SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

■■■ just for you.

(2) 2.

I heard your wish.

Every wish needs a price.

First, I'll take your name.

Second, I'll take your face.

Third, let's have your fears.

If it doesn't matter.

If it's still good though.

Please.

Good luck to you.

3.

"......." Silence fell between the two of us.

However, the direction of silence was different.

I shut my mouth to wait for an answer, and the constellation bit my lip, not knowing how to respond.

Now, with emerald hair and gray eyes, █████ ████ ████ slowly let out a breath.

“… … But." But.

“Neither do I.”

There was poison in his breath.

“I can't remember what I looked like.

Even if you say that the King will find you, that is simply impossible.

What kind of tone did I speak and what kind of clothes did I wear? could you wear it Even I can't think of it." How can you find something that isn't there? Breath was muttering like that.

Long, draining orphaned poison into the lungs.

“I can't find myself.

Because I threw it away.

Even the King cannot find me.”

"Yes." I nodded.

"Perhaps it will be difficult to find the original you.

Even if you think you have found it, there is no guarantee that it was true.

Without any equipment, it is the same as picking up a red flag saying you found the South Pole in the middle of a snowy field.

no." “Yeah, so…”

“But you don’t need your original self.”

I caressed the constellation's cheek.

Tick.

[Skill works.] A white outline is revealed.

The paint has peeled off, and has crumbled.

Another stick of the bar that covered the constellations was broken.

“I don’t think finding your original self will make you happy.”

“… … Why do you think so, sir?”

"You threw it away.

There must be a reason why you threw it away." I laughed softly.

“I do not know where you were born.

In the distant past, when you were young, what happened to you and what scars did you suffer? What kind of work did you sell? I don’t know about such trifles.”

I couldn't even see the trauma.

It will be difficult to see no matter what skill you use.

“But I know what you like and how much you like it.”

You like adventure.

He loves living with his chosen one, smashing enemies, taking the most peril, skipping death at the risk of real pain, and moving on.

If I could achieve that, enough to throw away my original name and face.

“You like me.”

"......." By writing the last and third wish, it's okay to lose your existence.

“Then, please choose [the face you want to show me].”

“……”

“I will see you as you wish to be shown to me.

I'll see what you show me.

What else is important?”

“……”

“You like me.

You like adventure.

After chasing what I like, throwing away unnecessary heavy things, I came this far.

you are." Tick.

“I didn’t lose myself.”

Tick.

“I came here to find the person I want.”

『Everyone travels.』 『In an alcove of 5 pyeong lies an infinite desert.』 The constellation shrugged once and looked at me.

[Skill 'Space Red Yellow' works.] Yes.

I was writing the world by borrowing the power of the cosmic scarlet yellow.

Just like the constellation in front of me brainwashed me.

This time, I will become the constellation of this child and show the world.

『One fox.』 『A fox born in the desert has nothing to drink and nothing to play with, and when the wind blows during the night, the hills flow and the valleys are filled.

All the children of the desert cannot love themselves from the moment they are born.”

『Only the night sky.』 “……”

The constellation looked up.

[Skill works.] The cosmic scarlet yellow relied on my image, and the dark night sky stretched out above our heads.

Even in the desert where there is nothing, if you look up, the stars are scattered.

"it's okay." I whispered.

“Children who are not born with no milestones have no choice but to walk with the night sky as their map.”

“I will not deceive you.”

"......." The world is imagined.

The journey of a young fox begins.

『The only thing you hear when you listen closely is the sound of the sand in the desert rustling, rustling, and drying out.』 『The only dry wind.』 『The fox walks while piling up sand one by one in his heart.』 “It’s okay.”

“The fox walks because it has nothing.”

“The food is not satisfactory.

Always.”

『Things that were born in the desert always have the wind of sand in them, and when they bite, grains of sand stick to their lips.

No matter how much you eat, your thirst will not be quenched.

Clearly, in my heart where there was nothing, something piles up, but it is not the starlight of the night sky, but dry sand.”

“Have I become a desert?”

“…”

“Am I also becoming a desert? .”

“……”

『The grains of sand that have covered the world are countless and infinite, so all the evidence that has died on this earth so far constitutes a voyage, and from now on, the things that will die are Nayuta (恒河沙) I can count the parts of the world, but am I just a grain of sand added to the already infinite sand?”

“The desert is still a desert.”

“Everywhere I look, there are only traces of death.”

“Everyone is dying.

.”

“……”

“The fox has nothing to eat, so he chooses a cactus.”

“It’s because he is thirsty.”

“Occasionally, when crossing the desert, a cactus stands like a power pole.

The child knows that there is water in it.

water.

The only consolation that will quench your dying thirst.”

… To save a handful of water...

… In this sandy hell...

… You've grown a lot of thorns...

… “The fox eats cactus while crying.

barefoot There are thorns in the soles of the feet.

The blade rubs against your toes.

blood flows The leather is also pierced.

But if I don't drink it, I feel like I'm going to die, so the fox cuts the cactus flesh.”

… … Sorry… … “I drink every drop of water.”

… … Sorry… … “Water with thorns.”

“The fox was exhausted.

I might be able to walk a little more for a while.

But my throat hurts.

One sharp thorn caught.”

“The little fox paid the price.”

“The cactus did not forget to take revenge on the beast that took it and drank it.”

After drinking the first water, the fox realizes.”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe I am making the desert?”

“The fox buries its nose in the flesh of a cactus and suddenly looks up at the sky.

the sun hurts I've always wondered why the world is a desert, and where the desert comes from, so I thought it was probably because of the heat of the sun.”

“Maybe I am the sinner after the sun in this desert?”

“Ah… … ." 『I killed a lot of cacti.』 "Ah," 『Why didn't it become an oasis? There was a time when I cursed the cactus.』 "Oh...

.

Eww… , Ah." “To those who had thorns to protect even a handful of water, I broke the black thorns, asking why did you injure the soles of my feet.

The thorns are just black because the blood has hardened.”

“When you walk on the sandy path, the corpses of the thorns are scattered.”

“……”

“The desert becomes a little more desert.”

“… … no.

… … No, my lord.

I..." 『Sting.』 『Fox has a sore throat.』 "No! I did nothing wrong." “I ate too much sand.”

“I swallowed too many thorns.”

“……why……”

『But.』 『That was all there was.』 "......." 『Please save me.』 『Someone please, save me.』 『There is nothing here.』 『Even me, there is nothing.』 "...Yeah......" 『The only ripe thing for your feet is to break the thorns.』 『Now that you don't get hurt when you drink a cactus, would you be proud if you were proud of it?』 Not spilling.”

“It’s proof of an adult.”

“From when did I find myself adept at this desert.”

“…No.”

『I got used to drinking water.』 『The trick is not to cut all cacti.』 『You don’t even need to pull out all the thorns.』 『One or two.』 『Three at most.』 『Then, thorns.

Peel off the skin of the missing part and drink the juice.

Just a little bit.

Very little pleasure.”

“No harm.”

“Cactus never dies.”

“There are no criminals, no corpses.”

no!" 『I am just thirsty.』 『The thirst that is never quenched has grown little by little inside, and it has become the size of a heart.』 『One night I vomited.』 『What my heart poured out was not blood, but sand.』 “I hate it…”

『Things that I thought were the stars in the night sky.』 『Looking back, the sand has already died.』 『Sato that shines in the sun.』 『This desert and the night sky were nothing but graves.』 “The fox, who had been walking through the desert for thousands of years and looking up at a certain starlight, breathed slowly,”

“I,”

I.

“I hate this world.”

There was poison in his breath.

“It’s free.

Bored.

No, it doesn't make any sense.

why? why is it meaningless Why are you laughing? What's funny? there is no it's not enough The truth is that everything is not enough.

Why are you here? Why are you still there? how.

In this damned world of nothing,”

Why do I have nothing? “… … Confucius.”

[■■■■ ■■ ■■■■ ■■■ ■■■■■.] What? [■■■■ ■■ ■■■This skill is demonstrated.] "Confucius, will you make me happy?" Suddenly.

An oasis spreads out at the fox's feet.

“Is that right?”

desert mirror.

The undamaged white sandy beach turns white and gets wet.

With each wave, grains of sand rustle with ticks, ticks, and small bits.

"......." I didn't answer the fox right away.

Walking in the middle of an oasis, through the shallow waters.

Crossing the water where only your ankles are submerged.

went back to the fox's back.

"Yes." I grabbed the fox's shoulder.

“It’s okay to drink me.”

A little, it gave strength to the hand.

The fox, grabbed by the shoulders from behind, naturally lowered her head.

water surface.

“If you wake up today and take a sip, I will draw that much water while you sleep.

One day, another day.

Until one day I will be withered.”

The fox reflects on the mirror of the transparent water, as if it would break if touched.

The fox's face is reflected.

Even the hair that glitters like gold.

Even the eyes that have turned gray.

■ Even.

"so." I grabbed the fox by the back, supported her shoulders, and whispered in her ear.

“Give me your name.”

“……”

“Let me see you.

your face.

Please tell me the face you want me to see and the name you want me to pronounce.

Please decide.

then." until you want.

“It’s okay to drink me and live.”

drop.

Falls from the fox's face.

Black rust will flow.

“… … I deceived you...

… ." The part where the rust had fallen became black.

The oasis was a little cloudy that much.

However, the water was still very clear, so it was able to swallow the rust that the fox had spilled and illuminate the fox's face transparently.

"I've brainwashed you, shattered your memories, ripped up your voice, cut off every touch that touched you.

And yet, me." “I told you, it’s okay.”

I stroked the fox's head, "My daughter is the Demon King who has killed me hundreds of times." I was able to stroke him without a single lie: “My son is a warrior who fights to a duel whenever he is bored.”

I was fortunate enough to be able to do that, too: “My lover stabbed my heart to death.”

"......." "Brainwashing? Memory manipulation? I'm sorry, but you're nothing." I laughed.

“I don't hate anyone for hurting me.”

"......" Silence fell between the two of us.

Eventually, the fox opened her mouth.

“But the one who said to run … … ." "Can't we talk about that after a while? It's better if we don't at all.

Uh, anyway, I'd like to know your name." Silence fell again, but the direction of the silence was different.

"...my name is...." I shut my mouth to wait for an answer, and the fox bit her lip, not knowing what to answer.

The young fox, now with golden fur and gray eyes, let out a slow breath.

"■■■■ ■■ ■■■......." The fox's lips, reflected in the water, moved slightly.

“Only you.”

maybe.

The fox seemed to ponder the pronunciation of the seven syllables that she could decide.

The little fox thought about the seven spaces the world had given him.

He suddenly looked down at his gray eyes.

"......" The fox nodded.

"Yes." Tick.

The rust was finally peeling off the fox's beautiful face.

A face without paint, a voice without thorns, a heart without sand.

“Only for you,”

said the Desert Child.

“I am a music box just for you.”

And, so it happened.

[The music box just for you demonstrates this skill.] The desert has collapsed.

Just like an upside down hourglass.

The sand, which had formed an infinite horizon, constantly crumbled down and disappeared.

“I will sing for the King.”

[The skill works.] “As long as it is given for me, I will only sing according to the engraving the Sawang-sama has engraved.

Become an instrument that no one but Confucius can play.

I will become an instrument that only remembers one piece of music.”

shruck.

The golden hairs sank.

"so." "Yes." I grabbed the fox's foot, "From now on, you are the only constellation I serve." [Congratulations.] ['A music box just for you' is your constellation.] [You are the only member of 'A music box just for you.'] In a desert oasis of less than 5 pyeong.

Made a pact with one gray fox.324.