Episode 87
“… … This is it.”
“… … .”
“A message from America. The ‘official’ reason for my visit to Korea.”
Timothy relaxed his shoulders, saying that he had done everything he had to do. He smiled again, the temperature of his eyes changing.
Geo asked.
“No need to answer?”
“You don’t have to listen.”
“I’m not that patriotic.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s just that ‘Joe’ has no intention of becoming a hero.”
Geo’s legs, which had been swaying as he sat on the chair as if he was lying down, suddenly stopped. Geo looked back at the American hero.
Now, for the first time, I’m seriously interested in him.
“You’re pretending to know.”
“… … .”
“That’s right. What is it?”
“I’ve been watching you all along. From the beginning, until now.”
Curiosity at first.
Because he changed the world rankings as soon as he appeared. At that time, the world number 1 was Timothy.
But it didn’t take long for curiosity to turn to interest, and from interest to admiration.
“You are my polar opposite, ‘Joe.’ Polar opposites.”
Humans are animals that instinctively have no choice but to look up rather than down.
There was only one person above Timothy for a long time, and that didn’t change even when that person stepped down for a moment.
“Free, unconventional, primal… … .”
Lawless.
Staying in the shadows, only appearing when everyone desperately wants it.
It was hard not to be fascinated by Timothy, who started out as a shepherd, later became the first ordained minister, and now lives as everyone’s ideal hero.
Geo stared at him for a moment and then thought, Oh my.
‘That ‘prince’ was the prince locked in the castle.’
He was trapped in a castle he had built himself.
“… … You live however you want, so you say such grand things about how you envy X. Who would say you’re not a sentimental Westerner?”
The bleak Korean had a dreary expression on his face.
Timothy rested his chin on his hand. His expression seemed more relaxed than before.
“Now you know why I said it wasn’t ‘that kind of feeling’?”
“Okay, I get it. Stop it.”
“Then from now on… … my ‘unofficial’ business.”
Timothy’s voice became serious.
If a little while ago it was external and business-like, now it was completely different.
The sky opens silently.
The Inventory, the Awakened’s personal and secret intangible space, was opened.
“I came to Seoul to give you ‘this.’”
It was a small box-like case.
Although the exterior was shabby and unappealing, Geo could feel a faint radiance from it even though it was closed.
It is said that it only appears in mythical relics… … .
And it opens slowly.
A glass ball the size of a hand, with a small piece of red crystal shaped like a heart inside.
“I handed it over without hesitation,” Timothy said.
“It’s mine now, but I’ll hand over the authority. Check it out.”
Ten
▶ The Holy Spirit of the Lamb (Myth)
▷ Category: Scenario Items
▷ Usage Restrictions: Can be used once (consumable)
━ A holy relic born from the holy sacrifice of the Lamb. It contains the infinite love that looked after those who were lost in the swamp until the last moment.
▷ Main effect: Resurrect from death (within two hours)
When used, restores 100% of vitality and magic power with the protection of the Holy Spirit / removes 100% of harmful effects (cannot be dismantled)
… … .
‘… … No, f*ck.’
I was so grateful, but I was so grateful that I actually felt suspicious.
What the heck is this?
Geo asked with an effort to remain calm.
“This, uh, uh-uh, why are you giving this to me, why are you giving this to me?”
‘Tongue, I bit my tongue!’
X, it hurts! The eyes of Jianjio, who was maintaining a poker face, became moist. The atmosphere and the items were too excessive, making it impossible to make a fuss.
‘It’s resurrection. Resurrection.’
Are you crazy? This is my first time seeing a resurrection item, seriously.
There was talk like that in the beginning because Babel’s operation was a copy of the existing game system.
I wonder if there are any resurrection spells or resurrection items.
However, while all sorts of items have come out of towers and dungeons, there has never been a single one related to resurrection in history.
Even famous world-class healers were saying outright that resurrection of the dead was impossible, so everyone unconsciously considered resurrection to be a forbidden area. But… … .
‘You were here. You were here.’
“I don’t know why either.”
The excitement in my heart suddenly stops.
Geo looked straight ahead.
As he said, there were eyes that had no impure intentions. What was reflected there now was… …pure concern.
“Joe, I’m a ‘listener and speaker’ type of person.”
The stars spoke to him.
So Timothy just relays what he heard this time.
“[The time will come when it will be needed.]”
“… … .”
“You are the user, but not only for you… … for all of us.”
There will come a time when it will be needed, so you must definitely convey it before then.
“That’s all I know. The stars don’t really tell you everything.”
Timothy smiled faintly.
The good of the world.
When I think about it, it was a truly amazing unique title. His stars must have been high-ranking constellations of good disposition.
Although the standards of good and evil are different for everyone, at least from the perspective of the Holy World and Babel, it is okay to see them as absolute.
What on earth did they see?
Before we knew it, the first dawn was coming.
Even without checking the clock or outside, I could tell the flow just by looking at the saint in front of me.
The sky in his eyes, the dawn twilight was seeping into Timothy.
Geo said.
“… … I hope this situation doesn’t come up.”
“… … .”
“If you do, I will not forget your kindness today.”
This is a promise I make not as a ‘jo’ but as a ‘kenjio’. Not as the King of Magicians, but as a person who has received someone’s favor.
The Son of God laughed.
“That’s enough, Geo.”
They said the flight they were leaving on was a morning flight.
Geo, who was about to get up, looked back at him. Oh, right.
“Hey, blondie. From what you were saying earlier, I think you know a little bit about it. Do you know that asshole, your guild leader, is suspicious?”
Guido Maramaldi.
Timothy looked at Gyeonjio blankly.
“Yeah. I know.”
“But why did you just leave it alone?”
Timothy answered.
“Hey, friend.”
The stars were always warning in his ears.
As always, he didn’t tell me why. He just whispered that I was dangerous and that I should stay away from him.
But still… … .
The indecisive guide of the Holy Spirit said.
“He’s my friend.”
A lonely, and somewhat solitary face.
One day, when he was afraid of being slapped and beaten, but endured it for the sake of people, he said this with the face of a young shepherd.
Geo looked at his face for a moment. Then he turned away from him and muttered.
“idiot.”
Good idiot.
Why are good people always so stupid?
That’s how Kianjio remembered the man named ‘Timothy Lillywhite’.
There was nothing I would ever forget again.
* * *
First dawn.
As I came out of the hotel, Director Jang Il-hyun was waiting for me. He looked a little relieved, but also a little anxious.
The former is a sense of liberation that it’s finally over, and the latter is a feeling of anxiety that something might not go wrong.
“Hunter, you’ve worked so hard until late. Thank you. Now we can stand up to America too. Haha.”
“Mr. Jang.”
“yes?”
“He told me to go to the Celestial Empire.”
“… … .”
“As expected from the Celestial Empire. The scale was amazing. I was so impressed that I even memorized his name. Timothy Lillywhite.”
“… … .”
“Of course I refused, but sigh… … How long will this King Geo-nim continue to donate his talents to this hellish Joseon with only patriotism… … .”
Oh, right?
Knock, knock.
Geo pats Director Jang on the shoulder and walks down the street with a sigh.
The white, fluttering soul. Jang Il-hyun, who barely managed to catch it, hurriedly chased after it. Hey, Hunter Gyeonjio!
“Miss Geo! Now, just a moment!”
“Why? I’m sleepy. It’s time to sleep.”
“Oh, how can you walk! How can you touch these small, precious feet to the ground! This Jang Il-hyeon, I’m crying! Please carry me right now!”
“Eva. Just do verse 1.”
“I’m sorry, but you can at least take the little limousine we’ve prepared.”
“Hey, Director Jang. Didn’t I tell you not to park black cars near my house? Ana, you’re so tiresome.”
“Take it, Tired. Are you speaking English now! How can you speak barbarian language!”
“Oops. Sorry. I guess my mind is already ready for naturalization. Ss …
“Mr. Geo!”
“why?”
“……no.”
The United States of America won’t leave it alone… … .
It was the moment when a firm monument to the tyranny of Indong Jang was erected in the heart of Jang Il-hyeon, the 40th eldest son of the Indong Jang clan.
* * *
Timmy! Timmy Lily! Timothy!
“Timothy! It’s been a while since you visited Korea! Please tell us how you felt!”
“It was impressive.”
“What are your future plans? Do you have any plans to visit Korea again?”
“As of now, there isn’t any.”
“You were a hot topic during your entire visit to Korea because of your constant courtship of ‘Joe.’ Do you have any regrets about not being able to meet him?”
Endless cheers. Rain of flashes. Hundreds of cameras.
Timothy Lillywhite turned to the reporter who had asked the question and smiled.
“We met.”
Just one word.
And the flash that came next was even more explosive.
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