SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

my corps.

(2) 3.

What is the most luxurious thing a person can see when he opens his eyes? Some will say it's an old-fashioned sky, while others will say [Unknown Ceiling], but at least I can give a clear answer to this question.

“Confucius.”

That's Raviel.

“Are you on your mind?”

Raviel lifted her soft finger and touched my forehead, her little finger.

The first and middle finger bones stroked my forehead, leaving a rhythmic sensation.

“Raviel… … ." "Well." “I was very tired…”

I felt like tears were about to flow.

The place where I stand now is the World of Spires.

Among them, the exodus.

This is where Kim Yul and Amethyst live while attending the same middle and high school.

Our group decided to stay at Amethyst's house for the time being.

“I was just going to have a dream… … God.

Top lord.

This man is a crazy man who has been traumatized his entire life...

… ." Uburkado Amethyst (this world) was also staring here, but I couldn't stop clinging to Raviel.

Now my heart needed the soft scent of blue lilies.

Is it possible?" “He always has in his head scenes of other people being killed, even getting into them.

[If I had been on that battlefield, I too would have been shot and killed by the cavalry without saying anything.] That way… …." “Isn’t it just a delusion?”

“It would be great if it was a delusion… … .

This crazy bitch really made it happen.

Will he acquire the ability to travel through time, will he not remember everything that happens to him, or will he grasp all the causality of the world, and with that… … ." "Um.

Ummm." Raviel patted me on the back, she smiled bitterly, "You must have seen my wife so terrifying.

It seldom happens.

It's okay.

We were safe.

You can lean on me a little more." ”

“Raviel…!”

"No, taking a long vacation would be one way.

Didn't [the princess walking in the mirage] say.

Now this city is completely isolated from the outside and time.

Take a week, a month, rest as long as you want.

Confucius, I will be happy if I spend time with you to comfort me.”

Tears came out in the end, how could my wife be this strong? "is that so?" “Ugh.

I wondered why I was seeing it for the first time, but seeing that twice, I don't think I'll ever be able to call it Abby.

In that sense, it has endured well so far.

I'll go to sleep first...

… ." "Oh, I'll spread the futon, Mr.

Uburka." "Thank you, landlord..." Uburka thumped, amethyst (this world) clattered, exposing each other's mass difference with footsteps, and went out to the living room.

Now, there were only me and Raviel left at the Daecheongmaru.

“Raviel… … .”

“Tell me, Confucius.”

As there were fewer people and it was quiet, Raviel hugged me more comfortably.

Gently, after kissing my forehead, Raviel spread her knees and patted her.

I can't get a clear impression in my head just with the words I just heard.

Please explain it a little more." "……Yes." Pook.

I lay my head on Raviel's lap.

I thought it might be heavy, so I put an aura on the hair branch to reduce the weight on Raviel.

Give me strength! "Cook." Raviel growled above her head.

“Confucius.”

"Yes." "Consideration is cute.

But I'm not grateful.

How heavy would it be if your thin head had weight.

I want to take full advantage of your weight.

Honey, relax your neck." "Heh..." "Well.

good job, good job It is only when you release the strength from your neck that everything will work out.”

summer.

A shadow fell on the sky, and a shadow fell on the Daecheongmaru.

The feeling of the wind chilled twice by the clouds and the roof was not bad.

it was good I put my head on Raviel's lap, as if trying to hide from the world.

"Feel so good." Raviel laughed silently.

“My lover went on a long trip and came back safely.

That was a very good thing.

I first found out about this.

Since the day I met you, the good things in my life keep increasing, which is a big deal.”

“……”

“What made you so sad?”

"amethyst… … Top Joo intends to comfort all those who have been abandoned in this world.”

The cool summer evening air flowed in the shade.

In the shabby yard of a hanok, grass bugs were crying here and there.

“If you have a child who is burned to death right now, show him a different world.

[If Topju was with a child].

Create such a world, and then live happily with children.

Hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions...

… ." "Sounds divine.

What's the matter?" “…because there are people who want revenge, not happiness.”

The wind of summer blew: "The world is just a hell.

All the pain I've suffered is from hell, so I can't solve it, there's no hope of changing it.

So the only solution is..." “[I will inflict more pain on him who made me like this].”

“… … Yes." I leaned more against Raviel's body.

“Top-ju watches that person suffer in hell from start to finish.

through skills.

And they don't help when they can, they don't stop when they can, they just keep watching.”

"......." Raviel's hand stopped.

But it was only for a short time.

"indeed." Raviel gently stroked the back of my head as if she understood everything.

“The cause of your unhappiness is none other than me, the owner of the tower.

That's what you're trying to say.”

“Yes.”

“If it is, the resentment of the victims will naturally be directed towards the master.

Even if the master is a god, no, because he is a god, he will bring down the master and beat, tear, and trample them to relieve their resentment.

How can… …?”

"Yes." I didn't nod my head.

I just left the weight of my head on Raviel, blankly, without expression, with my lips open.

“You did that.”

“……”

“I hope so.

All the people who think they have been victimized in the kingdom come to themselves and want to give back to the top owner exactly the same as the wounds they received in life and the pain they cut out.”

"that… … ." "Even.

Top-joo sees through the entire life of the person who gives him back.

He knows what lies and what isn't.

It's not just plain sympathy, he really knows, so he embraces the other person's pain." "......." Memi cried in the grass, "There are always scenes of someone being stabbed to death, burned to death, trampled on in his head.

Always.

Always.

All day, all day, in the corner of his head, he keeps those memories running in the corner of his head.

He puts himself in that person's situation and actually gets stabbed, burned, and even trampled on.

It's a scream.

"okay.

Was it our god?”

Raviel let out a long sigh.

“[If you want happiness, then happiness.

If you want pain, pain.] The more concise the proposition, the more the weight on humans will be billions of dollars.

“… … Yes." “It’s terrible.”

Raviel ruffled my side hair.

Red eyes stared right up at me.

“In the end, the solution is also concise.

Confucius.”

“… … Yes." “He who finds happiness in himself, not outside.

He doesn't need a tower owner.

A person who overcomes suffering on his own, not from outside.

He also doesn’t need a tower owner.”

"That's right." “Everyone has to bear their own misfortunes.

The obvious fact is that it is only natural, so there are very few people who can do it.

How many people in this world live a normal life? Saying what is natural for granted, doing what should be done for granted, and making what should be done done..." It's difficult.

Raviel looked up at the evening sky and muttered.

You may be reminded of a point in your life: "Did the master of the word say [you have done nothing wrong], Confucius." "Yes.

“No one of you was born wrong,”

said Topju.”

“It’s a sad story.”

Raviel skillfully opened a drink can and bit it on her lips.

Queering a sip of thirst, she said slowly.

“In other words, it is.”

Soin was wrong.

I'm sorry.

sorry.

“Isn’t that the point that only you are born wrong in this world?”

“……”

“Confucius.”

"Yes." "Is the top master strong?" I remembered the Milky Way as I looked up from the ruins of Harlem.

Countless white butterflies flapping their wings.

Starlight made of butterflies.

"Yes.

Very, very strong.”

“Can you win?”

“I will win.”

Raviel looked straight into my eyes.

“I ask my man for a more definitive answer than that.”

"......." "I didn't love someone I might fall in love with.

It's not like you've promised your life to someone who might die with you.

I loved the person I would love, and I promised that I was the one I would die with.

Confucius.

If you are the month of Ivancia, you will have to say a little more.”

“Yes, Raviel.”

I nodded.

“I win.”

“You will win.”

Raviel's palm gripped my cheek.

“The reason I have chosen you for life is because you win.

Because it doesn't collapse.

Because happiness is not forgotten.

When the master of all triumphs is used as fertilizer to win victory, Confucius, you must only win with happiness.”

Raviel's face grew closer and closer.

“Make all those around you happy.

Being with you makes me feel happy.

Discipline and train to become a person who can be happy with you, a person who knows how to be happy.

So fill this tower with happy people.”

“It will be difficult, but… … ." I smiled.

"Let's take it slow.

Well." "That's the man I'm in love with.

But..." Raviel smiled.

“First of all, you must make me the happiest.”

We kissed each other.

“The landlord and Uburka would be overheard… .”

“The owner of the house doesn’t seem to care about that.

Already confirmed.”

“What about Uburka? He’s a kid who thinks of me as a real father.”

"indeed.

If Abby groans or screams uncontrollably, it might scratch her innocent heart.”

Raviel growled.

“Honey, I must not moan at all.”

Well.

“Raviel… … ?”

“Why? my love.”

“What are you going to do with the thin towel? … ?”

“I am trying to be considerate of you so that you do not groan quietly.”

“Isn’t that really the consideration for Uburka? Yes? It’s just that Raviel wants to have fun, right?”

"Shhh." Raviel playfully covered my mouth.

Raviel's red eyes twinkled like rubies.

"The child is sleeping.

Be quiet." What can I do in this situation? I have no choice but to quietly accept my wife's line.

I love you, Raviel.

I love you forever.

4.

The next morning.

As I was leaving the living room, I just ran into Uburka.

I yawned and waved to Uburka, “Good morning, son.”

"But why do you look like a Sanwa who eats stone salt? Was it uncomfortable to sleep? Oh, you were so big that you could only sleep on the floor.

There is nothing you can do about it." Uburka trembled and trembled.

“Abby is an unscrupulous loser!”

[The constellation 'muscular pig dreaming of a ring' is in despair!] Uburka ran out to the yard, vomiting a roaring lion tail.

Thump, bang, thump, thump, the sound of footsteps was so extreme that I was worried that the old hanok would be ruined.

I checked the safety of the hanok floor and tickled my tongue.

“Why is he here? Not even a kid.”

Is it because you're a teenager? Raising a child is very difficult.

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