SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

family interview.

(2) "Ummm." The Heretic Inquisitor tapped his chin.

“Why did I become a psycho?”

.”

-Yes.

Lime.

“Ugh.

That’s a difficult question.”

Beyond the hologram, he moaned.

The Inquisitor thought seriously.

However, the serious face of the Inquisitor was the same whether he was faced with a very difficult math problem or now.

That's both an advantage and a disadvantage of the Inquisitor.

At least, that's not what the parents wanted their children to look like.

-Why are you so obsessed with success? Therefore, Seimslam did not stop the offensive.

-Why do you put all your mind to the distinction between [useful] and [useless]? It's okay if you just differentiate, why do you want to [quickly] differentiate everything? With all the Sanwa watching.

No, in front of the other races as well, Seimslam questioned their god--- the god who ruled the continent with absolute devotion in the ancient empire.

-People are not omnipotent.

don't know much It is impossible to discern at a glance what kind of potential is hidden in the child in front of you.

That's why we're humbled and humbled, giving this child a leisurely respite until he develops his abilities.

It should be called education.

Raimu.

But, why is Kurka trying to quickly distinguish between [useful] and [useless] things? I questioned my parents.

- Father.

Why do you live like that? "......." - Can't we live differently? hello? Even in the jungle, night began to come.

The last sunset glided away from the damp palm leaves.

Hwareuk! The fairies moved in a hurry and set torches everywhere.

Whoops! Then, the panorama of the Sanwa tribes, the tribes hidden in the shade of the forest until then, was revealed through the twilight lights.

-.......

-.......

Hundreds of thousands of Sanwa.

They can crawl on the ground, climb on walls, and go anywhere, but they live their entire lives with their houses on their backs and in a cochlea.

The races destined for freedom and bondage were now all holding their breath, listening to the conversation between the Inquisitor and the Seimslam.

-Lime… .

- Raimu.

It was not because he was overwhelmed by the power of Seimslam.

It is not that much more than being overwhelmed by the authority of the Heretic Inquisitor.

However, Seimslam is now representing the entire Sanwa people--- on behalf of all of our tribe, the words that we must say to our parents, the words we want to ask, the words we want to complain about, the things we want to blame, and all those screams in the form of a question.

I raked it in and was having an interview over there.

In other words, Seimslam was the spokesperson for our people, or more precisely, the sister-in-law of our people.

As the older sister pointed out the parents' faults, the other Sanwa became little brothers and sisters and sat quietly around.

The scale is just huge.

Literally, it is a meeting place for parents.

"Well." tuk.

The Heretic Inquisitor slowly descended from the air and sat down opposite Seimslam.

The [Sacred Magic Ceremony - Transmission (送神)] was cut off.

Now, what stood in the way between two parents and children was not the high or low eye level, nor was it the heavens and the earth.

The torch that someone had lit was quietly flickering.

“Sameslam.

I can apologize to you at any time.

The empire fell because I was not more thorough.

All the privileges you enjoyed have disappeared, and from then on, the life of the Sanwa has been reduced to a barony-level tribe that simply mines salt from the outskirts and supplies it to the designated tribes.

It's my failure.

Regarding that, I have nothing to say about ten mouths, so I apologize...

… ." -No.

It's not like that.

Seimslam raised his tentacles and scratched his face.

Perhaps he was massaging the tension between his forehead and his forehead.

-The First Empire, Childhood Glory, Failed Abandoned childhood, and now returning to work as a worker...

I don't mean to blame these changes.

No.

On the contrary, my father worked really hard and did well.

"Yes?" -In this world, there is no other race that has ever become a loser on the continent? Do, Lime.

We respect our father's abilities.

"......." - We are not asking him about his success or failure.

Look at us.

Seimslam has come close.

- Us.

Look, Kukra, the only remaining tentacle, scarred from battles, covered the back of the Inquisitor's hand.

"......." The Inquisitor saw.

-Look at us .

Father.

And.

Seimslam wore the exact same smile that the Inquisitor had on his lips.

Faced with that smile, the Inquisitor was paralyzed and unable to hold back for a while.

-We are useless children.

' Lime, I can't help it.

"Um, sorry, but this is useless!" "Should I throw it away!" "Ahaha." -We have slightly different looks and have a little more arms than you...

or a little fewer.

The silver tentacles playfully wiggled its one remaining tentacle - and yet you inherited almost all of your legacy, your intentions, your unintentional, your laughter, your gestures, your immersion in this world.

Just that much weight…everything.

"......." -So, fathers don't have to thank us for building our first empire, we don't have to apologize for our downfall.

That's a secondary matter.

I, we, want to know - Why did my father become such a psycho? Because - Only then can we know why we are so psycho.

The antennae of all Sanwa tribes are heresy interrogators.

He headed in the direction he was sitting.

-Tell me, Father.

"......." - We want to know us.

There was silence.

In the soggy silence, the Heretic Inquisitor opened his lips.

"I am." -.......

"I am… … ." [The quest on the 40th floor is in progress.] And.

2.

- No, why are you so obsessed with making money? The fairy tribes surrounded the count.

Unlike the beautiful tops they had heard of, they frowned fiercely and launched a wave of waves on their [gods].

-Whatever you do, money.

No matter what you do, money.

Unconditional money.

The world is money, money, money.

The earl was holding a hookah and blowing smoke.

It was a hookah developed by a fairy family, and this person just bought it with an extra dollar.

The parent bought the product developed by the child.

"Isn't it nice to make money, isn't it?" -No, it feels good to touch money...

Honestly, shouldn't I teach you something other than money? The world is better off dead, and how to make other people fucked up?”

-.......

"I don't know that.

I can't teach you anything other than how to make money." -Oh, so why? Beyond the hookah smoke, the Earl smiled, "It was a very empty house even without it.

No, I didn't actually have a house.

Do you know it's a garbage city? I don't know.

I don't know.

The world I was born in is much bigger than your continent and there are so many more people, It was enough to make a mountain range with just the garbage people used.”

-Eh....

"But sometimes there is garbage that can be recycled.

There is garbage that makes money.

Then business people get confused.

Garbage that others have eaten, garbage that others have thrown away, garbage that others throw away while playing.

, the garbage that other people throw away… I go through all kinds of garbage, and find the garbage that is [money].”

-Uh.

All of the fairies were bright.

They simply pounded their calculators in their heads.

-Is that a profitable business? Profitability is so poor.

"Whoah." The Count smiled pleasantly.

”

-Yes.

"That's right.

That's correct.

So, my daily wage wasn't even the level of a little snot." -.......

“At all, if you were torn by adults, there was almost nothing left in your hand.

can you star? While adults are sleeping, there is no other choice but to wake up and secretly go through the garbage pile with overtime work.

Then, if you get caught, it's a pain in the ass.

I have to split my sleep four or five times a day and pretend it's okay.

That way we can collect as much valuable garbage as possible.”

-.......

“Listen to me.

my children At least children.”

The Count put down the hookah slowly.

Then he bent down and whispered to the elves who looked at him---to the tens of thousands of elves.

in a dark voice.

by writing a syllable.

“Don’t be fooled by why you didn’t teach me anything else.

The moment you stumble over that, you're already proving that you're just kids." -.......

“It is difficult to make money.

Making money itself is lucky." A glare appeared in the earl's eyes.

"Those who do not have money.

For example, a little child living in the middle of a garbage city like myself suddenly [wants to learn the piano] one day.

Let's say that you wished strongly.

It's a delusion, isn't it? She only looks beautiful when she dreams You have to have some inspiration, you have to be lucky enough to collect a piece of sheet music trash that can read handwriting, and finally, you have to be lucky that he has musical talent.”

-.......

"For those who don't have money, wanting to learn something, wanting to do something, is a lifetime in itself.

It's a gamble.

You have to risk your time, luck, life, everything before your fingers can reach it.

This is a gamble you are saying.”

-.......

“You?”

The Count looked around the crowd.

When they met the Earl's eyes, some of the fairies' shoulders shook.

Some of them must have lived longer than the Count, but it was difficult to bear the pressure of being fifth in the tower." How are you?”

Sometimes it's easy to overlook it by turning into a cat and slowly patting the foxtail, but the count was born as a poor in a garbage village and rose to the position of a colossus who took over all the business districts of the tower.

There were very few human beings who could afford it, even on this continent, in our tower, and in the outside world.

“Do you want to learn music? I'll have to think about it.

It's quite expensive.

Choose an instrument while calculating your passion for music and your family's leisure in turn.

Be careful...

Yes, carefully." The Earl laughed, an old poisoned laugh, "Money makes you think." -.......

"Money gives you many possibilities.

Music? If you don't want to do it, quit.

It costs some money, but you don't have that much money.

Many people mistakenly, but money is a goal or result.

It's not.

[starting point].

As your parents, I just gave you a starting point." The Count took the fan out of his pocket and said, “Yes, [why did my parents only teach me how to make money] is your concern? You're not going to starve to death because you can't meet your daily wage? -.......

"Worrying.

Thinking.

Thinking.

All that [feelingly] wasteful.

Every time you're troubled by the fact that you're good enough to spend your life in luxury, It's because every time you immerse yourself in contemplation, you subtly realize it.

Do you understand? These subtle luxuries make you great.

Or at least, they give you the illusion that you've become great." The Earl smiled, and opened a fan to cover the lower part of his face: "Think when you want to think, live where you want to live, do what you want to do.

I call it freedom.

Money sets you free.

Only money.”

-.......

"I'll ask you one more time, my children.

Or at least the children." The earl's eyes, resembling a cat, gave a glimpse of the tens of thousands of fairies.

“Or did you [think] that you were unlucky?”

"If that's the case, how did you feel at the moment when you thought [I was unhappy to be born as that person's child]? Were you in a bad mood? Or...

maybe." The Earl chuckled, "Didn't you feel a little more proud of yourself, a little more proud of yourself, or just a little bit better when you even thought of this?" -.......

“As I said, thinking, worrying, and contemplating are pleasant luxury.”

It was a smile as if the dark crescent moon was tilted.

The crescent moon said, "Aha," and laughed out loud.

And [The quest on the 41st floor is in progress.] 3.

-Why did you choose us? The Saegi asked the paladin.

-We are life in the water.

On the other hand, the great dolphin … To you, it looks like life on land.

The worlds we live in are so different.

The Sagi clan resembles a mermaid.

With wave-like tattoos all over their bodies, when the Sagi clan swim in groups, just like beautiful waves wet the shore.

They were a water tribe - Kekerkker chose a designated tribe, Raim chose a Sanwa tribe.

Although they differ greatly in appearance, they are the same race that was born on the ground and lives on the ground.

There will be more commonalities than differences.

But, why are you? Even now, the Sagi tribes gathered in the river.

- Why us? The paladin sat on a huge rock that rose above the river, and thousands of people---including children who were probably swimming in the water, and tens of thousands of new tribes surrounded the rock.

"......." The paladin looked down at the river.

The blue moonlight shone through the river in the jungle.

If you look closely, it's not the moonlight, it's the tail of a bird clan.

He had his arms rested on a rock, his body soaked in the river water, and he was waving with his bangs, bangs, and tails.

Every time it became a water janggu, the water droplets were shattered with moonlight.

“On the ground,”

the paladin said as he watched the moon crumble by the water.

“I didn’t want to live on the ground.”

-Yes? “If you live on land… hate the land Gradually, little by little, one by one, I start to hate everything that walks on the ground.

to despise Everything that breathes on the ground looks terrible.”

chal kang.

The paladin slowly took off his helmet.

The blonde, who had been dozing in the iron pains, let out her breath and flowed down.

“I didn’t want to raise you like that.”

-.......

“With every breath you take, I hope that you will not be burdened with the contempt of this world, but just feel the scent of the cool sea.

I didn't want the weight of the world's gravity to grab you and drag you down as you swim.

I wished that the light waves and the benevolent waters would take all your swims.”

The paladin looked down at the moon reflected in the water and murmured.

The blonde hair covered her side face and covered her mouth.

So her voice seemed not to come from her mouth, but from the moon reflected in the water.

“Air is too light.

The ground is too hard.

Humans...

A person like me, although apparently alive, finds it so easy to walk around and so easy to stand up that it's hard to always feel one's own existence.

You've gotten used to it." -.......

“But you are different.”

challang.

Someone wags their tail.

Ripples flowed in the river.

Another ripple that overlaps the ripple again was not visible.

Tens of thousands of birds of prey stopped waving their tails and looked at their mother in silence.

“Sleep is light.

Underwater is heavy.

The seabed would be terrible.

Unlike the way we walk...

… You will feel the world every time you swim.

You will feel your own body, outline, and existence as you swim through the world.

When you skillfully dig and penetrate the waves that are hitting you, when you look up, the bright sunlight will be shining down on the sea, and the moment you see it...

… seemed happy He seemed to be happy.”

-.......

“When you are intoxicated with your swimming skills, admire the color of the sea that changes every day, enjoy the always changing taste of the water that seeps into your gills, and get tired of the sea and the waves As I rise above the water and look at the ground...

… looking at the ground Green, brown, gray, and red maple leaves and yellow wheat fields spread out on the ground, many things caught my eye.

you see it.”

said the paladin.

“I wanted you to feel beautiful.”

-......

"I wanted you to beautify and love the earth, everything that walks on it, and everything that breathes on it." I heard the sound of running water.

The river in the jungle was dark, and the sound of the water was indistinguishable from the sound of birds chirping in the forest.

Small noises were heard from all over the world.

“So, you.”

The paladin raised his head.

“I chose your new tribe called mermaids.”

-.......

“Was it my over-bearing?”

-Yes.

challang.

- It was too much.

The queen of the new tribe waved the waves with her tail.

-But… … compared to other parents.

Compared to the gods of other races, it's a pretty overkill.

The mermaid stretched out her webbing.

He stroked the blonde hair of his mother, who was choked by the iron armor.

Stop.

The paladin took a breath.

it was wet The breath that got closer to the shore was holding the moisture of the river.

The breath that a human inhaled and the breath that a mermaid exhaled were not very different from each other.

Cool drops of water dripped down on the hair resembling the color of the moon.

-I am very happy that you are our mother.

and.

[The 42nd floor quest is currently in progress.]266.