SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

blood and alcohol.

(1) 1.

“So, what will you do?”

I swung my holy sword.

The alligator gentleman, who was still crying, looked at the tip of my sword and said, "Hey!" I swallowed a scream, "Uh, what do you mean? What do you mean?" "Whatever the circumstances, you made a bid.

It was won.

Then, whether it is killed or cooked, we have to find out who has the qualifications to become the constellation of humans.

"......." "Duel? One-on-one? A fair fight?" The crocodile gentleman looked at my sword, gulp, and the crocodile's gigantic neck, covered in scales, grunted, "Cole?" Since then, you are a gentleman.”

“Ha? Then what did you come here for?”

"When we surrender, even if we surrender, this person, shouldn't we talk first? After knowing who each other is, it's something we have to make with porridge or rice." I lowered one eyebrow, "Hmm." "You broke through from the 50th floor to here in an instant, so I don't know if you're aware of it.

Huh? The constellations residing on the upper floors also have connections.

They are different in shape and degree, but similar to where people live.

It's similar! After all, [the cows that harvest the ruins] also cooperated with [Eye in the labyrinth] to attack you!”

The crocodile gentleman took a handkerchief from the front pocket of his suit and wiped his hair.

“It’s not… Yeah, damn it.

Scary! Ah! Scary! All right! Where did this guy come out of nowhere!”

Why are you getting angry with me: "If you can, speak with your words.

Words.

Huh? Do you know how many kinds of powers you ate right now? Eat like that and pretend.

Young man.

The return of Mutia, information from Hishimit Kritz, and what? , even the constellations that you don’t even know what they are…”

"Eating one of you doesn't seem like it's going to disguise what you've already pretended to be." "Of course, that's a damn fact..." The crocodile shed tears, an honest gentleman, "Ha, but when I see you, you look like a very young man.

At least you're trying to be transparent.

”

It was the moment I took a thoughtful position ['the labyrinth' speaks cautiously to you] I looked down at my wrist, and there was a snake curled up like a wristwatch.

." The snake raised its tiny head, wondering if I might hit it.

It was pretty cute.

His true identity is none other than a rare bad guy who has turned countless human beings into life-size dolls and displayed them.

['The eye that dwells in the labyrinth' says.

Maybe it's just meddling.] Why? What.

[All that the crocodile gentleman has said so far, without exception, is a lie, and the 'Eyes that dwell in the labyrinth' are secretly telling you.] "......." I turned around slowly.

In front of him, the crocodile was still wiping the sweat-free skin with a handkerchief.

My two eyes and the snake's eyes looked at it side by side.

['Eyes dwelling in the labyrinth' are judged.] “Of course, I don't want that as if we understood each other through dialogue from the beginning.

Conversation, communication, is not just about talking.

That's kind of a great achievement.

is not it?" [False] “Perhaps the essence of a conversation is to share time with each other.

hour.

Giving time to each other.

Even if you talk for 30 minutes right now, it doesn't mean much to someone who has already lived without the other person for 30 years.

But what about a year from now?”

[It's false.] "If we talk again after a year has passed since we first started talking, 10 years, 20 years, the time between the two of them will overlap each other for some 20 years.

Then a new life that can be compared to the life of the past 30 years has been continued!”

[False.] “I don't think I can win your trust from the pasture.

but… I want it to be a constellation that you can dedicate your time to, enough that you can get to know it slowly.

how about King.”

The alligator blinked.

“Will you allow me a chance to talk to you?”

And the snake also blinked.

[False.] I smiled slowly.

'It's fun.' I gently stroked the snake's head, still trembling with anxiety, with my index finger.

The snake croaked softly, as if it was about to fall to the ground at any moment.

'It was just a lie until the very end.

Even the question of [Will you allow me a chance to talk to you?] … .

I have nothing to think about.

The word [conversation] starts with the word goura, right?' [Yes.] 'I'm asking you to give me a chance to slap me, not a chance to talk to me.

Instinct.' [I will.] Literally the tears of a crocodile.

I smiled at the alligator gentleman.

"good." I could see the crocodile gentleman's eyes turning red.

“Please give me one.

A place for conversation.”

2.

It was immediately revealed, but the 'conversation' the Crocodile Gentleman said was not a one-on-one conversation.

It was a place where even the constellations whose powers were threatened by me, the constellations that overlapped the realm I would oversee and their own, and, in a word, the constellations whose feet had fallen on fire, were also present.

['The Redst Sommelier' won the bid for administrator rights on the 67th floor.] ['Eternal Twin Dance' has won the bid for administrator rights on the 68th floor.] Several constellations sat at a long table and waited for me.

It wasn't a rather long table, it was an overly long table.

The table was endlessly stretched side to side until it converges to a vanishing point.

This space, which was prepared for a conversation, also continued along the table.

They could sit facing each other, but that's all, to get to the other side would have to mobilize their body, not horses.

“Come on, sit down! king.

Come on!”

The alligator gentleman welcomed me.

“We all want to talk to you.

Even though it looks like this, everyone is very shy, so I only came out when I was leading the meeting.

haha.

People tend to be shy, no matter how big or small they are.”

[False.] I already know.

Without losing my laughter, I looked around at the face the crocodile gentleman introduced me to.

“First of all, it is an honor to introduce to you the 'Twins of Eternal Wonmu (圓舞)'.

It is a very rare constellation of twins.”

The twins sitting across the table shook their heads at the same time, at the exact same moment, and at the same angle.

"Nice to meet you." “It’s a snippet.”

Even the timing of opening the mouth overlapped.

One had a high pitch and the other low, and they were in strange harmony with each other, even though they were just speaking normally.

The twins held each other's hands with expressionless faces.

“Isn’t it special?”

The alligator gentleman laughed.

“It is not that two people are constellations individually, but only when two people are together is the constellation.

Maybe it's actually one person, but they don't know that it looks like two separate people on the outside.

Who knows? Now, next...

… ." "I'm [a skinny handprint nobleman].

Kid." "I don't want anything from you," said the lavishly dressed constellation, staring at me with hateful eyes.

Maybe he didn't hate 'me' in particular.

His expression was directed towards an unspecified majority.

The anger must have hardened at some point, and it must have turned into skin.

It was a face that hated something rather than hating someone, and that something.

When asked what it was, he had a face that had no choice but to say that it was his own life.

“Only one thing.”

[Youngin] glared at me, “I just hope you understand my situation.”

"Come on! Come on! We're going to start talking about that one by one!" The crocodile clapped his hand urgently.

His arms were short and the applause was full.

"First of all, in honor of the successful meeting! Let's get some drinks!" When the clap of hands sounded, the door to the conference hall opened.

From there, the butlers in tailcoats walked out in a row.

The butlers were holding a wine bottle that looked like a wine bottle.

The crocodile savored his lips: "As my nickname [the redst sommelier] is, I'm quite picky about alcohol.

To brew and cast human emotions into alcohol.

This is my blessed power." Everything seemed perfect for the butlers, but there was one empty place, the chest.

It reminded me of Swiss cheese from a famous rat cartoon.

The butlers had a hole in the middle of their chest.

The more life is expressed, the fresher the scent and the heavier the taste when brewed with alcohol.”

There was no blood dripping from the butler's hole or no internal organs visible.

It was really cut out neatly like a cartoon.

One of the butlers came up to me and tilted the bottle.

"I've always felt the concentrated emotions of humans, the so-called sincerity." ), so you can call it the constellation of truth.

A red liquid filled my glass of wine.

"Isn't there something similar to you?" "......." "Cheers!" The crocodile gentleman opened his mouth wide.

His short arms grabbed the glass and he couldn't drink it himself.

The gentleman just opened his mouth, and the butler poured the drink with his open mouth.

Red wine leaked through his teeth and wet the gentleman's neck and shirt.

That one word is not a lie, it must be the truth.

[The nobleman] gracefully tilted the glass with a wrinkled expression.

"......." "......." The [twins] did not use the butler to drink, nor did they hold a glass to drink.

They drank it through each other's lips, holding hands, not a single drop of red wine dripping down The time they swallowed and the interval between gulps in their throats were the same.

Wouldn't the drinking and exhalation rhythm be the same? [Twins] weren't drinking, they were just trying not to miss each other.

Everything that passes by them is just a white background, and what they always prove, what they want to prove, may be that they just haven't lost sight of each other.

I put the glass down.

The level of red in the glass didn't go down a bit.

Slowly, I looked at the constellations sitting over the table.

"Certainly you are like me." A crocodile gentleman in a suit [the redst sommelier] A person who takes the hearts of others and gets intoxicated with emotions “I understand that once my position as a constellation is consolidated, it will be much more difficult for you.”

A lavishly-dressed noble, [a nobleman with a skinny handprint], a blood of hatred and a skeleton of wrath.

Two people holding hands.

[Twins of the eternal circle dance] Who needs nothing but your approval "I am glad to bring you down, not anyone else." "......." The constellations stopped their movements.

[Gwiin] put his mouth on the glass and looked at this side quietly.

[Twins] looked at me side by side, with only their eyes turned in the same posture with their lips overlapped.

“Hmm.”

The alligator gentleman slowly closed his mouth.

Then he wiped the wine flowing between his teeth with a handkerchief.

He had a handkerchief to wipe not sweat, but alcohol, and not his own body temperature, but the blood of others.

“Why?”

The alligator looked at me with cracked eyes.

“If you are going to be hostile to us in the first place, there is no need to talk.

There is no reason why we should be invited to where we are gathered, come in like this, and bear the unhappiness of dealing with the three constellations at once.”

The butlers moved away from the table.

Exactly, far away from my seat.

They pulled out weapons such as knives from their arms and began to surround me.

“Why, why are you showing your teeth to us here at this time?”

“It’s not a place we’ve created to talk about anyway.”

I poured the drink into the glass.

Red light was embroidered under the chandelier.

However, it didn't happen that the alcohol crossed the table and overturned the crocodile's head.

It was blocked by an invisible wall, and the alcohol flowed out.

Where I sit and where they sit.

Above the table, some kind of veil was hung.

“I was planning to fight from the beginning.

If you're going to fight, [Primordial Staff] must have also allowed you to bid.

In order to fight, three people were lured here to fight.”

"Well." The alligator gentleman blinked.

“It’s difficult.

This is just a device made just in case...

.

King, you are misunderstanding me now.”

[False.] It was a fact that did not need to be told.

“But, if your thoughts are like that, it is even more questionable.

?”

“I want to see.”

I shrugged.

"What kind of tactics or tactics you must have devised.

Most of all, what you look like.

What would you say if you were to talk.

I wanted to see you at least once leisurely." “So, I saw.

How do you feel?”

He grabbed the sword, “There is a reason why Geomje treats the constellations as restaurants.”

“Please run at once.”

The alligator gentleman's eyes hardened, "You are underestimating us." Eyes ripped like a cat locked me in.

"Mutia was only allied with Hishimit Kritz, but not both at the same time.

You're doing this because you don't know what it means to have three constellations at once." .

You will pay the price.”

"Unfortunately." I grabbed the hilt.

“These words will soon become a lie.”

The constellations rushed towards me in unison.338.