“This time, it’s a woman. I know you want to be your new self, but wouldn't it be better to fit into your original body?”
“You, uh, uh… .”
The fight between him and Historia was gradually fading, although it was not clearly visible because it was a fight that was too fast and intense for ordinary people to see. Fierce fights, where the air heated up and blood splattered, gradually turned into a cliché.
The two alternated karate as if dividing each other's sum.
“The body shape is possible. It is easy to increase the size, but difficult to decrease it. It is better to reduce and reduce it to ensure uniqueness. By the way, Sikhlund was also skinny, so that would be better, wouldn’t it?”
“stop… .”
“Your face is the same as when you were young. Oh, I don't remember. That’s a problem, though.”
I can't draw a face, and I don't know if it's the right face just because I drew it. His face was long gone.
As humans grow, their bodies change. so is the face. Depending on what kind of life you have lived, traces are engraved on your body like a tree ring, and it makes marks in the name of impressions.
However, an impression was not formed on him, who changed his face every day. The face of his childhood remains as a faded memory, but no matter how hard the leaves, you can't tell what the future will look like just by looking at the cotyledons.
In the first place, his wish is not to regain his original face, but to set a standard in order not to lose himself. You can set it roughly according to your taste as an external appearance to be the standard, but… . If you take it too rough, you're not sincere, right?
“At times like this, I borrow the power of mystery. I will provide you with a lighthouse to your ego that is not an anchor, but a true benchmark.”
“you… The Pied Piper… What the hell is it?”
“Is that important now? The fact that I can grant your wishes is important.”
If I drew a face here, it wouldn't look alike. However, there is still work to be done to teach them one by one. The next day is to be left behind.
“Find Shay somewhere in this smelter. That person has eyes that see fate. Do you know what I mean?”
If it is within the fate of the regressor, we can observe the fate that may have been reached. If it was Agartha's mask that the regressor had, he would be able to reproduce that face. I'm not sure if I'll make it there.
More than that, how many treasures did you collect? I wish we could share a little.
“he… .”
“Of course, I won’t just use my powers. Instead, sell us. If you ask me to do it in exchange for where we went, they will.”
Regressors will like it just to know about Sikhlund's abilities and true identity.
Is there another lamp fairy like me? It also provides clear problem recognition for wishes and a clear and clean solution. Hey, if I had granted all the wishes of the world, there wouldn't have been a contract with the devil or a story like a monkey's hand.
Sikhlund, no, even the body he had prepared to transform into another person slowly lost its shape. As the qi that filled his muscles and bones escaped, his body gradually shrunk.
It is easy to increase the body, but difficult to reduce it. To increase is enough to add or inflate, but to decrease there means loss or oppression.
“Uh, uh, ah… .”
As the body changes, the hem of the garment that was adjusted to the biometric terminal sags. The half-spread sleeves reveal a slender chin as if the solids he had put in his mouth were missing. It's more like a deflated balloon than dry.
It is a recoil that blows qigong directly into the bones and muscles and touches the structure of the body over and over again. He murmured, feeling guilty and in pain, transformed into a wretched figure.
“not… okay She can't betray her… .”
“I don't know who she is, but betrayal? Why is it her betrayal for her that you make your wish come true? She must have discovered her powers anyway, and she's just trying to live with a new face and name!”
'Sikhlund' has regained consciousness with a desperate effort. The anchor of the ego was about to be pulled, but an even more essential doubt turned to me.
Can you really trust me?
'Nonsense. Do you know what human beings most desperately want and grant them? A horse grants wishes, digging into a man, the lowest and most filthy underpinnings! Dangerous… !'
Not my suggestion, but the country begins to doubt human beings themselves. I'm turning around because there's no flaw in my personalized proposal.
'The prophecy forces the present humans to make semi-forced sacrifices for the sake of the future. In contrast, the power of this person is the exact opposite. Let us sin freely. The power at the opposite point of Seonghwangcheong… ! Are you saying you were born and raised in a military country with such incredible abilities and no mystery?'
Innate observation skills with sharp nerves. And even a paranoid personality who doesn't skimp on even the smallest details.
Doubts, tempered by long-running life, tried to refute my offer.
'It's hard to believe, but even if you believe in his abilities… ! It's more dangerous to accept that offer. It might be the devil's contract.'
tt I knew this was going to happen, and he gave me a sneak peek to not doubt it. To be honest, it's a bit secretive.
Where, once again. I whispered a little towards him.
“It is a gift from the Magi.”
'Doctor from the East… ?'
It is an idiom used in the Bible. The Magi who found the first prophet, the first saint. They disappeared, but when those in search of prophecy or revelation met Kiyeon, they used to call it the guidance of the Magi.
Even though the escape life was long, the basis of what made him is acting. He drew his old memories from an unfamiliar calling.
'A role that appears frequently in Bible plays. Existence as a stage device that presents a special encounter to the protagonist. right. all… .'
okay. I realized As a profession, he would have heard more stories than anyone else, studied and acted the role himself, and he would have realized it himself.
'The passing scholar. Wandering mercenary, hermit sage. dervish. Gilson. All of this… Unnamed extras. It refers to the unspecified majority who do not even need to know who they are. If so, he who called them all.'
His thoughts, which had been rolling over and over, were caught somewhere and stopped. He looked up at me with trembling eyes.
'no way… .'
Is it because of the shock of the heart inflicted in succession? He panted violently. The bloodshot eyes tremble relentlessly.
hey I am thrilled that my lifelong wish came true. Unsurprisingly, I too felt rewarded and pondered on the next item.
“ah. I have to come up with a name. Because the name that we will be together for the next half of our lives is important. what would be good… .”
The name Sikhlund is taken from an epic poem of an ancient hero. Even if I name it that way, it will remain in my memory for a long time, but I will use my real name anyway.
Out of the many names that don't matter, I dared to pick out an old name and attach it.
“How are you, Hilde? Are you ready to accept my offer?”
“that… name… . how.”
Similar to stage names, the prostitutes have a name that is only used in Giru. I threw away his name as he left Giru, but I managed to pick up what he threw away and put it back together.
Something that had disappeared once because of the twinkling. I put it together and made a lighthouse. It would be a real shame to throw away this ego.
“… I am, Hilde.”
Sikhlund, the escort force under 'her' and the head of the military public safety department, has disappeared. Instead, a new self, abandoned long ago, took over.
Hilde hesitated and backed away. Now that she has abandoned her self as Sieg Hlund, there is no need for her to defend her forge while fighting us. At the same time she can't even attack me, her observer.
Hilde bowed her head and mumbled. I don't know what you mean. I guess it just means thank you.
“What. you're welcome. You're the one asking Shay anyway, so it's up to you. first thing. I hope to get my face back and live a new life.”
I waved my hand to tell him to go. Hilde stared at me like a beast facing an unfamiliar intruder, and then she turned around and disappeared.
I stared at Hilde until it disappeared completely, then let out a long sigh as she disappeared completely.
“after. she almost died I was barely repelled.”
I'm glad there's a place to dig.
To be honest, it was really dangerous. If Hilde had attempted to antagonize her at the location of Tirna Returner, she would have been unable to escape without revealing the existence of mind-reading. Neither the regressor nor Tyr will pass on her prophecies in vain.
However, if I had to deal with it myself, the succulent was too strong. I must have been tied up and robbed in the interrogation room before I could speak.
If there was an enemy, how fortunate it was to have Historia, a true soldier who fought without saying a word. It seems that friendship is rekindling all over again.
“Good job, Leah. Really, thanks to you, I lived.”
I was able to defeat it, but it was possible because of the strong barrier called Historia. To put it bluntly, Historia was a barrel and I was a bullet. There is no need to question which of the two was more active. It's never because I feel like I've done less.
As I was breathing a sigh of relief, Shiati staggered and stood up. Her princess was supporting her, but Shiati pushed her away and came towards me.
what. why do you open your eyes like that Scary… .
Oh right. The bullying I had before. It hasn't been resolved yet.
“day off. Who are you on your side?”