations.
After confirming my intention to join, the inspector agreed to accompany me without saying anything.
At first, Media was absolutely against it, but when she saw my determined gaze, she nodded her head as if pretending not to do anything.
His expression was filled with displeasure, but there was no time to delay any longer.
While everyone was busy doing their own thing, Weapon, who was standing alone and looking embarrassed, spoke to them.
“… Manager, are you really going?”
By the way, Weapon is obviously left out of this. He has an extraordinary brain and would be a great help as a healer, but he is a seventeen-year-old boy.
There was going to be a bloodbath, so I couldn’t take Weapon, who was a minor.
… Well, I am still a young and vibrant person… … But I am an exception, as I am already approaching my 40s.
I looked straight into Weapon’s eyes. His gaze was filled with a mixture of emotions.
I owe him a lot today. He explained the recent events to the three giants on my behalf.
Even though he must have felt wronged by my ridiculous excuses, he didn’t utter a single word of complaint. Even in the dire situation where he was about to cut off several heads, he was a weapon who worried about me first. I felt more than grateful to him.
I put my hand on his shoulder with a calm, settled gaze.
“Wait here, I’ll be back soon.”
“… … .”
Weapon’s expression was filled with concern. I silently patted his shoulder and passed him by. That’s when the office door opened halfway.
“Strong Sword Horse!”
The weapon called out to me.
“… I know you won’t, but don’t come here hurt. Saki is already hospitalized, and if you end up in the hospital too, it’ll be too hard on me!”
“… … .”
Parrani’s trembling voice.
I walked forward without looking back.
* * *
Inside an old, abandoned building where the color on the walls is peeling off.
People with their hoods pulled down tightly began to gather one by one.
The eyes were shadowed, but the mouths were all distorted.
“What the hell, Professor, this kid thinks we’re easy to text like this!”
A man shouted fiercely. He stamped his feet roughly as if he were going to smash the floor. It was because of the text message that appeared on the other side of the cell phone screen.
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〈☆Lucky Letter★〉
This letter was first sent from Maple country, and has been going around once a year, bringing good luck to the recipient, and now this letter has fulfilled its mission and has reached the last person. To you who has received this letter, a great misfortune will befall you tomorrow at 16:30.
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By. Pr0f3$$or
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Such a dog-like phrase that it’s a shame to even laugh at it.
However, since the sender written in secret was a professor, I couldn’t help but feel angry.
“I can’t do it anymore.
The woman, who was leaning against the wall, sneered at the man’s violent reaction.
“Ugh, you’re talking nonsense even though you came running here out of breath because you were so scared when you saw the text.”
“Who said he was scared!”
“I’m just as unlucky as the professor. But what can I do? Even if I’m unlucky, I have to criticize him.”
The woman shrugged and folded her arms again.
The man twisted his lips as he looked at her. Then he looked around while chewing on the curse words rolling around in his mouth.
There were five people gathered. Perhaps because there were so few people, the musty, musty smell lingered in my nostrils more unpleasantly than usual.
The man, feeling a sense of foreboding, spoke as if spitting something out.
“But why are we the only ones here? Usually, when you call, don’t they all gather?”
“… … .”
The men just made strange expressions at the man’s words.
That was a question for them too. There had been one or two vacancies, but never had they gathered in such small numbers.
Even if the professor had instigated a secret meeting, why did he summon them with such a trashy text message? That too is a first.
As time passed, the thoughts piled up layer by layer, and the feeling of discomfort gradually began to turn into a feeling of alienation.
‘Something is strange.’
Not only the man, but also the others intuitively sensed that something was wrong. There was a sense of wariness in the eyes that swept over each other.
The villains narrowed their eyes as if they had made a promise.
“… … .”
There was silence.
Although no words were exchanged, they were ready to point their fingers at each other.
Crunch, crunch, crunch
At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed from the door.
The sharp gazes that had been directed at each other suddenly turned in that direction. Their eyes sparkled ominously in the dark.
‘There is no perceived magic.’
Even though my sensory sphere was heightened by the tense tension, no magical power was detected.
Outsider? But this place is used only by villains, and it’s at the end of the premises, too far for anyone to accidentally visit at this late hour.
‘Then who is it?’
The man squinted his eyes and looked beyond the door. Then, from where his gaze was directed, a mysterious voice was heard.
“Oh my, how did these guys find a place I don’t even know about? You knew about this place, Zeke?”
A woman’s voice that sounds familiar.
The moment I tilted my head wondering who it was, the owner appeared.
At the same time, all eyes widened in surprise.
The man blinked and his voice soon trembled.
“Ha, principal… …!?”
The man’s pupils shook greatly at the appearance of the media.
Finally, the man started spitting and swearing.
“What, what, why is Media here!?”
In the midst of all this, Media completely reveals herself. Then, she breaks the silence and opens her mouth.
“Hello? You scumbags.”
“Hey. What the fuck!”
The man spat out curses as if he was having a fit, then immediately raised his magical power. The rest of them who had been standing there blankly also came to their senses and followed suit.
Many questions floated in my mind, but the opponent was the opponent. I was in no position to be picky.
‘The Wise Media.’
He has a beautiful appearance of a man in his twenties, but he is a veteran who has been through a lot. And he is the only hero among the Seven Star Heroes who does not have a set position. The reason is―
Woohoo!
While gathering her magic power, Media turned around and shouted as if it was nothing.
“Hey! Zeke! Come quickly!”
As soon as the words were spoken, a new figure emerged from behind Media and spoke.
“The smell of garbage was so bad that I had to take a step back for a moment.”
“Hey, you’re going to be so clean in the middle of all this!?”
The old man finally revealed himself. The villains stared at him with their mouths wide open in bewilderment.
A man with white hair that sparkled like pure silver in the moonlight and golden eyes that blazed like the sun.
“Hey, the inspector?”
The man stuttered. Some rubbed their eyes as if doubting whether they were seeing correctly, stopping charging their magic.
The inspector stood next to Media. He pinched his nose, glanced around the room, and frowned.
“There is less trash than I thought.”
“That’s right. If I had known this would happen, I would have come alone. Or would you like to join the Geommane while you’re at it?”
“Okay. Let’s take care of this quickly and then join together.”
Even in the midst of the ominous resonance of magical power, only the two people’s affectionate chatter permeated the concrete wall. It was as if the villains themselves were not even in sight.
‘These dogs are completely ignoring us.’
But thanks to that, the man was able to gather enough magical power. The magical power that had accumulated heavily in his fingers made the corners of his mouth turn into arsenic.
The man quickly reassembled his magical power and sent it to his fingertips.
widely!
I popped my fingers.
Ss …
A wind mixed with the pungent smell of water blew.
Immediately, blisters began to form in the air, and soon the water spouts formed into a clump.
An ability personally taught by the 3rd Corps Commander, my lord. It appears to be a simple water attribute magic, but it is mixed with poison.
The man thought. His opponents were two of the Seven Heroes. Even the most hated target among the villains, the Sword Master, who was called the strongest in humanity, and the wise Mediah.
Even if the five villains were present, they wouldn’t have been able to stand up to them originally.
But if the five of them work together, what else can’t they kill? It’s been 40 years since Media left the front lines, and Geomje has lost an arm.
‘Kill by making them let their guard down.’
The man used the moisture in the air as a medium to communicate with the villains.
-I’ll take the front. You four, attack from the left, right, top, and bottom. Even the Seven Stars won’t be able to fight against a wide-ranging attack.
The rest of the men nodded silently at the man’s message. Although they were reluctant to give orders, he was not wrong.
Then, suddenly, Media stopped talking, slowly turned her head, and stared at the man. She tilted her head sharply and then opened her mouth.
“You. Do you think I don’t know?”
“… … !”
The man felt a tingle run down his spine. Just like the wise man’s reputation, his eyes seemed to pierce through all his thoughts. The man felt sweat forming on his palms and shouted.
“Get behind!”
Just before firing dozens of water augers.
“Hey, where do you guys learn lines like that? Why are they so cliche?”
Media shook her head and then took a big step forward.
Phew!
Immediately, a green light slowly flickered across the man’s retina.
It definitely seemed like it was 10M ahead, but how… …?
Before the question could even cross my mind, I felt a dull pressure on my left side.
Crap!
And then, in the middle of the enemy lines, Media was pinning a man to the ground with one hand. The man’s head was planted directly on the ground.
He wasn’t caught off guard or caught off guard. Without being able to put up any resistance, the man’s shoulders were planted on the concrete floor.
She took a short breath and raised her fist high. As a huge energy gathered in her clenched hand, the power struck the back of the man’s head.
Cracks – A floor that cracks like a spider web.
puck!
There was a noise like something hard breaking.
The villains stared blankly at the sight. One of them muttered, sweat dripping down his face.
“Po, Tyrant… …!”
―Another famous story of the media that spread through word of mouth.
The reason she doesn’t have a position is because she’s too strong to be characterized by strength. The inspector sighed and shook his head.
“Mediah, you really don’t know moderation.”
Media slowly rose from the fluttering dust and knelt down. Then she opened her mouth with cold eyes.
“next.”
Fear quickly rose across the villains’ faces.
The tyrant has returned.
* * *
As the entrance to Claude’s annex came into view, Al’Tair suddenly spoke to me.
“Ganggeomma, you are truly an unusual young man.”
I looked at Al’Tair with a bewildered expression at his sudden words. His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were expressionless.
He’s basically an assassin, so it’s hard to read his emotions. All you can tell is that he has no hostility or ill will.
Al’Tair turned his gaze forward again and opened his mouth.
“I’m not bragging, but since it’s my job, I’m good at reading people’s minds. As I approach seventy, my body ages, but my eyesight has become sharper. But the funny thing is, I just can’t read what kind of person you are or what you’re thinking, Ganggeomma.”
“… … .”
“Yes, those eyes. Those eyes that made this old man tremble in fear for the first time in his life. They are black eyes that have all emotions, thoughts, and humanity cut out, like a single knife.”
Al’Tair tilted his head back and looked up at the night sky. After staring at it with desolate eyes for a while, he lowered his head and turned it towards me.
Al’Tair asked with determined eyes.
“… Do you know the criteria for distinguishing between humans and monsters?”
“… … .”
After a few seconds of being dumbfounded, wondering what the question was, Al’Tair continued with a faint smile.
“Monsters think they are ordinary people.”
A sudden question and answer. I tilted my head.
“What does that have to do with the current situation?”
Al’Tair’s red eyes scanned me. Then he spoke with a hard expression, as if nailing me in.
“Don’t be a monster.”
As he spoke, Al’Tair stared straight ahead. The moon was hidden by clouds, and darkness fell over the world.
Al’Tair whistled. It seemed as if the air current had been artificially changed.
Sweep— Sweep— Sweep—
Sweep— Sweep— Sweep—
Human-shaped shadows appeared simultaneously in the darkness.
They were all dressed in murky black clothes and their eyes glowed red. They were the most elite assassins in Auditore.
‘… What, he’s there too?’
Among them, one person in particular caught my eye. Although his entire face was covered, leaving only his eyes visible, I could tell it was Knox.
Since he was called Auditore’s prodigy, it seemed like Knox had naturally joined. The guy avoided eye contact with me. I didn’t pretend to know him either.
thud
“Aditore.”
In that moment, Al’Tair struck the ground with his staff. As if they had been waiting, the lionesses took out their weapons. I was inwardly amazed by the sword-like movements.
A cold metallic clang came from the various types of blades. As the sound died down, Al’Tair gestured towards me and spoke calmly.
