[2] MTL Regressor Instruction Manual (side story)

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Returner User Manual Chapter 1141

Grave of the Fallen King (7)

'I thought I would spend a few hours listening to Yeonggamtaeng's complaints.'

It feels good to get off work early.

'It's perfect to quickly go in and relax with a cup of coffee.'

If the fallen king had been talkative, it would probably have been quite a painful time.

If it were our continent, people might have listened to the story with considerable interest. However, it is a story that has absolutely nothing to do with the golden civilization of Rohen and Nabal.

Namgung-seon seemed to be listening and showing interest in the notes we wrote, but she also seemed to be busy looking at the brilliant light.

"Wow... ."

Lim Chae-ryeong let out an exclamation without realizing it and then covered her mouth. By her expression,she must've seen Flower Kiyoung's appearance.

It may have been an exclamation made out of the joy of conquering the dungeon or the joy of simply witnessing a beautiful scene, but the moment I saw the expression on the deathly face of the delicate 23-year-old Flower Ki-young, I would have been able to express such emotions.

"... ... ."

Of course, Jeong Ha-yan is looking at me with her eyes wide open.

"Oh, brother... B, brother is a flower... You became a flower."

Is this the first time Hayan see Flower Ki Young form?

"Oh, the flower that shines on your body... She... She, come here. Sora, Sora. This... ."

'Sora isn't here... .'

"B, B, brother...Oh, my brother has become a flower."

A figure wearing a wreath made of light, praying for the last days of the cursed.

The light that spreads from the fingertips not only purifies the darkness, but also makes flowers of light bloom throughout the graveyard.

Even to me, the sight of the buds of light opening wide and disappearing is beautiful.

The light that emitted enough to make you wonder if your eyes were going blind actually embraces the party members comfortably.

"It's warm... ."

'The undead are probably feeling warm too.'

Of course, the divine power is the opposite of that of the undead, but at least they will not suffer the pain of being burned in hellfire.

As resentment is fading away, wouldn't it be having a positive effect?

It was natural for each person to have their own feelings about a scene that seemed like something out of a fairy tale.

"I... I finally understand it."

'What did you understand? Damhye.'

"The reason I joined this party... . this. which... I always thought there was an indescribable pull of fate..."

'Where did that come from?'

"... ... ."

"I think I'm here to convey this scene."

'it's not that. You too are a fighter. You too need to wake up.'

"To leave behind these stories... I think that's the role given to me as a bard."