Mom is my constellation

"Thank you very much. Really, I don't know how to repay this favor.."

"No, I'm fine."

"I want to give you an example somehow. If it wasn't for you, my brother would be... Oh, thank you so much."

Stop it. How many times have I thanked you? I'll sit in your ears.

Of course I can't say that, so I just smiled without saying it.

Talking to me was a girl with a dark cry in her eyes. The boy's brother I saved earlier.

"I don't have anything to rush to, but if you don't mind, I'll treat you to a meal..." "

"It's okay."

I'll pay my respects. It's okay. But no, it's really okay.

Only this repertoire has been repeated five times before.

"Oh, but. '

Strange. Why is it so familiar when you keep looking at it?

I'm sure the first sign I met today is somewhere I feel like I saw it...

I don't think so... Oh, I really hate this kind of thing.

Just repeating that it was okay, like an automaton.

I saw two formal men walking this way behind the girl's shoulder. I saw the name on the chest pack.

"Association kids. '

I was having trouble figuring out how to break up with her. Nice timing.

I walk with a smile that looks good to me.

"You've got the association. Now if you'll excuse me."

"Well, that's all I need!"

The girl grabbed my hand and gave me something to hold on to.

She's a real jingle. What else?

Bas-Rak.

It was paper. It was just a little stiff for A4 paper.

"This is my business card. Feel free to reach out to us at this number. I want to serve you one meal later."

Did you have a business card? Twenty-three, no, if you look younger than me at the time of the murder, you're still in high school.

I looked down and checked the contents of the business card.

Guild: Maddox

Name of player: Lee Yi-yun

HP: 010xxxxxxxx

"Huh?"

It was not surprising that the girl in front of me was part of the guild. There are no minor players in the world these days.

"……."

However, the dorsal trunk was creepy.

At first I was surprised by the name of the guild to which she belonged, and by the end of the day, I almost lost sight of her name.

'... Maddoggie Yoon?'

Why do you keep getting used to it? I had to.

Hey, it's him.

Evil spirit.

In the first time, and a year from now, when it came to people's mouths,

Massacre.

* * *

A year from now.

That guild, Maddox, hides its tracks in the world.

It is never a coincidence that the 'evil spirit' overlaps with the stiffening of notoriety in people's perceptions.

That demon Izzie Yoon is exterminating the guild members of her guild.

It was an unbelievable tragedy for a girl who had not yet had an adult ceremony, and of course, Segan was upset.

Reports of Izzie Yun have continued throughout the year at Masscom, around which time she was nicknamed "evil."

"Please, you must contact me."

Knock, knock.

Izzie Yun's thin hand knocked on my hand with a business card.

It seemed to freeze from the senses to the brain with that cool touch.

"Thank you so much for today."

I can imagine the face of the 'Evil Ghost' over that naive face, and a drop of sweat flowed without my knowledge.

Izzie Yoon once again smiled and left with her brother.

... Unjustifiably, a girl who looks very much like a genocide murderer, "but if you want to deny it, it's the end of the game as long as it's written on your business card.

"What the hell is going on?"

He's a good-looking kid, too. Later on, he's gonna be the clown?

If something happens in a year, there's a reverse side to it.

"Are you the complainant?"

A heavy voice cut off the memory. I looked back in amazement, and there were two employees of the association.

"Uh, I'm, I'm the complainant."

I replied to the man who appeared to be the boss of one of the two.

I tried coughing because I had a dry throat and had fifty tones.

Damn, I'm out of my mind.

'Let's just forget about Izzie Yoon.'

It's not going to happen right now, and I'm in a hurry.

Just in case you don't know, I have a business card.

At this point, a fellow man next to his boss took out a piece of paper that was presumed to be a statement of identity.

It must also contain information about the ownership of monster by-products.

My boss reached out to me.

"Can you show me your player license?"

"Oh, that's... Not yet."

"Yes?"

"I just woke up this morning. We'll be stopping by the association soon to get an issue."

"... then the first person to awaken today is this woman alone."

A man blurs his end for a moment and starts counting the heads of the oaks that are spread out on the floor.

Seven dead Orcs were there, except for those who could hardly guess the numbers lying on the rocks.

"... Are you saying that you have defeated many Orcs?"

"Well, that's how it went."

"……."

I can't believe it. Sharp eyes have flown.

Yeah, well. Sometimes I do. After a long time of awakening, they don't get their license on purpose.

Usually, they are criminals who engage in illegal operations against the national institutions' management networks.

But I'm not.

How many times do I have to mess with me in the field?

So don't look at me like that.

"No matter how high you start stats, you can't defeat more than ten Orcs on your own from the day you wake up."

"But it actually happened. Just like I'm sure for some reason.. What are you doing?"

Why are you spilling colleagues standing next to you when people are talking?

'... why is he wearing leather gloves again?'

If my memory is correct, that is a player suppression item equipped with a taser to block Mana circuits.

Aha, got it. You trying to catch me?

"I don't know, but if you don't register your player within 14 days of your first awakening, there will be legal penalties."

"Yes, I know."

"In that sense.... I'm sorry, but you should come with us for a moment. I just need to ask you a few questions."

"So I'm, like, an illegal player, and I'm going to do this right now."

"It's just a simple demographic survey. You know, there's been a recent surge in crime rates among unregistered Awakeners."

"……."

It's not worth it. It's just an earhole.

I mean, I've put a lot of effort into the safety of civilians, but what's the fuss?

[I've been making money and I'm afraid of SeongHyun-sook!]

Oh! It's Mom.

.. But you really borrowed it. Fresh coins.

"Aren't you trying so hard because of me?.. Huh? Ah! Never mind. I'm talking to my Holy Father. Oh, and in the meantime, if you could just call in some of the other associates, instead of standing there for a long time? I don't think I can talk to you."

"……."

Hit something.

Without worrying, I continued to talk deeply between hats.

[I only borrowed as much as a rat's tail because I only borrowed it here, so SeongHyun Sook has a gruesome reaction.]

"No, I'm just going to take this with me. Don't do that."

If you don't, you'll feel uncomfortable. Why are you being so lame?

[More than that, they ask you why Seong Hyun-sook is asking you again!]

"Those guys say I'm a criminal."

Haha, you have to explain everything.

In reality, there's nothing you can do here.

"No, for now, I'm under suspicion, not confirmation, so I'm investigating..."

"Let your colleague take off his gloves first and then say something like that."

[If it were you, 'Hyun-sook' would be angry that they cut their balls off!]

"If our Holy Father were you, he would have cut off all your balls."

With a freshly smiling smile, the tendon of the sniper man's forehead grew sharply. That's gonna blow my forehead off.

Kappe.

A loyal colleague with a boss's jaw at once began to walk towards me with his gloved hands loosened.

He opened his eyes.

"... We've endured a lot."

"Who's about to explode?"

Even if I give you a thanksgiving, they don't want to fuck a complaining citizen. It's a good thing.

The moment his gloves tried to grab my collar, I pulled my head back and lightly avoided the touch.

At the same time, the holographic window came to mind as the faces of the barrels became ugly.

['Bead of Oblivion' is an item that erases the target's memory only once and 'Hyun-sook' conveys this information!]

[I can live close with the freshly borrowed coins and 'Hyun-sook' asks me if I will be sponsored!]

In a word, it's an item that makes fools. Isn't that a total scam? I really want to use it like my heart... Whoops, that's it. Items are too close to be used on these guys. Too bad.

"If you continue to do this, you will be held in real custody by civil disobedience."

"Okay, who's not following?"

"……."

"Take off your gloves because I'm leaving. I think I'm gonna pee because I'm scared."

Raised both hands as an indication of no resistance doctor. This is how it works, isn't it?

I wondered if my delicate attitude was right.

There were wrinkles in the two buckets of rice. What's the matter, he's kindly fitting in with your shorts.

Instead,

"I'll just make one phone call before I go. You don't care about the arrangement, do you?"

"……."

"I have to talk to my guardian beforehand. Wouldn't that be better? Than you do."

I shake my phone with Salang Salang whether I pull it out of my pocket or not.

The two rice cans shut their mouths until they had no intention of touching it. Good job. Keep the ice up.

When I called the saved number, the ringtone stopped shortly.

I put my phone in my ear, and I said,

"Hello?"

I smiled awkwardly at the other person beyond the sign.

It's not like acting.

It was really, really cool.

"Oh, yes. It's been a long time since I contacted you. Sorry, mister. I'll call you back often. More than that... I woke up today... Oh, don't yell."

As soon as I said "Awakening," I heard a loud cry. That stings.

I continued to speak with a slight drop of the sign language from my ear.

"Oh, okay. Calm down. First of all, listen to me. Yeah, I woke up, and I'm a little distracted right now. So this is the situation."

Subsequently, I explained the circumstances of the unpaired plot in detail from one to ten without a summary.

At the same time, I rolled my eyeballs and looked at the iron barrels.

She looked like she was asking who she was talking to.

Yeah, guys. Don't you get into some kind of fight?

[Phew...] Change those employees.]

"No, I'll switch to speakers. You just have to talk."

Increase the volume as much as possible so that it fits well into the buckets of iron. So let's press the speaker button.

[I can't live because of you.]

A profound voice came out.

The voice of a middle-aged person who must have passed the minimum humor.

I pushed my phone closer to the stained iron barrels.

The boss took care of something unsettling and gently pulled out his neck and put it on a sign.

"... Who are you?"

[I'm the president of the association.]

Connection power, motherfuckers.