Returners Guild Must Grow Properly

The problem is that the Holy Spirit's brainwashing will not be solved unless the Holy Father dies. The Holy Spirit can release them, but I have never seen the person who broke the personality release them.

In order to alleviate Ishion's pain, Ishion has no choice but to caress him with the face of the one he longed for so much.

… It would be pretty brutal for Ision, though.

While playing with Ishion's hair soaked in cold sweat, Hae-roon's voice came from above.

“You know the caster well.”

I know well.

I swallowed the answer that was about to come out of my throat and asked for something else.

“So will you or will you not?”

“Of course you have to, Gilma.”

Just like Ishion, drenched in cold sweat, Hae-roon smiled and said so.

Without answering me, I didn't ask anything else.

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As a result, the wizard's magic worked.

“Elosia… … .”

Deseul-nim woke up and tears were dripping down with a desperate voice

"there… Ishion... … ?”

Eyes full of tears look at me. In those eyes, I must be reflected in the form of ‘Elosia’.

I thought that I was doing something I really shouldn't be doing to Deseul.

However, if you do this, Deseul-nim will not be broken here any more.

“Doseul, can’t you see me?”

“… … ?”

Deseul slowly turns his gaze. Hae-roon was leaning against the wall and smiling sternly. Deseul glances at Hae-won's up and down and tilts his head.

“… who?"

“… … .”

Hae-roon, who was leaning against the wall, squeaked and smirked.

“Gilma-sama, can I hit Deseul-nim with one hit?”

"No."

I'm sick, be patient.

At the added words, the judge let out a cry.

“The judge is also a sick person.”

“Then go and rest.”

"Hate."

For a moment, I felt a hand hugging my waist as I ran to the voice of the fat answer. With him, a large hand gently wrapped around my head.

"I miss you… I wanted to hold you with both hands like this... … .”

“… … .”

There didn't seem to be any way out. I blankly closed my eyes and accepted Ishion's sobbing straight away.

Contemplating what to do, I gently stroked Ishion's hair.

At the touch of his head, Ishion shrugs his body. Shortly thereafter, he took my wrist carefully and began to kiss his lips on every knuckle of his finger.

It was a feeling of guilt to lift up with a creepy feeling.

He had to get away from Ision. As soon as I thought about it, someone grabbed me.

“Are you going to rest? How am I?”

Harun continued to speak in a voice mixed with annoyance.

“You know what that crazy bastard will do to you.”

“… I don't think I'm going to do anything."

Ishion firmly shut his lips and gazed at the good evil. He was ready to run right away.

I said as I looked at the wrist held by Hae-Hoon.

“But if you don’t let me go, I think Deseul-nim will do something. Not me, but you.”

He looked at Deseul with a dissatisfied face and let go of my wrist. I said to Hae-Won while fiddling with my warm wrist.

“More than that, you really should go rest. If you don't like it, call me."

“What is Gilma going to do? Are you going to be with that child?”

Ishion frowns in annoyance at Harun's stinging. And yet, you secretly try to hug me... … .

I said, lightly pushing Ishion's forehead.

“It’s not that, I’m going to call Moorim-nim.”

“Why Moorim?”

Deseul takes my hand that is pushing my forehead and tries to kiss me.

Oh, this bastard is real!

I clenched my fist and answered Hae-roon's words.

“I need to get rid of the magic that Deseul had on me. You can't leave it like this."

Judging from the current situation, if someone else tries to threaten me, Ishion will try to wield the sword without hesitation.

It doesn't matter if it's the usual Ishion, but he's brainwashed and he's got all kinds of magic, so it won't be easy to stop it.

“And unless you forcefully break it, it seems that it will be difficult to unravel.”

So even if he couldn't solve the brainwashing, the magic hanging on Ishion's body had to be released by force.

“Elosia… … .”

Ishion wrapped my clenched fist with his own palm, and then me, no. call my lover

It was very sad to see the tears dangling from both eyes.

Finally, I released my clenched fist and continued.

“The one with the greatest strength is Moorim-nim.”

“So, are you going to use Moorim-nim to solve the spells on Deseul?”(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

"Huh."

Breaking the magic forcibly puts a huge strain on the caster. I remembered this and smiled.

I don't know if it was the magic cast by Mamon or the magic cast by Dante. Maybe it was the things that the Holy Spirit hung.

But what about Mamon, and what about Dante? And what about when you grow up?

I heard that the pain inflicted on the caster when the magic is forcibly broken is no joke. It was fun just imagining it.

However, the smile he was making was distorted by the softness of his lips that felt between the joints.

I'll have to go pick up the cubs as soon as possible.

|Pr. Shinsala (guild leader)| : Moorim-nim, now?

Before that, first deal with the magic that Deseul-sama had.

The youngest of our guild, the first master of Moorim, came to our house not long after.

I thought he was Gilchi, but is it because he doesn't have anyone to talk to? Moorim arrived at our house without hesitation.

“What’s up! Gil-chan!! Is the house any better than that? I want to live in a place like this!”

Hae-roon sent him into the room before Moorim came. I took Moorim-nim's bag and motioned for it.

“Tell me if you have the money to pay the rent. I'll tell you and I'll arrange a room for you."

“Where's the student's money! Gil-chan is so great!!”

“Noisy, follow me.”

The place I took Moorim-nim was the Dohain's skill practice area in the basement.

It was no longer used.

Deseul-nim was standing still in the midst of all kinds of equipment.

“I’m waiting patiently until I come, Deseul-nim.”

“… Yes, Elosia.”

I sighed at the sight of a spider with both eyes closed even as a spider passed by.

“Desul hyung? Why is Desul-hyung here? Did you keep asking where you are, you were asking where Gil-chan’s house is?”

It can't be.

I frowned and called Deseul-nim, who was standing still.

“Dell, no. Ishion.”

As soon as I could hear my voice, Deseul smiled brightly and approached me.

“… Wow. Desul-hyung laughed. I also laughed when I saw Gil-chan. is it a dream It's Dream?”

Moorim pinches his cheek with a sullen face. Deseul-nim carefully grabbed my hand as if he didn't care about such a thing as Moorim-nim and pulled me into his arms.

I let out an annoyed sigh and surrendered myself to Deseul-nim's arms.

“… Why are you both like this? Is this a dream? It's a dream, right?"

“It’s not a dream.”

“Then what did you eat wrong? Did you get food poisoning in the winter?”

Food poisoning in winter is a funny thing to say, but a saint has food poisoning. It would have made anyone laugh if they heard it.

I shook my head saying no to that.

“Then why are you doing this? I have grown chicken meat!!”

As he said that, Moorim scratched his arm. I looked at him like that, and showed a sad face.

“Moorim, I called because I have something to ask you.”

“Please?”

With a bewildered face, I said, pointing to Deseul-nim, who is burying his face in my hair.

“Strike Ishion as hard as you can.”

“… What?"

Moorim closed his eyes and quickly moved away from me.

“Gil-chan, are you crazy?! Ear You Crazy?!”

The shouting was a bonus.

At the sound of a whale shouting, saying, "Are you crazy?" I shouted, "I'm also going to lose weight."

“I’m not crazy, you bastard!! Come on, hit me!!”

“What do you want me to hit? Don't you know that you can't hit people recklessly?!"

“Did a person you know well swung your fist at the Spirit Master like that!!”

I still haven't forgotten what happened at Mt. Gwanak. Moorim's mouth clenched at my words.

I guess I have nothing to say.

“That’s because I believe that the spirit-saber older brother will be able to block my fists enough! Look at Desul-sama now! Is that older brother going to punch me?!”

As soon as Moorim-nim’s calloused fingers turned towards me, Deseul-nim, who was holding me, moved at the blink of an eye.

Whoops, I shouted in shock at the sound of cutting through the air.

“Ishion!!”

“Don’t put those dirty fingers to Elosia.”

Moorim, who managed to avoid the sword, grimaces.

“Elosia? Who else is Elosia?”

“You don’t know! Rather, look at Moorim-nim and Deseul-nim!! Doesn't it look like it's gone strong even if it tastes good?!

Moorim nodded his head, then clenched his fist and lightly struck Deseul's hand holding the sword.

“Ugh… … !”

It was said that it was lightly beaten, but it was enough to hear something shattering.

Deseul-nim misses the sword and grabs my hand. Seeing that, I took a deep breath and said.

“So, like I did a while ago, lightly hit Deseul-nim with your fist. You say you fix things that are broken with your fists or something like that?”

“Desul-nim is not a thing!!”

“You’ve heard the parable.”

Deseul-nim was looking at Moorim with her eyes wide open.

At that gaze, Moorim scratched her cheek as if in trouble, clenched her fist and took a pose.

“I will only trust Gil-chan and hit him. okay?”

“Don’t believe too much.”

As soon as my words fell, Ishion picked up the sword that had fallen on the floor and rushed to Moorim.

Moorim turned his body lightly to dodge Deseul's sword, then reached out his fist and hit the area near Deseul's medius.

I opened my mouth vacantly at the sound of a popping, light pounding.

… I asked him to hit me lightly.

I opened my mouth blankly for a moment, and then I heard Deseul-nim floating in the air crashing into the wall, raising my hands and covering my mouth.

“No-Oop! Desleigh bro! It's okay?! Ear you ok?!”

It didn't seem ok at all. Deseul-nim, who was literally nailed to the wall, seemed to have lost his mind.

I clenched his mouth and approached Deseul. Fortunately, there were no broken or torn places. The magic hanging on Deseul-nim's body seemed to act as a cushioning material.

“Cool... … .”

is not it. Deseul-nim, have all the magics on your body been destroyed?

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“No-Oop! Desul-hyung, don't die!! You can’t die, you can’t!!”

Desul won't die. I can't die here.

However… … .

I used the power of a saint for Deseul, then looked at the wall where debris was falling.

“… ruined."

“That’s right, Gil-chan! fail! Desul-hyung is not breathing!!”

“No, that’s not it.”

He used the power of a saint, and Deseul was breathing well. I passed Moorim-nim, who was trembling, and touched the cracked wall as if it was about to collapse.

It is said that the footsteps of the Doha people were cut off, but his brother's footsteps were still there.

It's easy to organize your thoughts in a place where the sun doesn't reach you. Recently, it was a place my brother often visited.

But how do you break it down like that?

If my brother found out, he would be terrified and grab him by the back of his neck.

“… I need a judge.”

Even for the sake of his brother's blood pressure, he needed Harwon's help as he went to his room to rest. I left Deseul-nim, who had lost his mind, to Moorim, and walked straight away.

“Gil-chan! Wait a minute!!”

"Why! I'm busy!!"

“I know you are busy! Are you going away like that? What about Desul-hyung!”

Was it because of that?

I glanced at Deseuli in Moorim-nim's arms and said,

“I watch you until you wake up. I'll call the judge."

“Is the death penalty here too?!”

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