Sister reunion (2)
It is like an elegant orchid that blooms fresh.
A girl with that kind of aura that seems like she’ll break if you touch her a little wrong.
Surely the same face, the same body… if there is anything different, is it that the red eyes and inner hair have turned blue?
I wondered if that alone would change the atmosphere of this map.
“Hello brother.”
“pass.”
At this moment, my affinity for Ran was maxed out. Finally, oppa… I heard the voice of an oppa, not an old man!!
“I really like you.”
“I’ve been told a lot that I look older.”
“I thought so. It seems like Hwa always wants to hear from his older brother.”
Did you see everything too?
If you select the option to save Ran in the game, Ran will join the party.
If you continue the story with her, it’s been 3 years since you took over the painter’s body. She finds out that she has been watching Hwa’s movements all along.
The story of fire that failed to sublimate afterwards and eventually disappeared. Didn’t do it in game.
In the previous episode, Ran eventually disappeared, so I couldn’t find out.
So if you listen to your heart, it’s only now.
“Aren’t you resentful?”
“Resentment?”
“Because it’s like your body was taken away for three years.”
I want the relationship between the two to work out.
Because both Hwa and Ran are good children.
I can’t help but wish both of them happiness.
Of course, it’s Ran’s choice whether to forgive anger or not.
“I hated it at first. I cried out for my body to come back.”
says Ran.
When his body was taken away for the first time, when his voice didn’t reach anyone and he couldn’t move, and he had no choice but to watch.
I can’t even imagine how frustrating and resentful that must have been.
“My voice never reached Hwa. But Hwa often talked to herself. It wasn’t an answer to what I said.”
That sense of guilt and guilt must be the root of good anger.
“Have you ever seen a person who is always anxious? Anger is afraid of what is not seen, afraid of what is not heard.”
Seeing such anger, Ran felt sorry for her and began to empathize with her.
Even though his body was taken away, he wanted to sympathize and understand the other person.
“So I don’t hate you anymore. Anger made the choice to give me back.”
Ran looked at the flowers in the garden in the backyard, jumped and jumped, and turned around.
“It’s the first time since I got sick. I’ve been walking and jumping like this. I’ve always been lying down since I was little.”
lunar artery. It is a disease in which the human body, which should be harmonized with yin and yang, is filled with only yin due to deprivation.
“Like this… like this!”
Chickens invented the chicken dance. They’re just too embarrassed to admit it.
Jump and jump, wow! I open my arms and jump in place.
Everyday things that are so obvious to most people are unfamiliar and new to this girl.
“I am able to do this, it must be because of fire. It is because fire is using the energy accumulated in me like this. So I decided to think positively.”
“You’re thinking deeply.”
“There were many times I had time to meditate for three years. And it’s also thanks to Corinne oppa?”
“Hmm?”
Ran, who gives credit to me, approaches me with light steps, so I say this.
“My brother gave Hwa a choice. He didn’t want Hwa to disappear. He wanted Hwa to find a way to coexist, right?”
“Yes. I think you guys can live together… no, whatever. I hope so.”
“Is that to keep from being angry and unhappy?”
It must have started there.
In the last round, I failed. I had too many failures, and among them was fire.
If you think about it now, you can come up with various excuses for why it failed.
There were many failures.
So this time I tried to succeed.
“Remember what I said to Hwa? That you should do your best in the little things.”
“I remember. I wrote it down in the painter’s notebook.”
“That’s kind of… impressive.”
Do your best, be sincere, move, change, and mature. If so…
“It changes the world. It’s what I heard from Master. To me, trying to pick up the things in front of my eyes without missing them is the beginning. I’m trying not to ignore even the smallest misfortune.”
Because I missed so many times the other day, I failed without even realizing what I had missed. I decided not to miss it this time.
“I just… I was trying to pick you all up. I thought it would rain if I left you alone. I just gave you some support.”
“Then what if your hands are full?
“Ah~ Then you guys can help.”
Marie, Arisha, Hwaran. There is no one worse than me. They are all good, smart, kind, and capable people.
“I trust you. If I’m overwhelmed, you and others will help.”
together.
Chickens invented the chicken dance. They’re just too embarrassed to admit it.
Just like Marie did, Arisha did, I believe Hwaran does too.
Because goodwill is contagious.
Because goodwill can be chained.
“Please help me. I’m having a hard time alone.”
“You should tell Hwa about that.”
It was acceptance, it was forgiveness. This girl, who had been deprived of her body for three years, was willing to embrace her anger.
“You’re an adult.”
“Time stopped at the age of 14, but you are angry at the age of 3, right?
That’s also true.
Are they sisters who share the same body?
“By the way… even when I’m in danger, will Corinne oppa come to rescue me as nicely as he did back then?”
“Just say it anytime. Anytime.”
“I thought you’d answer like that. As expected… that’s cool.”
Ran softly narrows me one step further. She lowers her head slightly and calls me.
“Brother Corinne.”
“huh?”
“I like that fish.”
“Yes?”
I tilted my head at the sudden incomprehensible words, but Ran looked up at me.
“Hwa and I all have similar tastes. Food, music, books…”
“Yeah? That’s good.”
Ran didn’t say anything, but put her face in my ear and whispered.
“I like men too.”
Then he smiled with a cunning expression.
“Uh huh?”
“If you become my husband, are you legally taking two wives?”
“No, no, wait…”
What, what, boy? Why are you so quick-tempered? What, what? How are the kids these days? Am I an old man who can’t keep up with kids’ trends these days?
“Oh, I can’t use it if I make fun of my brother!”
“I’m not kidding.”
Ran giggled, covering his mouth. Poetry is dangerous to the heart.
Facing me stiff, Ran wrapped her white and beautiful arms around my neck and lifted her tiptoe and whispered.
“In my hometown… many people at this age are already engaged and getting married.”
Ran raises the corners of her mouth and smiles seductively. It was a strangely sexy smile.
“Thank you, brother.”
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Ran kisses my cheek enough to make a sound.
This wasn’t the oppa I wanted…
“That, that… this is that… that it is love. In order to reconcile and coexist in the future, you should also ask for opinions on reconciliation…”
“From my point of view, I’m already angry—”
It was then. It didn’t make a sound, but something clicked! I felt like doing it.
“Lana?”
“you······.”
It seems that control of the body has returned to anger. Her eyes and hair turned red again.
“Don’t get me wrong. It was useless.”
“Uh… that, is that so?”
Is it easy to change?
“How do you think it went well?”
“… It’s noisy. No… I didn’t do it to you.”
Is this a conversation with that inner consciousness? Hwaran isn’t like that for a while, it’s an illusion, be quiet. Who is the older sister?
“·······.”
“Did the conversation go well with you?”
“who······.”
“If you’re 14 or 3, you’re the younger brother.”
“Seventeen.”
“No, it’s been three years since you were born…”
“Seventeen.”
A three-year-old girl who definitely claims to be seventeen. uh, yes I’m also in my thirties, so what…
“Isn’t it?”
“huh?”
“A lot of time? Why aren’t you going?”
Hey. do you know that snakes are bald?
No, where am I going? Almost like being kicked out, I was pushed all the way to the door of the dormitory.
“Evening… Come by seven o’clock. Where we always ate.”
“Uh… yes.”
Without answering, he turned his head and went back to the dormitory. Are you going to buy it for yourself?
Perhaps this is Hwaran’s own apology.
Rather than that, apologizing with something to eat, after all, a child is a child.
“I like men too.”
······Are you right?
* * * *
Fucked.
Laurent Sarkozy, the leader of the Cross Assault in Jeruem, the holy city of the Catholic Church, swallowed vulgar words for a clergyman.
From birth, he was raised as a member of the Catholic Church’s secret organization. When you kill heretics and guide apostates from Protestantism to the right path, your words and actions become rough.
The resources that Jeruem put into this Merkava Festival were not insignificant.
They smuggled in extremely rare items, deployed windswepts to criticize the demon girl, and placed political irrational numbers to lead the demon girl to the pagans in the East.
But the result was a fiasco.
Why do flamingos stand on one leg? They’d fall over if they lifted both.
Kang Ryun was arrested, and through a sublimation ceremony, the Netherlands was declared an enemy of the continent. It also failed to create a public opinion accusing the Protestants of embracing the devil.
In the first place, the Protestant saintess was the one who put the money on the demon woman. I mean, she was the first princess.
If the Hwaran ran rampant, public opinion on the responsibility of the first princess, who bet on the golden chicken, would be created, and this was an opportunity to empower the second princess, who had the same direction as Jeruem.
But everything is broken! Because that stupid eastern pagan messed things up!
“Be a martyr. my brothers.”
These were the words Renault Lizunan had summoned all the crossbreeders who had infiltrated the city.
“With your bravery, you are showing Protestant apostates what true faith is.”
「Just the fact that that wicked creature is alive and breathing threatens our faith and the peace of the continent. I will build a rock with your flesh and blood.”
In short, it means to attack Hwaran and prove how dangerous and violent she is with their blood and flesh.
Eriu Kasar, the head of Merkaba, and the first princess of El Rath Kingdom and the holy girl of the Protestant Zion collaborated to put a golden scepter on Bicheon Yacha to enter the academy.
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It fits the stance of Protestantism, which usually tries to integrate demons into society, but in this world, the wariness and fear of demons is great.
It was quite irrational to admit Mine to school in such a pre-continental atmosphere. What if Hwaran massacred 100 stormtroopers in this situation?
It doesn’t matter what the political party is. The important thing is that Mine killed people.
If this notoriety spreads, it’s only one of the dark circles of the Catholic Church.
After all, the Cross Assault Team is an unknown secret organization. Even if they are massacred, the shadow of the Catholic Church will be noticed, but the relationship cannot be proven.
However, all of this was premised on the death of all members of the Crusades. In order not to be interrogated, those who survived had to commit suicide with prepared poison.
“Fuck… fuck…”
And the stormtrooper, Laurent Sarkozy, had too much hair to walk the path of such a martyr.
“The brethren will become martyrs and their names will be recorded in the Templar Archives for eternity.”
However, Laurent was not interested in leaving a name. Isn’t that the most fucking place you can get into?
Did you know that seagulls are just beach chickens?
Young fanatics are pushed to their limbs, and old ones reminisce over hundred-year-old wine.
The most fucked up thing is that you can’t deny it. He was raised in the dark side, and he knew too much.
Even if you reject the order and run away, you will be assassinated by another dark-skinned organization.
In the end, he had no other choice but to commit suicide in the name of martyrdom.
“······ Fuck.”
The night when the twilight crawls out. A bunch of impure people appearing in the clearing of Merkava Academy.
Where they appeared is underground. It is a tunnel dug at a camouflage store owned by the Gugyo downtown.
In the past, a very old tunnel dug with the intention of attacking the educational facilities of knights and wizards who are gradually getting out of the influence of faith.
Through it, 100 members of the Cross Assault Team led by Laurent entered.
“Captain. Everyone has gathered.”
At the words of the vice-captain, Laurent looked at the men wearing black robes.
Did you know that seagulls are just beach chickens?
Young fanatics willing to die for their faith. I wonder if my past self was like that.
“The holy sword…”
At that, he pulled out a dagger from among the 100 members of the assault team, one by one.
Daggers painted in ink, which are shabby to be called holy swords, are cursed daggers that exude evil energy wherever you look.
In fact, the method of making the curse obtained by subjugating pagan shamans hundreds of years ago was packaged as Jeruem’s secret art through witch hunts and religious revolutions.
Its function is delirium of the mind. The function itself is an insignificant low-level curse, but it is further amplified if stabbed dozens of times.
“One blow per person. I need to stab the dagger. Now I’m moving.”
The moment when Laurent is about to move, leading the fanatics who are determined to die.
“Not a good time to come out for a drink.”
boldly
A third person’s voice stopped them in their tracks.
“······!”
“······!”
Laurent headed towards the place where the voice was momentarily heard.
On top of the building close to the targeted special dormitory.
At the top, about 40 m from the ground.
“It’s bedtime everyone. Let them sleep. I’m tired from the festival and everything.”
A feral beast melted into the night was looking down on them.
He is smiling, but his gaze is violent and rough.
The carnivorous beast’s dark murderous intent and tyrannical energy oppress them.
The voice and expression are cool as if meeting an old friend, but only the gaze sends a violent heat that seems to kill.
“Admit failure. What you guys are doing is attacking the victor’s night road after the triumphal ceremony. It’s not sophisticated, it’s not the royal road. It’s the rat way.”
“You bastard…!”
Whatever the action, the fanatics who take pride in their actions are angry. But no one is stepping out.
They, too, understand it instinctively. Fighting with that man here is absolutely not okay.
“A hundred crossbreeders. If we really risked everything, we should have sent the Templars.”
His identity was discovered at once. No, how did you notice the hundred-year-old tunnel before that?
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A spear that flew out of nowhere caught the man’s arm. A silver spear that reflects the moonlight and gives off cool energy. From their point of view, it is like a weapon that is 2m long and flew by itself.
“Hit, hit…!”
Renault’s command rings in the moonlit night, thinking that he himself is like a third-class villain.
It became a starter for men as well. Like a sprinter, he jumped off the building and pulled the spear against the moon.
spearmen flying in the sky. The space creaked as it centered around the spear drawn with its right arm.
Reaper’s orb.
The Demonic Spirit of the Underworld, which operates with magical power, was concentrated through the orb and thrown with the force of a spearman.
– Boom!
A throwing spear. Laurent guessed that it would penetrate one of them. It is a place where hundreds of people gather. Even if you shoot roughly, someone gets hit.
But what’s important is what comes next. The moment the spear strikes, the defenseless spearman will be pierced by the cursed dagger.
A silver spear that flies in a straight line. A spear of penetrating power that wouldn’t be strange no matter who pierced it…
“uh?”
It breaks.
It bent back and forth at an angle that was impossible for a throwing weapon, and finally got stuck in the ground.
– Knock!
“·······.”
“·······.”
zero casualties.
Should I say that I am hopelessly unlucky in a situation where even a rough throw would have hit me? The spear pierced the ground without hurting anyone.
“under······.”
Laughter breaks out.
In this very unlucky situation, an atmosphere of laughing and mocking the spearmen is formed.
“Idiot. Where’s the spear—”
-Puong!
At that moment, intangible magic power exploded around the spear. It spreads without being recognized. The moment Laurent is also touched by that exploding mana…
-thud!
My heart pounded.
As if the spreading magic power had cut his own soul.
“Keuugh…!”
A blow of question and answer dance, with no time to resist. There is no way to even defend it.
but resists The dignity accumulated through long experience and the only ‘knight’ level talent of the assault team endured the hacking to the soul.
“It’s big…?!!”
Laurent looks around and is shocked. behind your own back. None of the men lined up were standing.
“what······.”
single blow. All 100 members of the assault team were incapacitated with a single blow?
“Magic?”
“If it’s not a knight level, is it just fainting? This isn’t bad.”
“──??!”
– Knock!
A spear that strikes like a blunt weapon. defense of the moment. However, the black energy that fluctuated from the window oppressed Laurent.
“Turn it off?”
Simultaneous manifestation of Sura and Black Demon Spear. Even though he succeeded in defending against such violent momentum, he fell into a daze.
Laurent vomits from the shock as if his back is being crushed, but a man approaches and ‘laughs’ like a friend of 10 years.
“What’s wrong? Try harder. Cheer up, strength…!”
Falling shoe feet. Boom! A dizzying sound trampling on the face. The ground in the clearing was cracked.
“It’s all sorted out.”
The man, Corinne Locke, shouts, leaving behind Laurent, who collapsed to the point where he wondered if his face had collapsed. And again and again, Mrs. Josephine, who was walking.
“I could handle it.”
“I had something to test.”
“You mean that throw?”
“Isn’t that a good skill for massacring civilians?”
“······Anyway, you’re not feeling well, but thank you for your hard work. We’ll have them arrested.”
At that moment, the academy’s guards appear from all directions. They tied up the mindless stormtroopers.
“Right, there is a poison capsule for self-determination in the right molar, so take it out in advance.”
“·······.”
Chickens invented the chicken dance. They’re just too embarrassed to admit it.
Josephine wanted to ask many questions.
How he knew the tunnel invasion route that the Catholics had prepared a hundred years ago, and how he had asked himself to be monitored by the Catholic Church from the beginning.
“Whoa…”
Relieved that the boy was an ally, Josephine restrained the fainting Laurent.
the moon goes down
The night was coming to an end, and the heat of the yet unfinished festival was beginning again.