SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

family interview.

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The Heretic Inquisitor disappeared without leaving a trace.

In the empty seat, the center of the sofa was hollowed out as if the small weight of a heretic inquisitor was laid out.

We looked around at the empty seats and holograms on the sofa.

“Gongja Kim.

I really think he'll do well...

?”

"Well.

Inquisitor here has also grown a lot compared to before.”

“Even if Psycho changed his mind and became a Psycho, only one stroke was lost.

It still tastes the same.”

“Anastasia.

Think about it.

Wouldn't it be great to think that the two letters of the pass have disappeared from Psychopath?" "indeed.

Would you like to see it that way? .”

"Hey.

What nonsense are you two talking about...

?”

The paladin cut off the chatter between the two of us with an absurd face.

“After the two of you become friends, just overhearing what you guys are talking about makes you dazed.

The Black Dragon Lord and the Four Kings.

It's shocking that the two characters who I thought would never become friends got together, but it's even more shocking that they get along so well...

.

Wasn't one the epitome of a nerdy thug and the other a perfect bastard?" "why? Are you feeling a little lonely because we only eat best friends? I have always opened my heart to the Paladin-sama.

Hey, hey.

Friends.

friendship! Friendship! Come on!" “I mean, this guy is number two in our tower… … ." As the paladin sighed over the helmet, a change occurred in the hologram.

"Ahahaha!" The sound of polite laughter in the waiting room not long ago.

This time it was heard from beyond the hologram.

As if we were walking on the street and when a stench came out, we instinctively turned our heads to see the culprit of the odor, that is, no matter how badly it was installed on the street.

With the feeling of looking at a trash can that could have passed 30 years, I saw the heretic inquisitor in the hologram: "Hello! Sanwa people! And non-Sanwa people!" The cutest blonde trash can in the world smiled broadly: "It's the first time I've seen you in this form! When I was in Slimepolis, I mainly conveyed my words to you as a puppy.

When I appear in your dreams, I look like a puppy.

So, perhaps--- I think this is the best way to say hello to you here.”

The Inquisitor was floating in the midst of the jungle, "Nice to meet you! Sanwa people!" The heretic inquisitor smiled brightly.

It was as if a light was twinkling in the sky.

-Me, that one...? -It is the same.

It is the same as the one I saw in the video! Is it only the Sanwa? Because Seimslam demonstrated an overwhelming duel, the eyes of many races were focused on one place.The place where the heresy inquisitor was sent was supposed to be the air above Seimslam's head, that is, it would catch everyone's eyes at once.

It was the best stage.

-Rhyme.

Isn't it like a god...? -It's beautiful....

The Sanwa people muttered unintentionally.

Yes.

The sight of them leisurely walking in the air was already sacred in itself.

It is a ceremonial act that disguises as if floating in the sky by continuously activating the ability of [送神)] at 0.5 second intervals.

....." At this moment, a glimmer of hope flashed through the minds of our colleagues who sat in the waiting room and stared intently at the hologram.

"Huh? This..." “Isn’t it surprising that it worked?”

"That's right.

Inquisitor here's original looks are killing me.

In fact, no one would object to even being ranked 4th because of his looks.

He's the most handsome in our tower, and if he only sprays a few smiles of a national treasure...

." “It may be unexpectedly easy to be agitated.”

Yes.

Maybe we underestimated the Inquisitor too much.

appearance teeth.

Along with Black Dragon Juice, that deceitful face that splits our T.O.P's share of appearance in two.

Also, a deceptive voice and smile.

Even when the fraudulent body walked on the ground, it was enough to attract the most insensitive humans, but now it floats in the sky at all.

Then wouldn't that be God! “Fellow Sanwa people.”

The Inquisitor politely placed his hands on his chest.

He hadn't been the head of the Manshinjeon guild in his form for 10 years, so the gesture of the heretical inquisitor who prayed was truly reverent.

“I love you.”

The praying Inquisitor's face was as beautiful as a well-carved marble.

Slightly lowered eyebrows, eyes shining brightly between the eyebrows.

As if to tell a secret, as if to confess, exquisitely narrowed lips… … .

All those gestures made the Sanwa people no choice but to look up and bruise.

“You know you've seen all the videos.

I, heresy interrogator.

The one you admire as the great dog has been imprisoned for 200 years, separated from his comrades only for your sake.

I just want to live with you guys, I want to watch over you and take care of you!”

- Lim...

.

-hit.

The other gods say they have nothing to see after work, so hurry up and go somewhere else...

another world? foreign world? Anyway, you haven't gone anywhere else.

-But our God stayed with us...

.

It is difficult for one person to survive 50 years, but even 200 years...

He endured 200 years without showing his true form to anyone or even talking to his friends...

.

That is… … .

"Yes." The Inquisitor clasped his hands, and smiled again, "because I love you." Oh oh oh oh-! Even though I am human, I still love and dedicate myself to you] is a shockingly moving truth.

What if not God? -Angel! Some young Sanwa wiggled its tentacles.

-It's an angel! -Yes! It's an angel who loves our people! -Angel!You are so beautiful! Ah, Angel! Thank you! It's enough to change the name of an angel: "Ahaha.

Hmmm, my lovely snails!" And the heretical interrogator was a person who was optimized for mass production and distribution of sedition, falsity, scoundrel, fabrication, multi-level business, and fanaticism.

After attaching the most alluring voice to the most beautiful faceplate in the world, he was equipped with the most terrible psychopath AI.

"Don't be surprised if you and I look different.

Appearance is nothing compared to the love we share! Me too," the Inquisitor finger said.

When he tapped the button, his height suddenly became slimmer.

He changed to an adult form.

'Raimu!' and fluttering his tentacles, the Inquisitor returned to his boyish form: "As you can see, I can change my appearance as much as I want.

Appearance doesn't matter! Love! Only my heart that loves you and me Only your heart that cares for you is truly beautiful!”

-Ooooh, Lime...

-Great puppy, you are the one who guides our race...

Well, indeed, I must have underestimated the Inquisitor's abilities....

I sat in the waiting room and looked at the hologram with bewildered eyes "He's the kind of guy who can create a denomination even if he just throws it in any world..." “Yeah.

I was born, I was born… I was born with a talent to be a teacher.

Isn’t that too harsh? I think that it is a mistake in this world itself to be allowed such innateness.”

“…The Inquisitor has met all kinds of religions, denominations, and different cults from the outside world.

He met and dealt with them all, and put the unresolved members under management.

Defeating the Inquisitor in the realm of religion It would be absolutely impossible.”

However, there were exceptions everywhere: -Noisy, squeak! A sonic whip resounded in the hall.

Palm tree leaves in the jungle trembled, and the fine bark of the palm tree was swept away by the breeze.

Hearing this, he came to his senses and turned his antennae in the direction the whipping came from.

-The Peace Council had just submitted a bill, but it seems that foolish compatriots did not realize the seriousness of the bill.

The heroine who still reigns in the Peace Council.

Seimslam looked very upset and frowned her antennae.

-If you want to talk about the gods, you must fight me and prevent the first sword cut.

That's the law.

Even though the law is clear here, the reason you all bark like dogs, Lime, is it because you forgot to care about the probation period? It's okay to be honest.

The air in the jungle quickly became damp.

- Considering the peculiarities of the case, I'll take a look at it this time.

-Puruh-uh..' -Raimu....

sighs came out from all over the jungle.

No one knew how strict Seimslam was, and she was especially famous among the Sanwa people who were her classmates, because it was widely held that Seimslam was more strict with their own people.

-Lime.

For example, I looked up Inquisitor - Did I say Inquisitor? "Yes! That's right!" -First I ask, is that the real name of the so-called great rhyme? The Inquisitor smiled, "I have a name that represents my life, and a name that represents my birth.

[Inquisitor] is the former.

I reveal my position, I take my stand, I show my duties and my abilities.”

-I am Seimslam.

Seimslam looked up at the Inquisitor without expression.

-Sameslam.

That is my name.

I can be the Chairman of the Reconciliation Council, I can resign, and of course my life until I become Chairman.

You have it, and you can start your life after not being the chairman.

So your word.

Seimslam.

Only that is my name.

"......." - What is your name.

Time has passed.

Still It was noon when the sun was shining strongly.

The noon sunlight bounced back and forth on the palm leaves, and scattered shades that were split like fractals on the ground.

Seimslam was wearing a shade that was split in half, and the Inquisitor too, in two or three pieces.

A split shade was cast over his face, "Bambolina." -Bambolina? "Yes." The Inquisitor smiled faintly.

“It means doll.

From your point of view, it's a foreign language.

Call me KyKna, it doesn't matter.

It means the same thing.

But I ask you not to call me Bambolina as much as possible.”

- Why? “It’s the name my one and only owner calls me sometimes!”

-.......

"If you dare call me by my real name, please call me Kukra." -I know.

it's kukra waiting room.

As I overheard a series of conversations, my co-workers looked at me without a word.

"......." "......." The fact that I became the owner of the Inquisitor spread through the mouth of the Inquisitor himself, not anyone else.

As for how special the contract was between the two of us, anyone who is comparable to a Black Dragon Lord or a paladin would have a rough idea.

only for me The real name that only the Inquisitor had sworn allegiance to, the Inquisitor told his children.

informed “Now, Bambolina must have realized it too.”

I had no choice but to inform.

In order for me to find out the real name of the Inquisitor, many conditions were required.

I had to overcome numerous obstacles and prove my qualifications and abilities.

To be more capable than you.

To be able to use you much better….

But there are people in the world who, without those [conditions], have to reveal themselves: "That's a parent-child interview, to put it bluntly." Children, daughters, sons.

"Even if you are the leader of one of the five largest guilds in the tower, a heretic inquisitor cannot reveal his title as [Battle of the Gods] only in front of his children.

Rank 4? You can’t be proud of such an achievement.”

Perhaps, when parents and children spend time together, parents grow old and children grow up to a time where they live in the same society as each other--- Then you will understand the weight of titles such as [Battle of the Gods] or [No.

4 in the ranks].

I will, I will respect, and a friendship may sprout between understanding and respect.

But not now.

“As Bambolina said, she is now [for the first time] confronting the Sanwa.”

The first place parents and children meet.

There, there was neither a heretical interrogator nor a pantheon, but only with his real name.

You have no choice but to expose your bare face.

Unless you plan on using your children to eat them.

"......." Beyond the hologram, the Inquisitor was still smiling.

However, the air surrounding that smile was somehow chilly.

A smile that was so warm, bright, and kind when he was meant to be the headmaster of everyone has now turned into a smile that is nothing more or less than courtesy just to reassure the other person.

Despite the fact that the other party is none other than [his children], the Sanwa people.

- Raimu.

Seimslam looked up at the laughter of such a god-angel-father expressionlessly.

- We, the Sanwa, have a unique way of thinking.

Only useful things in this world deserve to exist.

Only the useful should survive, and the useless should be ignored so that they are automatically eliminated.

Seimslam raised his last tentacle and groaned.

- We strive all our lives to be useful.

Rest is preparation for work.

Sleep is a resting phase for daily life.

I get up early in the morning to train myself, and at night I come back from work.

In the meantime, he constantly checks himself to see how useful he has been and whether he has been negligent.

Seimslam’s words continued.

Her horse crawled to the ground darkened by the shade of many palm trees.

Lime.

The Sanwa, who were clinging to the shadows, dripping mucus, nodded their antennae and agreed with Seimslam.

Lime.

-Useless things are yellow from the beginning.

They hand over bluestone or something like that, and let them rot in their own decaying tunnels.

Bluestone is a stone that shines blue and is a medicine mainly consumed by the Sanwa people.

It was a stone that was reluctant even among the Sanwa people because of its strong addiction.

Hearing those words, the surrounding Sanwa people nodded their antennae again.

Lime.

Like a cuckoo chirping in a dark forest, the Sanwa people chirped in the shade.

- Need to kill? none.

Rather, keep it alive as much as possible.

It doesn't matter if we starve to death, so when we see those screaming for the blue stone, we [normal] Sanwa people, ah, are still useful to us.

We're still good guys, you can rest assured.

Lime.

-It's not particularly bad for the losers in life.

Anyway, aren't they the ones who ruined their lives because they liked Cheongseok? They say blue stone is better than life, so we always give them a gift that is more than life.

Lime.

eat it eat more go crazy Lime.

Lime.

-They are trembling, but [useful] as tremors.

It makes us alert.

Lime.

We are a great race.

We are the race that subdued the six races under our tentacles, built great caves and reigned there.

Although the millennium empire collapsed under the vile blades of slaves, the empire still exists in our hearts and in our hearts, and we are trying to live a [useful] day as an imperial person today.

Lime.

-… … this.

Lime.

- These are all things I learned from you.

Lime.

"......." - you taught us.

You told us what was useful and what was not.

The little ones nodded.

After they matured, they moved their tentacles into action.

You told us to be proud, we were proud, You led us to build an empire, and by your words we were made.

Lime.

-You gave birth to us.

"......." - what we feel.

The way we despise someone when and where we are.

How to feel joy.

something to be proud of.

Something you feel strongly that you shouldn't do it.

All, you taught and inherited from you.

"......." -So, Kukra.

Even if you did not give birth to our bodies, you gave birth to our minds, our senses, and our lives.

You are the parent of all of us.

Even look at our words.

In the beginning you called your own name [Lime].

For that reason, we call it [Lime] when we are in a good mood and [Raimu] when we are in a bad mood.

do you know Your name determines how good or bad we feel.

Lime, Lime.

Raimu.

Lime.

-By the way.

Seimslam looked around.

-Being hanging out with these stupid designated people...

.

The red-flesh Asuras were listening to Seimslam with their arms crossed, and with their most serious faces.

Was that serious look fun? Seimslam smirked and smirked.

-I know how [abnormal] our race is.

"......." - A person may be useful and then not.

There may be no Uburka, who is praised as the strongest warrior in the history of the designated tribe, was born with albinism and found it difficult to even walk under the sun.

He must have been a failure as a warrior.

However, he turned albinism into a hurdle to overcome, overcame it, and built his own life into a series of overcoming.

Samslam murmured.

-If you were born into our race, you would have lived in a hole in the ground that was addicted to blue stone from an early age.

And he would have spent his life being [useful] enough to accept our ridicule and ridicule.

"......." -Kukkra.

Seimslam looked at the heresy inquisitor with an expressionless expression.

- Our father.

"Yes." At some point, the heretical inquisitor's expression had also disappeared.

To the unsmiling parents, the veteran Sanwa child asked.

-Why is my father so psycho?265.