Hunter of the Perished World

'Was he okay...? Thank goodness.'

SMCP Fortress would not have been able to pursue Charlotte in the barrels being ambushed, and was able to escape the Korean Peninsula safely.

"Let's just ignore the gunshot and try to wrestle each other and lose. What if I was only a few years younger and didn't have a match?" Phew, I was lucky to get shot at, but he was a decent man. I wonder how much the soy sauce melted... "

The guard commander seems to be picking on Charlotte as well. Although Gindo Charlotte did not know it well, she was not caught up in such a private quarrel, so she left quietly. Of course, there was not enough time left to care about such quarrels.

"By the way, they're looking for someone."

However, the villager's expression changed.

"You found who?"

Charlotte is the one who needs to get to Central Command right away, not the one who needs to find people.

"Yes, so I didn't stay long, I just got the food and left. Wh-what...?"

The villager thought, then flicked his finger as if he were coming to his senses.

"He said he was looking for a hunter with a black sword." "

And the hunter with the black sword was Gene. Of course, Leona also frowned upon the words.

"I don't know who this gentleman is, but I'm sorry. If Wargrave is looking for it, it's not a good thing..."

Is Charlotte looking for me? '

I couldn't rule out the sudden need for Jean's help when something happened. Jin asked the villager.

"Did he have blonde hair, by any chance?"

The villager shakes his head.

"Blonde? Very, very black. I remember them very well because they were very well-dressed. The impression really.... I mean, it looked really cold."

The villager says that and stares at the shaman.

"Is that the shaman you're looking for?"

"Hmm…. I don't know about that."

Charlotte knows, but she doesn't know. The Black Knife was supposed to mean the Phantom Bane of Gene.

Of course, it was only Charlotte, Leona, and the White Witch that saw Jean wearing pantombane near the Korean Peninsula.

'No... There's one more.'

No, Gene remembers the battle with the White Witch. There was a man who dominated the battle against the witches on his own. Gene fires a crystal blow at the last moment, and his limbs are blown away. Gene guesses he died when his abilities spiked in the White Witch fight.

But he had a procedure that was more than megaframe, and he might not have died. And the fighter you saw in Scope was clearly black and incredibly calm and cold-blooded.

Is he looking for me? '

I don't know the name, but it's a possibility that Soldier escaped Fortress and is looking for himself.

The villager looks a little tired of thinking with a terribly stiff expression, and Leona taps his shoulder to point to the door.

Residents leave, leaving only Leona and Gin.

Gene left earlier than Ramfil, but he had Leona with him, which slows him down. So I took a few days off somewhere. And the War-Grave fighters in Blackfoot are on the trail of Gene.

"This is..."

"That's messed up."

"… I see."

By the time he rested for a few days, Ramfil had already outgrown the camp, so he was much ahead.

It was a funny situation that was difficult to explain even by saying that it was ridiculous. Jin thought about why Ramfil was looking for him, and decided it wouldn't be too dangerous.

"Hmm…. Well, maybe we'll meet if there's a collision."

I don't care if I meet him, but I don't care if I don't meet him, so Gene concluded with his heart. Once Jean was a fortuneteller, picking up and serving anything, she became quite tired. Leona was categorizing the items she received as clothing. Clothes were classified into cloth and grain, and things that were worthless were excluded.

Even as a Castle, there was a king with a hidden treasure.

Honestly, even the hunter was about to get paid enough to think about his prospects as a fortuneteller.

"It's a common property, but it's all the same to people."

Leona sighs like a resourceful person.

"Let's rest. Tomorrow will be full of them."

Gene is a wandering shaman until the Guard Commander surrenders.

The next day, the morning after the morning roll call, the incident happened. The commander of the guard, who needs to call all the villagers, has not shown up.

"Where's the guard commander?"

When the Holy Spirit asks, a guard froze and replied.

"Well, that's... It never leaves the room."

"You're not coming out?"

"Yes. I don't see what's happening..."

Everyone here knew that the actions of the Guard Commander stemmed from the fear of the curse. She shakes her head as if it were absurd, and that morning the morning issue proceeded directly to her.

"He'll be here soon."

That's what Jean said, and Leona smiles with her mouth shut. Today was the third day.

As Gin said, he ran to Gin's lodging, beating everything else, scared to finish his breakfast. He looked like he would have a heart attack even if his complexion was white. His eyes were bloodshot, so he had a pretty good idea he couldn't sleep last night.

Maybe last night, he was delusional about how he was going to die and eventually became neurotic. In fact, he had suffered too many horrible things to express in the words "bad luck," such as a brick falling near his head.

He was convinced he could die at any moment.

"Release the curse!"

"Why, you said you don't believe in magic? If you die tomorrow, I win, if you don't die, it's your victory, and it's too bad we have one day left to give up."

"Release the grass!"

"Do you admit defeat?"

The guard commander shudders with contempt and ridicule of Jin. Gene will never break the curse unless he admits defeat, and the guard commander firmly believes he will die tomorrow at midnight.

Blindness is a surprisingly fragile thing, and a broken person eventually becomes blind to something else.

"I lost. There is a shaman, and you are a real shaman. So lift the curse."

"The solution is simple. You just need to hold this axilla in your arms."

Gene took out a piece of wood that wasn't very sophisticated, but was carved into a human shape.

"This veil will take your curse..."

"Give it back!"

The commander exclaimed desperately and seemed to be taken away by the bravery of the male. However, Gene twists his arm, grabbing the guard commander's arm, reaching out to him.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"

"You can't do this. I have something to tell you, don't I?"

Bam!

Gene pushes the commander away, and he spins lightly, albeit heavy. Jin glances down at him with a cold expression.

"I was a hunter before I was a shaman, and you tried to take the bounty off me."

Jin smiles and shakes his axilla in front of his eyes.

"In this situation, the hunter calls it an 'additional negotiation'."

Negotiate an additional amount, i.e. an additional fee. Seongju was also unable to pay Jin the full amount because of the guard commander's refusal.

"The liquid film is 100 chips."

Gene shakes his axillary veil and says, It was not enough to say that the price of a piece of shredded wood was too short.

"Well, that's ridiculous..."

"Go to hell if you don't want to."

The guard commander opens his mouth to see if he thought a huge price of 100 chips would make sense.

"Well, there's not that many chips!"

"That's none of my business."

Either die, give me 100 chips and buy an axillary film, or both. Gene had no intention of releasing the Guard Commander's curse gently in the first place. Leona smiles bitterly at the camp.

'I knew you were dirty.'

Of course, Leona liked Jean more. It wasn't just Leona who was beaten by Gin.

However, the guard commander's gaze changed.

"Yes, that's what it's going to look like..."

But in the end, he became a man who feared magic, but the man did not change.

"Guards!"

He shouts out loud. This is the Guard Commander's precinct and you don't have to pay for it. Probably trying to take it by force.

"There you go."

Gene sighs and gets up slowly.

Hiccup!

"Grab it! And take it..."

"Stop it."

"... Seo, Seong-ju..."

But the guards were about to enter with the Holy Spirit. Seongju instructed the guards with a feverish expression.

"I hear you have a lot of chips stacked away from the warehouse. Let's make sure you pay properly."

"Seong-ju! What are you looking at me for? Even if it's proof that I did that...."

I frowned at what he said.

Bam!

She takes off her leash, rolls her arms up, and slowly approaches the guard commander. The aura was as terrifying as a beast approaching.

Aaaaah!

"Unh!"

I punched him right in the cheek. The muscles were twitching in her forearms, and she was staring at the bad guard commander as if to chew.

"I think I've put up with it too much."

"Well, well..."

"I am the Holy Spirit. And you're in charge of the task force."

It was something everyone knew, but it was also something everyone sometimes forgot. The guard commander stares up at Seong-ju with a frozen expression.

"Remember."

Seongju looks down at the guard commander and says.

"Everything in Juul is mine. I can't take out a potato without my permission."

The only thing that the Holy Spirit has left behind is that he has accepted it. In the end, it was possible to acknowledge a certain amount of proprietary property because it was all allowed by the Holy Spirit.

The Holy Spirit is the Holy Spirit after all. She imprints on the Guard Commander that she is the sole owner of this castle.

"Drag him and tie him to his brother's table."

"Yes, four!"

At the Holy Spirit's words, the guards make a tumultuous move, dragging the guards away. In fact, Seong-ju also came here in fear of hearing the declaration of defeat, just as the commander of the guard tried to pressure him politically.

Seongju was also aiming for the time to lose the excessive climbing guard commander.

The princess said to Jin without even looking at the apron she threw away.

"We'll make repayment right away. How much is the axial veil?"

"100 chips."

"I'll pay 500 chips for that. Give it to me."

Gene handed over the axillary veil, and the Holy Spirit took it and put it in his arms.

"Thank you, hunter."

"You're not planning on using an accent, are you?"

"Yes."

This is a kind of additional remuneration. She won't give the ax to the Guard Commander. Thanks to Gin, she removes the static within Jupiter. Acupuncture costs are just a reward for that.

No matter how good a person looks, Seong-ju is the Holy Spirit. She is the owner of this castle, and has never intended to look upon anyone who challenges her authority.

On that day, Seong-ju stopped all work and declared in a position where all the residents of the castle were gathered.

"The guard commander has been constantly refusing me, and has also been handy with Juul's chips. Also, I didn't trust my judgment this time. The hunter I hired turned out to be a true shaman, and the Guard Commander acknowledged it as well."

In her hands is a whip of leather woven from a monster. The guard commander was tied to a prison cell with his shirt off, and his mouth was gnashed with a muzzle. He only said nothing.

The process of proving the curse was to prove which of the Holy Master and the Guard Commander was right, and the Guard Commander was defeated.

A loser pays the price for his defeat. Seongju stood on top of the brotherhood and looked down at the residents.

"My judgment is absolute."

The villagers were bored with horror, whether they had never seen the sweet Princess make that face before.

"No! Even if my judgment is wrong! You must believe me and follow me!"

Most of all, it is his authority that must be prioritized. There is nothing more unsettling than Castel, whose authority is not upright. And the most necessary thing to establish authority in such a small group is violence.

The Holy Spirit declares with a terribly stiff expression.

"For challenging, doubting, useful Juul's property, and betraying the duties entrusted to him by the Holy Spirit. Get 100 Whiplashes from the Guard Commander."

Aaaaah!

"Khhh-heh-heh!"

Moaning comes out of the guard commander's mouth, terrified of the whip, and the faces of those watching it distort.

Aaaaah!

"Hehe!"

The Holy Spirit enforces the punishment with his own hands. He was beating the whip without lending a hand to anyone. All the villagers had to watch as they were beating up the whip guard commander without leaving the scene.

The guard commander revealed ambition, and the Holy Spirit sensed it. In the beginning, Seong-ju had no intention of keeping the Guard Commander alive at the end of this curse ceremony.

This is a punishment and warning.

Challenge, don't doubt. This is what it's gonna look like. Therefore, the punishment is carried out publicly.

100 lashes. That's more like a death sentence.

Those who are right will die.

And hitting isn't easy either. Seongju whipped him in a manner that was wet with sweat but not slowed at all.

I can't get past the seven, and the guard commander rolls his eyes. Her skin burst and her bloodstream festered, but she didn't stop.

When the thirties passed, no one thought the guard commander would live any longer in that vile medium. However, people had to watch the scene without turning their eyes away. Seong-ju, who adds seventy more lashes to the corpse, is not already seen as a human being to the inhabitants.

The children couldn't help but cry as they watched the scene.

The residents were all terrified, and it was not the magical horror that Gene practiced, but the actual horror.

At the end of a hundred lashes, she drenched her whole body and dyed her face and clothes red with her white clothes.

The monarch who whips the dead doesn't already look human to residents. Leona was looking at the landscape with her eyes wide open.

Here's what Castle looks like. The Holy Spirit must not be human, but must show something that seems to be transcendent.

Don't even think of the word resistance or doubt. After throwing away the whip, she looked at the villagers and said briefly.

"Dismissed."

That said, the villagers fled near the brotherhood as if they were running away. The guard commander is limping, and Gene doesn't appear to have a single piece of bone in his body. The guard pulled the body of the guard commander off the prison block and took it somewhere.

Seong-ju, who came down from the prison, approached Jin.

"I'll take the payment to my accommodation. Take it."

"That's harsh."

She was harsh on the villagers and on the guard commander, but her punishment was also harsh on herself. At the sound of Jean's mischief, Seong-ju smiles bloody.

"Shouldn't we be cruel?"

We have to do that. Without even saying what it was for, Gene knew what it was, and Leona seemed to know what it was for.

Jin taps Leona on the shoulder with a stupefied expression.

"Let's get ready to go."

"… Yes."

There is nothing to do in Chuulseong anymore.