성황의 아이들 [2]

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217. Flower Garden (3)

Before starting the battle, Seongjin expected a considerable melee.

This was an idea that took into account the Lycan Slope Lord that was fought in the labyrinth boss room before. At that time, Orden and I had a hard time against him.

The fake Lord in front of me right now was not as good as him, but he had a much stronger body and aura.

Even though my reason was clouded, I wouldn't have been able to resolve the situation so quickly if I had just rushed in with the other guys.

But now, the leader of those demonic beasts is staring at them and shedding tears.

It was a sight that neither Seongjin nor Louise could have imagined.

'The reason that guy has been standing there so stupidly... ... !'

The red, bloodshot eyes and blurred focus did not belong to someone who had properly regained their senses.

However, the expression on his hazy face, as if he were daydreaming, was a mixture of oppressed and twisted remorse and sorrow, and seemed to be full of joy.

This is clearly the appearance of an intelligent life form.

Seongjin flinched for a moment, but held the nutcracker and adjusted his posture. This is because the two Lycanslopes that were still remaining rushed towards him at the same time.

Grrrr!

Kkkkkkkkkk!

Taaat. Instead of swinging the nutcracker, Seongjin quickly stepped back and took a defensive stance. If we want to find out more about why he does what he does, we have to first clear up the situation completely.

'You can catch two quickly, but... ... .'

However, after learning about another possibility about these demonic beasts. Naturally, we have no choice but to be cautious in future attacks.

Unlike before, taking a little more time, Seongjin organized the remaining two lycan slopes step by step.

"Lowering... ... ."

Meanwhile, Louise was standing there as if nailed, staring blankly up at the fake Lord.

The two hands holding the bastard sword are already hanging down listlessly. The will to fight was completely lost.

"Louise."

As Seongjin approaches and calls out, black eyes filled with complex emotions look back at him.

Shock, hope, guilt, pity.

It is a whirlpool of raw emotions rarely seen in a girl who maintained a calmness unbecoming of her age.

"Lowering. I like these... ... ."

He swung his sword, telling himself over and over again that they were no longer his kin, that they were just magic beasts without reason.

Perhaps he was so blinded by his own safety that he gave up on finding a way for his fellow countrymen from the beginning.

Could it be that he has already made a mistake that can never be undone?

"I think maybe my compatriots... ... ."

A thinly trembling voice trails off at the end of the sentence.

At that time, the fake Lord must have heard Louise's voice and trembled.

"... cognation."

Crrrrr.