Mission No.7 The girl who picks up time (9)
Lingehorn, who was the last to exit the dimensional door, had a truly devastated expression. It was only natural for her, since the corpses of elves, not of any other race, were scattered all over the place.
Aglar Kar Lingehon, the head of the elves, grinded his teeth.
“What is this…”
Supea put a cigarette in her mouth with a slightly trembling hand, as if she was quite shocked by the corpse of an elf she had never seen before. Besides, it’s a corpse that hasn’t been dead for a while.
She took her eyes off the elf’s body, which would have been alive an hour ago, and inhaled the smoke deeply.
“Look.”
As soon as Lingehorn said those words, the elven envoys who had visited Kaselheim immediately scattered in all directions and began examining the corpses of their own people.
There are about twenty people in all.
However, the body of the elf was in a state of being hacked to the point that the pieces reached a hundred pieces. None of the bodies were intact.
In addition, as if he had just died, the body was still warm and steam was blooming.
Ewald looked at Rin Gehon, frowning at this ridiculous situation, but Rin Gehon commanded the elf with a face that showed no emotion on her face.
The elves, who moved systematically and in an orderly manner, recovered the corpses of their comrades in an instant and completely recovered the fragments.
After less than 10 minutes had passed, the elves stood tall with their bodies turned toward Lingehorn.
At first glance, she couldn’t tell if she had feelings or not, but when she looked at the hand of an elf clenching her fist to crush her, Balt silently turned her body toward Lin Gehon.
The blood-eyed Lynn Gehon opened her mouth.
“Ewald Kitsuka, the magic swordsman of destruction.”
“… Please tell me.”
Lynn Gehon turned to Balt with her seemingly calm face.
“From now on, we will collect the bodies and return to Arbressil.”
Lingehorn, who calmly let go of his rhyme, somehow showed an apologetic expression to Ewald. But Ewald said nothing more as she witnessed a stream of her bright red blood dripping from the tip of Lingehorn’s lips.
An elf who suppresses his anger is more terrifying than an elf who shows his anger.
“I am very sorry that I could not drive you to the entrance of the prison. But…”
“It looks like that building over there, so I’ll take care of it. Let’s go ahead and get into it. You must have a lot of work to do.”
“… Thank you.”
Lynn Gehon thanked Ewald in her low pitched voice. Ewald, who read the light of anger that appeared in his eyes, spoke of his crew instead of replying.
“Please take good care of Pionir.”
“… Except of course.”
At the same time, Ewald pushed Peonir’s back to Lingehorn.
“Yes? Yes?”
Fiornier, still bewildered, pushed Ewald away and approached Lingehorn, but still had no awareness of what was happening.
And Ewald sent a pitiful, bitter, and worried smile to Pionir.
“Learn hard.”
“What, Captain?”
Ewald lifted up his backpack and turned away from Pionir.
“You said you were going to be dispatched. From now on, follow that old elf and learn some magic.”
After taking a quick look at Shu Pea and Ekrin, Ebalt closed one eye while giving Pionir a thumbs up.
“Feel your limits.”
However, with a sullen look on his face, Pionir replied to Ewald’s words.
“… I’m sorry, boss. I am already feeling the limit.”
“Just do this.”
Ewald, who instantly turned into a ferocious face, stared intently at Pionir’s face.
“You can ignore everything I’ve said so far, but listen up, Fior.”
Ewald’s fingers went to Fionir’s face.
“From now on, your job is to feel your limits every day.”
Fionir, stunned, nodded slowly.
But from Ewald’s mouth his words continued,
“And push that limit back little by little.”
Pionir’s head turned to Ewald.
“… Yes?”
Ewald moved his lips clearly at Pionir, who was still looking at him with a face he did not understand.
“Experience your limits every day and expand your limits endlessly.”
Fionir’s eyes shook.
He reached his limit every day, and the words that he put it off every day struck his head like a thunderbolt.
“My limit is this far, I can’t do it, I’m this far. Push until your mouth pulls the intestines.”
“Big… Blind.”
“You don’t deserve to eat on the day you haven’t reached your limit, so don’t even think about eating it.
And the next day you have to go a little further than the day before. Even one step is fine. Don’t be greedy. Got it?”
“… Limits. Everyday…”
“I can do it, man.”
Unable to guess what kind of emotion was filling his chest, Fionir fixed his gaze on Balt with his trembling fists clenched.
However, Ebalt turned around chicly and slightly lowered his head towards Lin Gehon.
“I’m a guy who lacks a lot, but please take good care of me, Aglar Carr.”
“Of course, magic swordsman of destruction. Leave it to me.”
“… Can’t we just omit the word ruin?”
Ewald, who straightened his back while joking around like that, moved his hands to Shupea and Eccrine with an awkward smile.
* * *
“I present this power to you, Ipone.”
The shadow, which moved wings large enough to cover the entire back, slowly raised its hand while blinking bright yellow eyes.
The shadow, which moved its horned head hideously, began laughing in the dark, revealing white teeth.
“I will not forget your credit for planning this.”
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At the shadow who opened his mouth in a tone dripping with wickedness, another shadow spat out an empty laugh.
“Isn’t that telling you to believe the words of the demons?”
“If you believe and don’t believe, you will be free.”
A bright red tongue is revealed between the white teeth.
At the gruesome scene, the little shadow took a few steps back.
“My work is done, Ipone. From now on, it’s all up to your strength, your ability, and your will.”
“I know you don’t even have to say it.”
The demon called Ipone slowly moved its fingers with sharp claws and moved forward.
The appearance of Ipone, which had melted into the darkness, split the darkness naturally as if it had been buried in darkness from the beginning.
“Now.”
Ifone showed her sharp teeth.
“The world is mine.”
* * *
“What is this? Isn’t Adele here first?”
Shupea looked around him, shuddering at the song that seemed to rip out his brain.
A trembling song resounded everywhere, comparable to Adele’s deliberately sung song.
Corinne’s Prison. Ewald, who stepped into the dungeon without any information about it, faced a terrible situation and looked quite bewildered.
The judgment that it would be enough to follow the song was shattered.
Now this singing voice was echoing in all directions, so that the source could not be identified.
Can’t find this Quickly judging, Ewald bent his knees and set down his backpack.
“Ah!”
And the backpack screamed so cute.
“Oh, really!”
At that moment, Ebalt, who had untied his backpack almost as if tearing it open, pulled the screaming ‘it’ head from his backpack and snatched it away.
“Ugh! It hurts, master! Sick! Hair loss is coming!”
“Hey, you crazy! Hey!”
The only being who calls himself Master. Usu Bell appeared, dragged by Balt’s hand, with tears hanging from her eyes.
Ewald pulled Usbel out of his backpack like a fisherman hauling in a big fish, and thrust a face so hideous that he could believe he was an animal.
“Hey! You! Are you crazy! Know where this is and follow me!”
“Ah, the head! Head! Top of the head! Turruk is pulled out, turruck! Wow!”
Ewald, who had already erased the sound of singing from her mind, glared at Usbel with eyes that would prey on him.
Usbel, who was secretly holding her breath in her rucksack, began to tremble as Ewald’s terrifying eyes terrified her.
“What are you doing if you’re shivering like this, man! I don’t know if I left you on purpose! I didn’t leave it there because it’s dangerous for you! Are you kidding me!”
“Ueee, Master, Master, I am sorry. The owner’s backpack looked so warm that he went in for a while and then fell asleep. I must have fallen asleep.”
Ewald began breathing fire from his mouth.
“Are you asking me to believe that crazy thing!”
“Believe me! You must believe! This backpack is wrong! The backpack is a total badass!”
“Sudden!”
“Look, wait! Both!”
It was Shupea who shouted so loudly that the two of them shut their mouths.
As she shouted until her face turned red, Balt and Usbel, who had been shedding her tears, quickly turned their heads to Shu Pea’s actions.
In front of the two of them, Shupea, who had been covering his ears, frowned as he removed his fingers from his ears.
“A little! Didn’t you feel that you couldn’t hear the singing?”
Only then did she turn her gaze to Shu Pea, and after staring at her eyes for a very short while, he quickly stood up and looked around her.
Of course, Usbel’s hair was held tightly.
“Ugya gyaya gyaya gyaya gyaya gyaya gyaya!”
“Quietly!”
“How can you not scream when your hair roots are being pulled out! How!”
Ewald lightly released her hand from holding Usbel.
As a result, Usbel let out a short, cute scream as she stomped her butt on the floor. Ewald met the silence that came as soon as her screams died away.
“… It’s creepy.”
Everything was quiet I could even hear the sweat running down her face.
Just a moment ago, a song that sounded like Adele’s earwax had flowed out, but now it had completely disappeared.
As if there was nothing in the first place, a pitch-black space made up of only silence spread out.
Everything was killing signs.
When even the slightest noise disappeared, Ewald invoked lighting magic.
“Ljos.”
The pale blue light adhered to the mana that moved along with Ewald’s fingertips, scattering traces in the dark space.
An enormous space appeared in front of Ewald and his companions.
A vast open space where everything is. I couldn’t even tell if this was inside or outside the building. There was only a dome-shaped roof forming the ceiling, and everything was holding up in an open space.
Not to mention the sculptures, Ewald looked around with a clearly unpleasant face on the flat terrain without even a curve.
Ewald’s senses, which were focused on sight and hearing, caught something new.
Strange smell.
But the smell that I smelled a lot.
Ewald hurriedly bent down and held out his hand toward the source of the smell that was creeping up from under his feet.
Something like a slimy liquid caught on Ewald’s fingertips.
This is blood
“Með hámark.”
Ebalt poured intense mana into the light magic that was floating around him and memorized a maximization spell. At that moment, the mass of light exploded with a booming sound.
The huge mass of light rose into the air, emitting more intense light in all directions as much as its swollen body.
As the vision suddenly brightened, the crew members who were accustomed to the darkness covered their eyes with their arms and stepped back.
However, Ebaltman frowned strongly and waited for his eyesight to get used to the light.
Before long, Ewald acquired a stable vision.
And the information that the sunken vision brought to him forced curses to come out of Ewald’s mouth.
“What, what, what, this? They all bleed!”
Shupea jumped up and stepped back. However, no matter where she stepped, the feet of Supea were stained with blood.
Those who got goosebumps from the viscous movement of the sloshing liquid had to stop in their seats.
Ewald followed his bloody trail with a miserable face.
A horn-shaped building towering in the middle of space. All the blood in the space was converging towards the building, which apparently appeared to be the doorway of the downward stairway.