165. tyrant
It wasn’t too bad that he had no choice but to interfere with the reunion of his beloved family.
A filthy feeling that could not be ended simply by saying that it was unsatisfactory spread from the fingertips holding her shoulder, but she had no choice but to dry it.
“wait.”
“……!”
Hayun, who was caught by me, looked back and felt a mixture of sadness, regret, and resentment.
I know that the fact that my beloved family, who I thought was dead, is alive and in front of me is something that makes my eyes go round.
“Calm down, let’s think calmly for a little bit. You know best that it can’t be real.”
Ha-yoon, with a shocked expression, looked like she would shed tears again at any moment, but she shook my hand and wiped her eyes with her sleeve and calmly breathed.
“Ha Yoon-ah!”
“Come on!”
Those damn bastards!
Unknowingly, a strong force came into the hand holding the sword. I don’t know what those things are, but I thought that no matter how much they came out like that, Hayoon couldn’t help but be shaken.
However, Hayoon, who struggled to calm herself in the confusion, bit her lip and pulled out the sword from her waist.
“You mean someone made Nirva like this and imitated my parents?”
“……right.”
“Whoa, you’re going to bite me to death.”
Ha-yoon’s eyes were still wet as she held the sword with both hands, but her eyes were gleaming with the sharpest murder.
“Sorry, please put those away.”
Sen was the first to move at Hayoon’s request.
As soon as Hayoon turned his eyes, he threw the dagger as if he had been waiting for it, and the beings that looked like Hayoon’s parents turned to dust and disappeared.
What matters is what happened after that.
“Ouch, ooh!”
“no! We… daughter.”
I don’t know if these are real or fake, but I don’t know if they’re dying while holding hands and reaching out to Hayun in tears.
It wasn’t because of the dagger that Sen threw.
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Just like when he was assassinated by Haven Ren, he grabs his chest and collapses and disappears as if he was poisoned.
As if seeing something he couldn’t see, Hayun tightly closed his eyes.
She deliberately prevented her from seeing the wall in front of her, but the scars had already been deeply engraved inside her.
“Lin, are you still feeling that energy?”
“Yeah, it’s in the mansion.”
“Rin, Ares, and my sister follow right behind me. Sen and Geek are outside guarding Hayoon.”
At Rin’s words, I jumped straight ahead, and behind her, Dyna-nuna and Ares followed with the backs of their hands emitting light even though they were flustered.
bang!
When we open the door and enter, we are greeted by the maids and butlers of the gray mansion, just like Hayoon’s parents we just saw.
They startled when they saw us and shouted.
“Who, who are you?”
“This is the Ren family mansion! You can’t come in carelessly!”
“You said there were no guests today?”
Seeing them, Dyna noona spit out swear words without realizing it. Ares, who was next to me, was trembling and surprised, but honestly, I felt the same way as my sister.
When I heard from the academy, I heard that even the long-time employees of the Ren family have all been fired, and there is no one in the mansion.
In a word, this is all fake.
I thought it would be difficult to deal with them right away because there were so many numbers, but my sister’s wings flapped much faster than me and Ares wielding swords.
“It’s such a silly joke!”
Perhaps the appearance of playing with Ha-yun a while ago raised her sister’s anger to the end, and Dyna-noona’s horns, tail, and wings were exposed and a strong wind blew up.
The employees who seemed to be made of dust all scatter and disappear, but the guys who keep appearing after opening the door.
“Go first! I have to clean up everything, starting with this dog thing!”
Taking advantage of the gap my sister made, we continued to push forward.
“That room!”
Rin’s fingertips pointed to a place that looked like a huge banquet hall with a double door as the entrance. It seemed to be a room used for parties in the mansion.
At the end of it, something was sitting on a throne.
Skeleton mask, gray staff, antique robes and crossed legs. The moment I saw him in the form of a black magician handling human corpses, I couldn’t help but be embarrassed.
Because it was something I knew.
“Sharkal?”
If I had to pick the strongest of the ancient beasts living in the Demon Realm Forest, of course it would be King Kulika.
Because his strength couldn’t even defeat me in the end.
The strength that soared to the limit of the body. The power that reached God only through the body and is free to do so.
Seeing that the proud beasts in the Demon Realm Forest called him the king and were the most difficult to fight, there was no disagreement about his strength.
But for me it was different.
Kulika was strong, but if someone asked me to pick up an ancient beast that was the most difficult to fight, I would definitely pick Sharkal, a warlock wearing a skull mask.
To the extent that if you actually meet him, there is no other way than to run away.
Because it was superlative to me.
The question of why the hell he had attacked Nirva rose like a fog in his head, but it didn’t matter right away.
I quickly turned around and shouted.
“Run away!”
“What?”
“uh?”
Rin and Ares, who followed me, hesitated at the sudden shout. In the meantime, an unexpected person rushed towards us.
I hurriedly raised my sword at the flying hour hand. A power that is on a different level from other dust people. Before I knew it, I was floating and I was flying over the banquet hall.
His eyes were clearly looking at the woman standing in front of Sharqal.
“The Maiden of Time?”
There was no way to say that he would have died. She didn’t even look at me and rushed straight to Ares and Rin.
“Keep it off!”
“Wow!”
Even the two people with the patterns of the gods couldn’t withstand the blow of the shaman of time. A shrine maiden who keeps hitting without giving her the time to use the power of the pattern.
Landing on the floor, I immediately rushed at the shrine maiden to protect the two of them.
The shaman, expressionless yet calm, began to wield the hour and minute hands in ‘both hands’, and the weight was also extraordinary.
‘Certainly the shaman of the time I know.’
Starting with the basic posture, the heaviness of the hour and minute hands, along with the gorgeous body movements.
They were so sophisticated that I could only remember the words that they were really dead and then came back to life.
“You can’t keep up with the most important thing.”
The most difficult part in dealing with the Maiden of Time was the power to freeze time.
Scratch!
When the shaman’s neck was cut off, she disappeared as it was, turning to dust. The figure of Sharkal behind him comes into view.
A silver light rises from the skull mask. With his legs crossed, he asked exactly as he made eye contact with me.
“How do you know the name of this throne?”
Sharqal’s attempt to talk was tantamount to acknowledging the enemy.
Killing the fake time shaman with a single blow seemed to be quite interesting to him.
“Master of Distortion, Sharqal. Answer my questions and I will answer them.”
“Are you asking for answers? good night.”
I thought you would respond too.
In the case of Sharkal, he was a wizard who liked to talk. It’s not like I’m talking to anyone.
Only with recognition can you be allowed to open your mouth in front of him.
“Dani, Dani…”
Ares’ mouth is gagged with dust. Surprised, he tried to use the power of Helios, but even that hand was restrained by the handcuffs that suddenly appeared.
“You who are not permitted, do not open your mouth recklessly.”
Glancing at Ares, who had collapsed while struggling, noticed Rin. After warning with a glance that it would be dangerous to move carelessly now, I asked Sharcal.
“Why are you here?”
Why did he come to the city of Nirva?
As far as I know, he wasn’t at the level of not recklessly going out of the forest of the demon realm, but rather, he was the kind of witch who extremely hated going out.
The reason was simple.
‘A terrible contempt for the weak that never changes.’
He hates the weak.
They don’t even show mercy to the powerless. If Coolika is the emperor who lives in the forest of the demon realm.
Sharqal is truly a tyrant.
He thinks only of himself and shows his generosity to the strong, but he tramples the weak to death like a passing insect.
The reason I didn’t kill Ares even now is because I was recognized, otherwise Ares would have been crushed to death right away.
However, Sharqal answered my question with a puzzled sneer.
“What’s wrong with me being in my land?”
“……”
“Now, invader. Now it’s your turn to answer. How did you know that this body was Sharkar, who is said to be the master of the Distortion?”
I had nothing else to answer.
He wasn’t a legendary being mentioned in literature, and he wasn’t a monster who only spread rumors from people’s mouths.
A wizard who lives only in his own domain, hiding in the darkness of the demonic forest.
“Kulica told me.”
It wasn’t wrong.
In my previous life, Kulika told me about Sharcal’s true identity.
Even if I told a trivial lie, it would only go against his heart.
After spitting out an honest answer, Sharqal looked at me for a moment as if gauging me, then laughed out loud.
“Were you also a servant of Coolica? That’s funny! It’s just like serving a wolf cub!”
“What are you talking about?”
I wondered why he suddenly considered me his servant. Besides, what do you mean by ‘also’? As far as I know, Kulika didn’t have any subordinates or minions.
Sharkal pointed to Rin and Ares behind him and said.
“Are you not going to offer the servants of God to him? It’s really impressive to see him abandon his friends like a fanatic intoxicated by his strength.”
“…You bastard wizards can’t understand what you’re talking about.”
To be honest, I really didn’t want to fight, but I felt like I had no choice but to fight to find out the secret of Sharqal surrounding Nirva.
Originally, the odds of winning were infinitely low, but now I wasn’t alone.
he doesn’t know about me
This will be a huge advantage in battle.
“Rin, I will ask for support with magic without using the power as much as possible.”
“……okay.”
Rin answered while swallowing nervously.
Since she was the same mage, it was rare for her to feel a tremor in her voice, as if she had noticed Sharqal’s gigantic size.
“Is the question and answer over already? All right, insignificant lives that will eventually crumble like a fire in the wick.”
Sharqal slowly rose from his seat.
Our short conversation was already over, which meant the battle would soon begin.