Chapter 171 – Resembling Someone From the Past.

If you see a man and a woman lying face down with her beads in front of her and banging her head until their foreheads bleed.

Someone who doesn’t know the circumstances might say it’s funny.

Judging by the look on their faces, these squirrels couldn’t possibly laugh it off.

– It’s a really funny and interesting joke. I spent that much sacrifice and time, but I don’t have any data, and I don’t know for sure the reason for the loss?

The two of them trembled at the calm man’s voice coming from the beads.

“That, that’s…”

-‘Perhaps’ is the behavior of the saintess or the church? Those who are clumsy and warlocks speak abstract words. The status of Nema Natas has fallen to the bottom of the abyss.

“…”

The ruler who reigned over Ismay and Bernstein even before they were born.

Even though his voice is not high or low, the atmosphere is bloody like the tip of a knife.

Even if they look at it, the result is like this, so what can they say to make an excuse?

The two of them bit their lips until blood dripped to the floor, waiting for the punishment that would signal the end of their nervousness.

-Those stupid things that make this body lose its words after a long time···You could make it into a toad and have it be eaten by wild dogs by chewing up its intestines and muscles. Or is it okay to throw the body to the test subjects as a prostitute and a toy?

“If you give me any kind of punishment, I will gladly accept it…”

Drooling-

When Ismay’s plea was heard, his marbles trembled as if they were about to break.

Mana powerful enough to affect distantly connected artifacts was fear in itself.

-It’s really arrogant to try to finish it with punishment without cleaning up. Even if you die, if you want to die comfortably, show an attitude of devotion for Nemanatas.

“I will not spare this lowly body! I will surely…! I will confirm the reason and find the fragment of information!”

The marbles, which were shaking left and right alone in a frenzy of mana, stopped.

My name fell in a voice full of pathetic and insignificant signs.

-Foolish things without understanding and intelligence···Investigation is second. First, the psychopaths of Mendes Pantagram must not know the identity of the artificial flesh. Keep that in mind and work through it.

“I’ll keep that in mind…!!”

Gee-

Her orb quieted down and Ismey rose from her seat and gnashed her teeth to increase her mana.

A black hand came up from the bubbling floor and grabbed Bernstein’s neck.

Pudeuk.

Unable to resist the black hand exerting physical force, Bernstein struggled with his feet in the air.

“Keuheuk-!”

It can be said that Naeri Galgum is the unique culture of the vast majority of organizations located in the Empire, whether in the sun or in the dark.

Ismay glared at Bernstein, wiping the blood from her lips with her sleeve.

“Did you do it right?”

“Kuk… I’m sure I’ve also brought talented people to protect me…!”

Of course, she knows, too, because she’s seen her roster for her capital city. It’s just annoying enough that you need to vent your anger.

I couldn’t have imagined that the saintess would return to the capital at that timing.

The most unexpected thing was the speed at which Leo was degrading.

Even to the person who sold the trap, the change was embarrassing, and his head pounded.

From the beginning, Leo wonders if the devil was born wrongly as a human.

After seeing the reaction of the contract, I hurried to respond as much as possible, but to put it in words, it was just a neat failure.

Everything was a mess

Coudangtang-!

“Collock… Big!”

Thrown in the air and rolling on the floor, Bernstein crawled on the floor, coughing repeatedly, holding his handprints on his neck.

“Hey! If you’re with the saintess, Magellan is… Anyway, an ignorant bitch.”

The church’s paladin, Magella’s skills are certainly superior to those attached to her as bodyguards.

She was not an opponent who was so overwhelming or so fast that she was completely swept away without leaving a contact.

In the first place, she has the burden of being a saint, so she puts her saint in her place and fights.

‘Has that bitch gone out once and become that strong? There’s no way the saintess could have gotten her body healthy… No, this is absolutely…’

The black magicians in charge of the records have been educated for more than half of their lives, and they can be called veterans just for hiding.

How could such people be swept away without using an artifact to send an emergency signal?

What the hell is going on, the beginning and the end are not drawn at all, so the headache comes like a wave.

“First, investigate as ordered. We’ll visit all the nobles and merchants connected to the capital, so get ready.”

“Swallowing… I get it… Cough! It’s…”

“Tsk! Useless.”

Ismay clenched her tongue as she watched Bernstein rise from the floor, and left quickly to get ready.

*****

The first feeling of heaviness.

I don’t know what it is, but I’ve already gone too far.

Such a thought popped into her shaking head, unable to get her mind together.

Chloe originally had a lot of time to be lost in delusion or contemplation.

There’s probably no one who doesn’t do it at all, but the amount of time Chloe invests in them is lightly above average.

Now she is trying to renew it once more.

‘This is nothing. It’s an ordinary worry… Worry… Worry…’

Even though he harbors such an ominous feeling that he must not clearly face her inner thoughts.

It seemed that her palms were sweaty and her nerves were failing to divert her eyes completely from this mind.

‘I’m just worried about my older brother… I’m sure that’s the case…’

But I’m afraid of what will happen if I act on my feelings.

This is a heart that does not tolerate the act of revealing or challenging itself.

The moment you spit it out of her mouth, you will find relief, but you will lose everything.

Every day she found an excuse to bury this heart of hers and nurtured an image of herself as her lack of courage.

If she didn’t catch her spirit after finishing her academy, her feet would unknowingly head towards the church.

There were times when she stopped at the church by herself, absent-mindedly, at a time that was neither lunch nor dinner.

She didn’t know what to do after passing through the hallway of the church, but her feet were tied together.

She was happy to spend time sharing her story with her older brother, who greeted her with a unique cool smile.

Unheard of and unseen knowledge and an adventure story that seems to be drawn in front of your eyes.

A father’s gaze waits for his words and watches over him.

A room with a brother.

All elements present in it catch themselves.

It was like a swamp in which, instead of struggling, one could not get out.

The happy time that passed quickly like an arrow shot by a hunter brought only regret and frustration the moment he left the church.

I can’t do this. This is going really crazy.

At the same time, the head that is out of will will somehow promise the next thing, so it will go crazy and jump.

“…”

As soon as she leaves the church, the girl’s head malfunctions again.

A dessert cafe that didn’t lead to the undead incident that day.

‘Can I ask you to go there when you get back from the church?’

Only this thought remained indelible like a scar on my head.

It would be enough for her brother to look at her gently.

You shouldn’t want more than this, and you won’t want it… You have to be satisfied with your current relationship in the future.

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Early morning hours at Eclair’s mansion.

From the day Ricke came, the three of us have been together.

Chloe used to trim ingredients and add fruit every day, but today was a little different.

Now that practical training is just around the corner, the church’s visit to the hospital is over, and Rike is at the mansion for the last time.

It was the same with the lunch box prepared every day.

“Sister··.”

“Hmm?”

“Can’t I try cooking too? Something simple!”

At the same time as feeling regretful that this was the last chance, the words came without Chloe herself knowing.

Even if you press hard, the emotions that come out through the cracks gather and come to a situation where you win over reason.

“…”

Éclair listened to Chloe’s words and looked at Rique with a strange expression before stopping.

Purple eyes peeked out from behind the eclair.

“Would you like to make it with me? I only have a simple dish left.”

“…! If it’s okay…”

“Of course it’s fine! Come over here.”

Chloe nervously moved to Rike’s side and took hold of her cleaver for the first time.

Great concentration when cooking.

When finishing and serving, careful hand movements stand out, as if transferring an elixir.

When the lunch box was finished, Eclair looked at Rique while seeing Chloe with a flushed expression, and Rike also met Eclair’s eyes at the same time.

“…I’m going to have lunch today. I have something to talk about with Roman.”

“Ah! Yes…”

Chloe’s condition was too easy to understand even if her older sister, who prided herself on being ignorant, saw it.

Watching Chloe quickly grow sullen, Éclair put her hand on her sister’s sloppy hair and stroked it.

“Be sure to tell me that it’s a side dish made by Chloe today, so I’ll get Roman’s opinion.”

“No, no, it’s fine…”

She is also a sister is a sister, even though her direction itself is different, she can’t hide it.

The words that come out of her mouth are okay, but her expression is full of childlike anticipation.

Watching Chloe’s condition improve with just a word, Eclair seemed to see herself in a mirror a while ago.

“And Rike… Can we talk for a while before we go out?”

“Sure.”

Her older sister’s position as she sees Rike happily nodding her head is complicated.