“That’s how she fell. She lost her will, perhaps because she was a little hasty and had side effects.”
“And?”
“It’s the end.”
Why do you edit out the last scene of a cinematic video?
“Aren’t there more?”
"well."
“There must be more. Since you ca to confession, why don’t you finish it?”
“I don’t rember.”
“Think carefully. Are you planning on doing anything ungentlemanly?”
"His Holiness."
"yes."
“It seems like you are not conducting a sacrant but rather an interrogation.”
“I guess it’s my imagination.”
I quickly refuted it, but it stung. I guess I have no choice but to retreat here. I feel a bit resentful.
Then Reed repeated my words as if he was rolling candy in his mouth.
“That is ungentlemanly behavior.......”
“.......”
“If I did it, how could I say I don’t rember it? I would have said it was a precious mory.”
I guess he's saying he didn't do it.
I felt a strange sense of relief, but as I thought about what he said, I felt sothing was off-putting about his tone.
'What kind of precious mories are precious mories? It's not like it's the first ti. You did all that with the original Saint Muriel, right?'
Why do I feel sad?
From the mont Reed's speech beca rude, the blind confession ended. I also opened my mouth openly.
“Let ask you one thing, Reid.”
“What is it?”
“Are you by any chance a saint?”
“......What does that an?”
“No. I don’t want to listen. That’s enough.”
Sothing made feel depressed.
As I left the confessional, Reed opened the door and followed out. He watched for a mont and then said sothing that seed to be carefully chosen.
“I have not been forgiven of my sins.”
There's a bit of a slur in your speech. Are you perhaps reading my mood right now?
As I stared blankly at him, he continued to speak as if urging on.
“You must tell what to do as atonent, Your Majesty.”
“It wasn’t even a sincere confession. And you have no intention of becoming a mber of the Unryongyo.”
“My heart of reflection and desire to be forgiven is sincere.”
This sounded pretty genuine.
However, it seed like the person he was asking for forgiveness from was not a god up in the sky, but soone he was eting on earth right now.
I deliberately crossed my arms and tilted my head slightly.
“God’s forgiveness is rciful, but human forgiveness can be sloppy, Brother Reed.”
“It’s what I wanted.”
“Do you know what I’m asking for in return?”
“Anything.”
Even though I scared him in so way, his eyes that t mine cleanly were truly challenging.
By doing so, he appears to be a seeker willing to accept any hardship, even if he is wearing a corrupted shell.
After a fierce conflict between his desire to protect the good as the Pope and his desire to make things difficult for Reed, he was able to co up with a suitable solution.
“Let us sincerely pray for the other person to live happily in that tiline and pray earnestly every evening.”
“.......”
I liked the flinching reaction.
“Can’t you do it?”
“I would be foolishly happy, but why bother.”
“You can’t do it?”
“......I have to do it.”
[The 'Balance-Tuning Poisoner' tells you that you seem to have the talent of a trainer.]
Why is the critic always praising ?
After washing his face several tis, Reed returned to his usual arrogant, dark side.
By that ti, all my low mood had disappeared. I grabbed the hem of my ceremonial dress and went into the side room.
I ca out from behind the partition, having changed my clothes in a hurry.
[The 'World-Building Words' loves your mint-colored high-waisted outing one-piece.]
[The 'Libra that judges the soul' lights up and asks if this is a date.]
I leaned my upper body out toward Reed, who was staring at intently.
“Reed, I’m done with my schedule. Let’s go out.”
“I’m excited to be asked out on a date.”
"what."
“No. It’s disappointing.”
It was just a joke to pretend to be upset, because Reed already acted like he knew where I was going.
“Not a bad ti for dinner. I think I’ll have the grilled chicken lemon, which I didn’t get to eat properly last ti.”
“Wow, I agree.”
Yes, we were planning to revisit the 'Night Bird' restaurant, which was attacked by assassins last ti.
Before that, there were so preparations that had to be made.
“What about the building ownership docunts?”
"here."
I love the color, feel, and scent of the rolled paper. I took the lead with energy.
✠
A gloomy basent with various weapons displayed ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) on the walls. The sound of sharpening blades chilled the air.
A middle-aged man with dark brown hair was concentrating on sharpening his sword. A sharp-looking boy noticed this and asked slyly.
“Master, do you do the maintenance yourself?”
“Because it’s a love sword.”
“That’s a kitchen knife.”
“This is my main tool when I cook, so it’s a sword, Ash.”
"yes."
Ash answered politely and began to work on his weapon, a pair of daggers, next to him.
The sound of sharpening blades echoed throughout the weapons managent office.
In fact, there were various facilities in this basent other than the weapons managent office. Although it was impossible to hear anything because of the excellent soundproofing, the new recruits were probably undergoing ntal training in the room next door, and training was taking place in the room next door, and various facilities were functioning in their own way.
In fact, this is the headquarters of the Night Eagle Guild.
No one would ever guess that an assassin's guild is hidden in a bustling comrcial district.
Taking advantage of such blind spots and prejudices, the Night Eagle Assassin's Guild disguised itself as a neat restaurant above ground and built a secret facility the size of a mansion underground.
'It took five years just to build this facility, not to ntion the cost.'
The secret facility will soon be completed by the takeover of a ground-floor comrcial building that serves as a camouflage.
'There's not much ti left.'
Guild Master Fligel's eyes widened at the fact that he only needed to earn a little more. Indeed, the glare of the Auror Master was sharper than the sharp knife he had just cut.
Fligel had a lot of knives to sharpen, and Ash was just getting started. It was a good ti for a chat.
“I feel like things have changed drastically since the inauguration of the new Lord. I think he is a tyrant, just as rumored.”
“We have to be careful for the ti being, Ash, since you tried to assassinate that tower lord.”
“I know. But the Marcellion family has been demoted to a baronial family, and Odelit Marcellion has already been punished with a demotion, but we haven’t done anything to stir things up.”
“I guess I’ll wait until you relax.”
At that mont, the door connected to the restaurant on the ground opened, and a subordinate disguised as an employee ca down.
“Master, a custor has arrived at the restaurant. He has ordered the chicken lemon grilled dish, which is only available to Masters. What should we do?”
“We are closed today. Send back.”
"yes."
Once again, a conversation between master and disciple took place amidst the sound of blades being sharpened.
“What do you think about the new tower?”
“Well. Judging from the fact that you summoned the gate of Manmajeon, it’s definitely the 9th Circle.”
At that mont, the subordinate in the employee uniform who had co earlier ca down again.
“Master, the guest is making a fuss.”
“Is it hard to kick them out?”
“Yes. Should I kill you?”
“We can’t do that because we have to pretend to be a normal restaurant. If we just give them water and leave them waiting, they’ll get sick of it and go back.”
"yes."
Fligel and Ash continued their conversation while sharpening their swords again.
“I don’t know if it makes sense that soone who has reached the level of the 9th Circle would suddenly appear.”
“I guess she’s a master in the field. Sister Shin Sung-kyung also suddenly appeared.”
At that mont, the subordinate ca down again. For so reason, he looked like he was sweating profusely.
“Master, the real guest claims to be the Magic Tower Lord.”
“Tell him to stop talking nonsense.”
“Yes, I said exactly that anyway.......”
“Did I tell you?”
“He summoned the gate of Manmajeon!”
"what?!"
The subordinate held out a crystal ball the size of a newborn baby's head as evidence. It was a magical tool containing far-sighted magic. The crystal ball functioned faithfully and illuminated the situation at the restaurant entrance.
A black door with magic fluttering around it stood in a majestic state, blocking the entrance to the restaurant. People around it were seen running away in panic.
Even though I was seeing it through distant magic, the ominous aura sent shivers down my spine. It was undoubtedly the 9th Circle Erebomancy magic.
A hellish gateway that appears out of nowhere in the middle of the city. When it opens, ten thousand demons will burst out and Gehenid will be turned into scorched earth.
Ash's mouth opened wide.
“Isn’t this guy crazy?”
“I think so too! He’s absolutely crazy, Master!”
“Hey, first, pretend to be a powerless, ordinary small business owner. You’re just going to keep pushing him until he leaves.”
“Yes.......”
Fligel made the best decision based on the current situation of the guild and sent his subordinate up. However, before the sound of the sword being sharpened could be heard ten tis, the subordinate ca back down with a face that looked almost like he was about to cry.
“Oh, oh, Master. I really think you should co out and see .”
“I ordered you to keep quiet until I got back.”
“That, that, the woman who accompanied Matapju.......”
“Why? It’s the New Testant.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“.......”
“But that’s not important right now.”
“Then what’s important?”
Suddenly, the subordinate burst into tears.
“The woman owns the building here! She is demanding the demolition of the illegal underground facility!”
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