There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 503



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EP.503 To you we waited for (5)

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Immediately after the former saintess disappeared like smoke.

[Cough!]

Mahagan jumped out from between the stairs.

It must have been so difficult to maintain the illusion that he fell to the floor and gasped like a living person.

Yeo-myeong said as she looked at him in turn with the approaching companions.

“It was incredible magic. Thank you for your hard work.”

[Oh, yes, you idiot, I am this age… No, I never thought I would suffer like this until I die.]

Whoop, whoop, whoop, Mahagan took a moment to catch his breath and flopped down on the floor.

[So, what did you see in your fantasy?]

Coy look and tone of voice. Mahagan stuck his head out and said.

[if… Have you seen him?]

The former saintess said that Mahagan would not know, but even if he rotted, he was still an archmage, and even if he died, the archmage was an archmage.

It’s just that someone who even the Grand Wizard didn’t expect appeared. Dawn shook her head.

“no. “I met someone else.”

[What? He wasn’t a margrave? No, that can’t be possible? In my view, this is clearly a picture of a rich man… .]

At that time, a saintly woman came running down the stairs with great strides and joined the conversation.

“hey! Over a thousand people! “Who is that woman just now!?”

[female? A woman came out?]

Two people face each other at the same time. Dawn smiled faintly and answered.

“Yes, I met the former saintess.”

Immediately after, a question mark appeared above Mahagan’s head and an exclamation mark appeared above the saintess’s head.

[what? that… Hmm, no… If you think about it, isn’t it impossible… ]

Unlike Mahagan, who tilted his head crookedly to understand something on his own, the saintess asked back in a confused voice.

“Ji, was she really a former saintess?”

“It’s not real, it’s an illusion.”

“Whatever! “Why did you appear so young?”

“I don’t know that either. “Do you know the producer?”

As soon as attention was focused on him, Mahagan shook his head.

[How do I know that? I have lived my whole life as a virgin, and I am proud of that fact. If you want to ask a woman about her feelings, ask Bicorn, not me.]

“… .”

Yeomyeong, who felt that Mahagan was avoiding the answer with nonsense, did not ask any more questions.

And the next moment, the saintess grabbed his shoulder and dragged him.

“Uh, over there… Did you hear what I said? huh?”

“… Of course I heard it. “It rang loudly down the stairs.”

“ah… .”

The saint groaned and covered her face with both palms.

“how… I do not know… It’s the worst first impression… .”

Why are you doing this again? Dawn said, putting her hand on her hair.

“Why do you care about that? “Out of all the people I know, you are the one who has the deepest relationship with the saintess of Jeondae.”

The saintess shook her head.

“The deep relationship happened when I was older… “When I was young, the saint wouldn’t even know who I was.”

“… What do you think? “It’s just a fantasy anyway.”

“Even if it’s an illusion, you’re my mother-in-law!”

“… .”

“Why, why are you looking at me like that?! “I want to be a good daughter-in-law!”

A good daughter-in-law? Isn’t it already too late?

While Dawn swallowed her thoughts and Mahagan whispered to him, ‘The five gods have strange tastes,’ the rest of the party arrived.

“A good daughter-in-law. “It was an interesting conversation.”

Seti crossed his arms without asking any questions.

Mahagan, who sensed her somewhat chilly mood, immediately disappeared, and the saintess, unable to escape like a ghost, smiled awkwardly.

“Well, it wasn’t a particularly interesting story.”

“… I think it’s a lot more interesting than the story about someone who killed a member of the National Assembly without any contact and acted like a communist, right? You think so too, right? Dawn?”

Seti’s cold eyes looked towards Dawn, but he slyly looked away.

“… “I was just about to tell you that, and it came at just the right time.”

“I think it would have been better if you had done it while I was playing with my sister-in-law.”

“I tried to tell you face to face, not text.”

“… .”

“Didn’t you miss me? “I missed you.”

Unlike Salome, who was listening, muttering ‘Wow, really’, Seti turned his head calmly.

“… “Just improve your speaking skills.”

“You must have experienced so many things. huh? “I had to improve my speaking skills to explain everything I experienced.”

Dawn, who answered even the last word back, slowly began to explain.

The Japanese Communist Party, the black dragon, the bloodline of a warrior, and even the mother I met on the stairs.

Without even a single secret.

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The time when dawn rises between the blue skies.

The first thing that dawned on me was the tall mountain and the pure white snow piled on top.

Following the warm light, the snow that had been frozen all night slowly reflected the light, and the mountain quietly blushed like a living creature.

It was such a beautiful scenery. Pure beauty that nature has repeated over the past hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years.

But one of the old philosophers said that everything we see every day is just everyday life.

Indeed, it was as he said. Because none of the creatures living on this mountain have been able to enjoy this beauty.

Starburst flowers sleeping under the snow, Provencal wax bees that Earthlings failed to reproduce, and…

Monsters baring their teeth as they look down the mountain.

They were all immersed in the struggle for survival in the name of everyday life.

Flowers desperately turned their heads towards the sunlight, and wax bees flew ceaselessly between the mountains in search of honey to feed the next generation.

And the monsters…

I hid in the darkness to avoid the hunters who moved with the dawn.

It looked completely different from the imagination of humans who believed that the entire mountain belonged to a monster, but the monster did not care.

1200 years ago, now, and in the future, they had no regard for human evaluation.

The monster thought it was just a few pieces of brain left. It is said that only intelligent people jump to death for the sake of others’ evaluation.

How many deaths just to change the name of this land?

The monster’s thoughts could not continue any further. This was because the sword suddenly protruded between his eyes and cut off his head.

Suddenly, the face of a reindeer-like monster fell onto the snow field and red flowers bloomed. It was a flower made of frozen blood.

“Kag, keung.”

The monster gaped with enormous vitality, but that was all.

The guy’s cold eyes were filled with nothing but the hunter who killed him.

Clothes made from thick monster skin, a long long sword in his hand, and golden eyes as deep as honey.

The man, who appeared to be somewhere between middle-aged and old, stopped in front of the monster’s already lifeless head.

And just put your feet up—

Kwasik.

He trampled on the monster’s head and walked away, leaving the headless corpse behind.

The dawn light shone behind him, creating a long shadow, but he silently crossed the snow-covered mountain.

And how long did it take to walk like that?

After about ten more unfortunate monsters that had not sensed his presence were killed, the man arrived home.

A house made by remodeling a pile of stones, and it is not clear whether it is a mountain cabin or a barracks.

It was a very shabby house, but there were traces of people living here and there.

The roof and fence looked like they had been recently repaired, and even the beekeeping hives in the yard.

If there’s just one problem, it’s that all those traces have nothing to do with the man.

“Have you been there?”

As soon as he opened the door, a woman greeted him.

She had been repairing a fireplace and chimney that had been neglected for almost 10 years, and was putting firewood into the stove, which was producing warm flames.

“Are you still not back?”

The man who saw this said bluntly, and the woman said with a bitter smile.

“This is the safest place in the world, where would I go?”

The woman seemed to want to continue the conversation, but the man did not give any reply.

And although it may be hard to call him a substitute, he took out a cloth and a sword and began wiping the monster’s blood off the blade.

Swoosh, swoosh. For a moment, the sound of a blade soaked in monster blood being wiped and the sound of firewood burning in the stove intertwined to create a strange silence.

The woman who had put all the firewood into the stove muttered to the man.

“… “It’s okay for me, but is it okay for you?”

“… .”

“Is it my son or not… Since you haven’t answered, I don’t know, but he is the last remaining honey bloodline. Are you really going to leave it like this?”

A persuasion that must have been repeated dozens of times already. The man did not answer, just like dozens of times before.

Morine, the woman, the mother of the modern saint and the president of the Blue Rat, sighed as if she knew that would happen-

?

At that time, the man lifted his head and looked out the window. To be exact, in the direction of the Provence Portal.

what? Morine was surprised when she saw his trembling eyes. Since coming here, it was the first time he had even looked at something, let alone looked surprised.

“Why are you doing that?”

What on earth did you feel? Morine asked carefully, but the man did not answer.

He looked out the window for a long time, or even longer.

Eventually, he looked away from the window and called her name for the first time.

“Mori’s. By any chance, do you have any coins? “If you have one, please lend me one.”

“… .”

Suddenly, I couldn’t tell what was happening, but Morine took out a coin from her pocket and held it out to the man.

A rare ruble coin with the faces of Lenin and Stalin that she had kept since her days working under the KGB.

Considering the relationship between the man in front of her and Stalin, it might have been a slightly inappropriate coin, but unfortunately, this was the only coin she had.

Fortunately, the man didn’t seem to care either, and said calmly as he held the coin.

“The front depicts the faces of Stalin and Lenin. Or the back with the Kremlin drawn on it. Which of the two do you think will come out?”

“… yes?”

“Toss a coin. “Which do you think it is?”

“… .”

Morine blinked, wondering what this meant, but simply answered as asked.

Immediately after, a question mark appeared above Mahagan’s head and an exclamation mark appeared above the saintess’s head.

[what? that… Hmm, no… If you think about it, isn’t it impossible… ]

“I think the Kremlin will come out on the other side.”

Immediately afterwards, the man flipped a coin. Pingrrrr-tak! The coin that fell on the back of the man’s hand…

Stalin and Lenin. It was the front.

The man who was staring at the coin blankly threw the coin once more.

Pingrrrr, thak. obverse.

Once more. obverse.

Once more. obverse.

Only after four people had tossed a coin did the man return the coin to Morine. And she blinked her eyes wondering what this was and he told her this.

“Get ready to leave.”

“yes? leave… No, where are you going? If you are planning to cross the portal, our company will provide you with a fake identity and face… ”

“No, there is a place to go before the portal.”

The man, who is called more by the title Margrave than by his name, answered by turning his head towards the north, rather than towards the portal he had been looking at just a moment ago.

“Saint.”