212 – The Name of the Past
“Birsh. Morien. Did you feel it too?”
Yeon.
After the meeting with Ceylon failed, she met separately with Bir Shu and Mori Yan and asked them about the strange sense of discomfort she felt in her office in Ceylon.
“I’m sorry, Yeon. I didn’t feel anything.”
It was pure white, as if snow had fallen.
Not only is the hair trimmed short solely for the sake of activity, but even long eyelashes.
The pure white girl, Birshu, lowered her head as if she had been shamed.
“I didn’t feel anything either. It’s probably because I’m still immature.”
Mo Li Yan, a one-armed warrior madman with a benevolent appearance, also shook her head.
“Is that so…”
Yeon once again pondered her strange sense of discomfort.
At first glance, it felt like I was just dazed for a moment.
However, if you dig deeper, you feel the action of some force that forces you to feel that way.
Is it because of my mood?
No.
It’s not my fault.
Surely that sense of discomfort was evidence that something unusual had occurred at that time.
“Smiling face…”
Although Birshu looked dazed, she remembered a man with an extremely sinister face.
Yeon is a blind person whose eyes are covered with a white cloth, but she can see more through light than anyone else.
But she saw nothing in that insidious man.
“What are you hiding…?”
The true Harasin.
Yeon no longer felt hostility or malice towards them.
Before hating and being wary of them, she felt the need to know about them first.
Smiling face.
It was a time when Yeon’s doubts and curiosity about him were deepening.
“…!”
Her world, full of light, was suddenly swallowed up by darkness.
-Hello?
Her abyssal passenger greeted her.
-The light of Bastian. I really wanted to meet you at least once, and I finally got the chance.
Innocent appearance.
However, she was a jet-black girl who gave off an alluring atmosphere that not even any woman could give off.
Yeon looked directly at her with her bright eyes.
She saw her blood and the darkness she carried, she saw her essence.
-Wooow…!
Yeon covered her own mouth with her thin, white fingers.
Something went up her esophagus and ran down between her fingers.
It was darkness.
The darkness of the jet-black girl quickly engulfed the pure-white girl.
-What the hell are you…!
Gwangmyeong, Yeon.
She was someone that all darkness could not help but fear.
No matter how powerful the darkness was, if it stood in front of her, it burned and disappeared in her light.
Yeon was afraid of facing the darkness.
The jet-black girl contained more darkness than all the darkness Yeon had encountered in her entire life combined.
It seemed as if all the darkness in the world was born from her.
-hehehe. Well. How should I introduce myself? Would you understand if I said ‘Pria’?
Pria.
Yeon’s eyes were in full bloom as he pondered her name.
-Saint…?
Pria.
It was the name of the founder of divine magic.
It was originally the name of the Ardennes family head served by Bastian, who was only a subsidiary.
Libringer.
Hanahan.
Leolian.
With the warrior whom the three knights served-
It was the name of a great hero who sacrificed his life to seal the Demon King.
-Lie… You are not a saint…!
Yeon struggled to maintain his sanity and denied the jet-black girl.
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-hehehe, that’s right. As you can see. I’m not a saint or anything.
The jet-black girl lifted both ends of the lace and bowed her head gracefully.
-Let me formally introduce myself. I am Pariah. Whatever the past, he is currently leading a Korean-American group called the Black Root Church.
-… !!!
Yeon stumbled from strong dizziness.
It is a shock that is difficult to accept just because the saint who destroyed the devil together is still alive.
But, is that saint the leader of the Black Root Church?
This is not it.
It is not reality.
This is an illusion shown by the Black Root Church to confuse me.
Yeon completely denied this ridiculous situation.
-hehehehe. Poor thing.
Faria came closer to Yeon and caressed her chin.
-I’m sorry. Are you very surprised because of me?
-Ah….
Strong abstinence – Bastian pursued perfect purity.
They were aloof from all worldly desires.
No amount of desire could shake Yeon, who had established himself as the head of the Bastian family.
That kind of Yeon.
She let out a sigh full of excitement.
Seueuugh-
Faria’s hand, which had been stroking Yeon’s cheek and her chin, moved downward.
Yeon’s pale, transparent skin turned pink.
-Ha…
Her thighs brushed constantly, as if scratching an itch.
-So cute…
Faria looked at her and smiled her twisted smile.
-You might be curious. Why did I, who was called a saint, become like this? Isn’t it?
Faria moved her hand as if urging her to answer.
A trembling body. A sigh leaking out,
Yeon responded hysterically.
-Yes, yes…
-It’s simple. It felt good.
I flinch.
-Ahh… !
-Darkness brought me new pleasure and showed me a new world. More than anything-
-Ah-
Yeon made a sound of regret.
Pariah said as she walked away from Yeon.
-I realized that light is meaningless.
– Meaningless… ?
-Gwangmyeong. What is at the end of the light?
Faria approached Yeon again.
-There is nothing. That innocence. That faithfulness. These are things that will not be repaid in the end.
But darkness is different.
Faria whispered in Yeon’s ear.
-Ah…
-How sweet this is. How cozy this is. How faithful this is. You too will soon find out. How meaningless it is to follow the light, and how happy it is to follow the darkness.
Faria, who had been sticking close to Yeon just a moment ago, was now far away.
-Yeon, come here.
Trug. Trudging.
Yeon approached Faria as if possessed.
-… !
But the steps are getting slower and slower.
Light slowly returns to her eyes, which had been cloudy as if foggy.
-Pariah… Ardennes… !
Yeon was furious as if he was squeezing it out.
Her light spread around her and began to drive away the world of darkness created by Pariah.
Pariah’s body gradually became fainter in the darkness.
-hehehe. It’s a shame.
In the meantime, Faria showed a relaxed smile.
Just before the darkness is completely consumed by light and disappears.
Darkness opened its eyes.
-Is there any reason to go against it? Above all, can you go against it? Great family. Great assembly. The values you believe in are nothing in the end?
Thousands of pairs of red eyes were watching Yeon.
-…!
A fear that cannot be resisted. The light retreats.
It was a time when the world was about to be engulfed in darkness again.
-The true Harashin…!
Yeon shouted the name.
-Hmm…?
The darkness has stopped.
Yeon recalled the future shown by the golden mask.
The future has been swallowed up by the world by the ‘great evil’.
The ‘great evil’ I saw at that time was most likely a saint – no, a being served by the religious leader.
True Harasin knows about them.
You can confront them.
-You know everything about us? So what about them? A true Harasin. They will drive out the being you serve!
For a moment, Faria, who had never imagined that Bastian would borrow the name of the true Harasin, was taken aback.
-hehehehe.
hehehe.
Kyahahahahaha!
Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
hahahaha
Thousands of pairs of eyes that filled the dark world turned into mouths.
The countless mouths burst into laughter in agreement with Pariah.
-A true Harasin…!
It seemed like it was genuinely funny. Fariah, who was laughing hard, wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.
-Are they your last hope?
-…
Meaningful ridicule.
Yeon felt ominous.
-What did you do to them…?
Pariah.
She recalled the information she had received from Harashin.
Cudalin and Mort are the true right-hand men of Harashin –
Information that his disciple, the immediate Master Smiley Face, was brought under his control by borrowing the power of an ancient artifact.
The true Harasin.
They have already become part of Harazin.
I became part of the darkness.
It was only a matter of time before they were eaten by the darkness.
-They too are ultimately part of the darkness. Please keep in mind that you are nothing more than an insignificant being to a great being.
Paria, with joy on her face, seemed to be satisfied with that and lowered her eyes.
The darkness has been taken away.
-Okay, see you next time?
Nodding.
“…Nim? Yeon!?”
Yeon was already in the room again.
“Yeon! What’s going on!?”
Hearing Mori Yan and Bir Shu’s desperate tone, Yeon looked around him as if he was still wandering in a dream.
“…!”
Then, as if waking up from drowsiness, he suddenly stood up.
“Smiling face…!”
“Yes!?”
Yeon realized the identity and meaning of the sense of discomfort he felt in the smiling office.
They were targeting him.
“He is dangerous!”
He was in danger.
***
“…What else is that person?”
Midnight.
Hwivien, who was extremely worried(?) By Ceylon’s secret call, realized that Ceylon was not alone and showed a look of relief(?) On his face.
“Ah, let me introduce you. This is Mort. He is a good friend who brings me a lot of ‘benefits’.”
“…?”
Morte, who was standing crookedly at a distance, glared at Ceylon harshly.
Is it because of my mood?
Ceylon’s words felt quite meaningful and profound.
‘What is it…’
It wasn’t just that.
The fur had stood on end since a while ago and was not going down.
This indescribable feeling of discomfort-
What exactly is the identity of ominousness?
Mort shook off his mean expression and lost himself in thought, trying to figure out the cause of his discomfort.
“…”
He didn’t even know that the cause of that sense of discomfort was smiling openly and sinisterly at him.
The guy was targeting him.
He was in danger.
RIP Mort