SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

family interview.

(3) 4.

“I’m sorry.”

slowly.

The Inquisitor fell to his knees.

“I was wrong, folks.”

The Sanwa people who looked at the Inquisitor from afar took a deep breath.

'Huh,' 'Suck!' 'Huh!' No matter how much the truth has been revealed, the Inquisitor is a god they have worshiped for thousands of years.

He was a transcendental person who gave me care from the beginning, and he was a father who gave me a taste of the glory and glory of the Sanwa people.

The godman knelt before them.

“I am reminding you that I am by no means a normal person.

I think I'm normal, but other people… … Especially since I said it wasn't the Four Kings, um.

Nope.

Then, as you said, [Psycho] might suit me!”

-Why.

On behalf of the entire Sanwa, Seimslam spoke up.

-Why did Psycho...

… .

“It's not that rare.

I was kidnapped by the mafia when I was about 3 years old.

I don't know if it was stolen because my parents couldn't pay, or if they picked up a useful kid from an orphanage.

I have already killed all the people who could tell me that.”

-......

“I was taught how to kill people, the art of keeping them alive, not killing them, how to cut a steely person into hundreds of pieces of iron and then turn them into his subordinates, and how to attract people.

Over the shoulder, I learned by observing the process of tissue breakdown from the inside and destruction from the outside.

I am the only one who knows this.

I can't help it...

… ." The Inquisitor sighed.

Then, with a bright expression on his face, he looked at Seimslam.

"I thought, I shouldn't teach you [these things]!" -Why? "Well, it's the things I can do best and do the best.

Nevertheless, I didn't want you to live a life like me.

It would be rather difficult if there were a lot of people like me in the tower! For me, me alone is enough! do." The heretic interrogator smiled broadly, "Of course...

But I couldn't help but teach you anything.

Dear Sanwa people.

The world, this world is a formidable place.

It is truly a scary place.

If you just sit still, you will suffer someday, and maybe just like me.

You may be kidnapped.”

-.......

“I had to make you strong.”

The Inquisitor used all the knowledge he had to develop the civilization of the Sanwa people.

"There is no such thing as a completely trustworthy person in the world.

If there is, there is only one person.

It is like a miracle that is allowed only once in your life.

It's purely up to your luck in life, so ignore it.

Ignore it, and you control others before they betray you.”

The rest of the races were captured and enslaved, imprisoned in caves to prevent them from betraying, and hundreds of sections were segregated in the caves, and a watchtower kept watch over the slaves at all times.

will disappear.”

-.......

"Because I'm a psycho.

I'm a psycho, so I'm sorry." There was a dark silence in the jungle.

Seimslam slowly lifted his head and looked up at the Inquisitor - Father Kukra.

"Yes." - You're a psycho.

Still, he tried to teach us only the mildest things in his head, the most common-sense things, and the most precious things.

"That's right." -The house was poorly built with boards and a hammock as a roof, and even though it was a house that would easily collapse and collapse with the cold rain and wind, my father was trying to make the best house for us.

is not it? “It was.”

- Then, it was done.

Seimslam released its tentacles.

He grabbed the handle of the great sword that had been nailed to the ground.

-You tried to teach us your best.

You hid your worst, and you didn't ask us to understand.

However, 『Better than me.』 『If you at least become better people than me.』 - They really did their best to take care of us.

-I'm such a father...

.

No matter how many shortcomings there were, I don't want to curse them by saying why they were born and why they raised us.

remorse.

Seimslam drew a sword from the ground and draped it over his shoulder and over his shell.

- I'm glad you're my father.

"......." - Maybe.

Seimslam laughed.

The Sanwa, who were the first in history to rise to the presidency of the Reconciliation Council and reigned for decades, raised their lips and smiled brightly.

- You might be a little happy just for this moment.

"......." - For telling me, to us, that I'm sorry.

thanks.

and.

- Thank you very much.

father.

[Quest progress.] [Sanwa voting begins.] [No.1.

It was nice to be guided by you.] [No.2.

I hated being guided by you.] Slowly.

Fireflies began to fly from the jungle.

No, if you look closely, it wasn't a firefly.

The Sanwa crouching at the base of a palm tree.

A Sanwa clinging to a wooden pole.

The Sanwa people spread their body on the base of a tree.

In the shade of the jungle, the Sanwa were hiding, where they listened to the sermons of Seimslam and the Inquisitor.

[The counting is in progress.] A bluish light appeared from the bodies of the Sanwa, and then they flew into the air.

From a distance, it looked like a firefly.

hundreds.

thousands.

tens of thousands.

Hundreds of thousands of fireflies wrapped around palm trees and jungle, ascending into the sky and into the dark night sky.

Numerous fireflies twinkled, giving me the illusion that I was floating in the middle of the Milky Way instead of in a jungle.

[Voting complete.] A voice echoed in the forest of the Milky Way.

like a small bell.

[Vote #2: 22.5 percent] [Vote #1: 77.5 percent] [I inform you that the first vote has exceeded a majority.] "......." The Inquisitor looked up at the night sky in confusion.

Milky Way swirling in the dark sky, blue and green.

The heretical inquisitor simply lost his attention to the choking reunion dance, where fireflies danced and starlight fell.

“I am glad that you are my father.”

Perhaps the words of Seimslam just took away everything from him.

that.

As long as I live with the Inquisitor, I will find out anytime.

[Stage cleared.] [The 40th floor stage has been cleared!] 5.

-That's right.

money is the best The fairies shrugged their shoulders.

Aside from her, a lot of fairies said, "That's right" "Life without money is terrible" "We have no Gao, no money?" If the elves were fanatics of the flames before returning, the elves on this continent were fanatics, apostles, and evangelists of golden universalism.

Your words are so subtle that I can't argue with them.

To be honest, we were just curious, so we asked.

What do you think...

What other thoughts did you raise our fairies with mischiefs who only knew about money? I feel relieved.”

The Earl chuckled: "If you know how much it will cost to talk to you, you'll get filial piety on your own.

Every minute and every second is a valuable merchant.

I'll give you the service.”

-The discount service is good.

I will appreciate it.

The fairies bowed their heads gracefully.

-Then I would like to ask one more question after receiving the service.

-Why are you still making so much money? "Hmm." The Count blinked.

The fairies also blinked.

“What do you mean?”

-Didn't your mother say that money makes many things easier? If you want to learn music, you can learn it.

If you want to do something else, you can do it.

Even if you want to do something else, you can think about your own life.

I agree, “By the way?”

-How long are you going to make money? The fairies tilted their heads.

-Mother, it seems that you have a lot of money.

Now you can do what you want to do, do what you want to do, worry about what you want to do, can't you do what you want? Can't you choose any life? "......." -Why do you earn more? The fairies opened their mouths.

-What are you going to do? -What are you going to do? So the gossips of the fairies were like sounds coming from the forest, from the branches, and from the leaves at the same time.

-What are you doing? -Is there something you really want to do? .." The earl held the fan.

Kuk.

The face of the earl was revealed as the fan was drawn in.

The fifth-ranked hunter, expressionless, was too old and too often to reveal himself, so now he has a dregs to send.

With rage that was not even left, he was quietly staring straight ahead.

Remnants of rage were the first to stink like that, and said, “It will change the world.”

It was only once air-filtered and refined into a sentence: “Oh my God, there is so much garbage.”

-.......

Even after being refined once, the enemy's voice was unsettling for the fairies to handle.

Auras flew over the earl's shoulder.

Even the Count, who had difficulty handling Aurors skillfully, went through the previous stages.

To some extent, the familiar Auror Count was revealing the color of his heart: "Listen, I was born in a garbage mountain, grew up in a garbage village, and crossed over to the garbage city, but there is one thing I have realized.

Really, the only realization So, thanks to this realization, I consider it a kind of luck to be born in a trash can.”

-...What is it? “The garbage that comes from the sea, the garbage that falls from the sky, the garbage that is buried under the ground, and the garbage that is thrown away while rolling it up is less filthy garbage than [humans].”

The Earl laughed strangely, a sarcastic laugh: "But I didn't see any professional cleaning people only for humans, so I thought.

If this market is such a blue ocean, shouldn't I be the first to take the lead?" -.......

"I'm going to clean up trash people with money." The Count crossed his arms and smiled, "Of course I don't think all humans are trash.

Not at all! Quite the opposite.

Indeed, many people believe that they twinkle more beautifully than starlight.

The distance between stars is so great that beautiful people can't see each other.

It's difficult to meet, but...

it's just difficult.

Looking back from afar, countless stars dot the night sky." He's thinking of someone, and the earl tipped his lips in a pleasant way: "They need a janitor like me." -How? -A certain fairy asked: -Do you use money to save those who shine? -Do you drive out the bad guys with money? -How? The laughter was wild: "You don't even have to be a hero.

You don't have to be a hero.

You have bat wings to fly across the border between the law and the law, and the web between crime and crime to save pitiful victims, and raise a giant shield to stop them.

You don’t have to give, you don’t have to.”

The Count's voice was resolute: "Just spend the money!" And it was simple: "Just let them make money!" Establishment of the right economy.

“Good companies and bad companies.

Good organization and bad organization.

Good business and bad business.

Good people and bad people...

.

okay.

There are many who have a hard time figuring out how to tell them apart.

Those who wonder when and how to see what the hell is [human nature].

Most of those who have such curiosity create such an environment artificially, saying that such things can only be seen in [extreme circumstances], but it is nonsense.

All right, I’ll listen.”

And praise for the undistorted cycle.

“It is the nature of man.”

Construction of positive for exacerbation.

“Not [when you have nothing], but only when you have [everything] you can see.”

perhaps.

Trusting people more than anyone.

“I sprinkle money, good men reveal their good nature with it, but the scum begins to stink.

But that doesn't change what I do! give money Makes money! It makes them fat and makes them fragrant.

Until they corrupt themselves, until they commit crimes on their own, I will invest my money in them.”

It might be that woman smiling on a rock in the middle of the jungle.

“And if any human or company turns out to be rotten garbage… What." Suddenly, a thought occurred to me.

“The hero Nari, whom I have generously supported with money, will take care of it.”

“For that, I am constantly, as you say, earning money.

Sometimes, well, unavoidable cases happen in life.

By committing a little evasion.”

The old man smiled softly.

“This is why I make money.”

Suddenly.

The fairies were looking up at the count dazedly.

That gaze was a little more hazy than when he knew the Count as a god and worshiped him.

From the beginning, the fairies were not very zealous in their faith.

He was faithful to God's command to make money, not to God himself.

Among all races, fairies belonged to the broadest class of beliefs.

"and." But.

“It’s also the reason I raised you.”

Today was different.

The eyes of the fairies who were looking up at the count now were undoubtedly filled with something like faith.

Longing for those who are higher than themselves.

Respect for those who walked before you.

Respect for those who point farther than themselves.

“You are far more capable than most of the merchants working in my tower.

Of course.

They live their lives and make money, but you earn money and live your life as well.

do you know You guys have been merchants since birth.”

-.......

“I hope that people like you will come to my tower, I am very picky.

sincerely.

I have been waiting for it.”

The Count stood up.

The fairies flinched.

Irrespective of that, the Count got down from his seat and walked towards the fairies surrounding him.

“He who knows how to make money.”

one person.

“A person who sees through the flow of money and goods.”

one person.

Every time the count walked in front of the fairies, he raised his fan and gently supported the tip of the elf's chin with the tip of the fan.

Then, he made eye contact with the fairy in front of him.

The fairies seemed to be dazzled by the count's eyes, and never avoided her gaze.

“A person who takes pleasure in making money, but also seeks other pleasures at the same time.

Those who contemplate what to earn this money for.

Those who consider worrying as a pleasure.

in short… … ." So, one by one, the Count raised his chin and looked into the eyes of hundreds, and spoke to the ears of tens of thousands.

"Those like me." It was dark in the jungle, so the earl's whisper was like a sound coming from the forest, from the branches, from the leaves at the same time: "My children." Said the Count, “Follow me.”

The fairy's breathing slowed.

"This continent is small.

It only occupies one corner of the universe.

If you are well versed in the logistics of the corner and monopolize the items in the corner, what does that mean? Follow me.

Follow me.

Come, climb the tower, grab all the streams of money flowing all over the world, tear apart and trample the wealth of the universe, so that everything from a penny of gold wandering around the world to a handful of wire thrown in the trash can flow seamlessly.”

“I need you.”

Already, the eyes of the fairies were hazy, “I will love you.”

The fairy's breath was redder than their body temperature.

The fairies looked at the woman who was once their god, and now the woman who is now their mother, looking at the woman, "Will you follow me?" It didn't take long for the fairy's lips to fall off.

-Yes...the dark jungle.

The palm trees, branches, and long and wide leaves whispered at the same time -Yes, Mother.

[Quest progress.] [Fairy vote.

begins.] [Voting complete.] The Count smiled as white as the moon [2nd vote: 11.60%] [1st vote: 88.40%] [Notice that the 1st vote has exceeded the majority.] Tsar When I opened the fan to cover the lower crown, the moon in my smile was split in half.

“Thank you all.”

The Count held a half moon slanted to his lips: "Like me, let the world flush the toilet." and.

[Stage cleared.] [The 41st floor stage has been cleared!]267.