Carb Sears (R) 201

Chapter 201 – One Step.

Usher reached out and carefully touched the glowing red petals. He knew this flower. It didn’t shine as brightly as this, but when I lived in the forest, I could see it in full bloom in the fall. Did the elders of the village say it was a superiority? The children used to pick and play with these pretty flowers from time to time, but Usher couldn’t take care of this girlish flower, so he just caressed the petals and let them go. Soon, he raised his head and looked to the other side, and the darkness he thought had been lifted was still there.

A strange world where only flowers retain their light.

“Here is the alternative.”
[Please don’t try to know too much about this place.]

The girl’s voice came again.

[Just as if there were none, as if there were none. It is a place where there is no problem even if you have that level of awareness.]

She turned her head to find where her voice had come from, but she was nowhere to be seen.

[Where are you looking? It’s here.]

As he was puzzled by this, Usher stepped back from him, startled by the small feeling of weight tapping his foot. And only then could he see the owner of the voice. But he doubted whether he was seeing properly.

“You?”

White enough to barely reach his chin, she clearly had the shape of a girl. Her delicate lines drawn on her body, her arms and legs, and her long hair down to her ankles were all claiming to be a girl, but the reason I couldn’t be sure was because I couldn’t see her face. It wasn’t just her face.

[Yeah, good. Teach me how I look.]

Her whole body seemed to be made of white light, but it was so blurry that she was barely recognizable as a girl her age.

“It just looks white.”
[…I see.]

The girl tapped her lips where nothing could be seen and opened her mouth.

[I knew it would be like this, but I’m sorry.]

She wanted to ask what was missing, but she turned around first.

[I will guide you to the place you want.]

Then, as if bewitched, I followed the pure white girl who started walking towards somewhere. The endlessly spreading red flowers rustled in the breeze blowing from somewhere, and they crossed the center. As I walked aimlessly, the red flowers were blooming in clusters of light like fireflies, as if they were on fire. Just then, a voice is heard from the girl walking ahead.

[There are many things I want to ask, but I can’t. I can’t waste your time.]

Eventually the girl stopped her steps and looked back at him. She still couldn’t see anything, but I can’t figure out why she looks so forlorn. So it was.

“If there’s anything you want to ask, you can ask.”

He had a lot of things he wanted to ask, but she wanted to answer her questions.

[No. 1 minute 1 second is precious time. You have to consider that time carefully.]

However, what came back was the cold and resolute girl’s answer.

[So I must do my duty too.]

At the same time, long bookshelves appear from behind the white girl and surround them.

[Now remember your duty. What did you come here for?]

Only after Usher heard the voice did he recall his memory of himself drinking the waters of the Holy Grail. She didn’t understand why she had forgotten, but now she felt awake.

[This is a library, a place that holds the fruits that should have belonged to you.]

The bookshelves surrounding it were filled with countless books.

[I want to return the fruit, but right now we don’t have the right to do so, so the only thing we can give you is the moment.]

Papers spilled from the bookshelf passed in front of his eyes, blocking his vision. I was able to confirm that some letters and shapes were drawn, but even that was an instant, so I couldn’t see anything properly.

[Tell me your wish]

What did he say to a voice that was orphaned but pitiful, solemn but kind, like a girl he knew but a little different, in a world that was turning white?

[That’s your wish. But tell her directly what she said. I’m sure you’ll be happy.]

It was scattered in a hazy way without even thinking about it.

[Remember me if you want to use this. It’s just copying your mind. In the end, it can’t become true power.]

Jude looked out the window, listening to the sound of the crackling, burning lanterns passing in his ears. The streets of Parzu were so bright and lively that it was hard to believe that night had come, with countless lanterns and the sounds of people talking.

“It’s annoying.”

This country, which was built on the basis of a water source springing from the ground without a cloud belt, was full of strangers who visited from time to time, and there was no quiet day. The distances between the countries are far and even the proper roads are rare. Numerous countries across the wilderness prefer to communicate with distant countries via Parz rather than going around the cloud region, so it is unavoidable.

“Are you uncomfortable with anything?”

He heard himself murmur and turned his head at the questioning voice. Opposite him was Sita’s husband, Martin.

“It’s just that it’s a little noisy outside.”
“It’s probably because of the envoy from the Holy Land. I haven’t been here recently. He suddenly came and seems to be busy inside and out.”
“A holy place?”

Jude frowned.

“Did they send an envoy at a time like this?”

Yes, the Holy Land was a nuisance to him as a wizard in many ways. No, would he be glad if he was simply annoying? There was nothing good about being related to each other. Especially the existence holding its breath beneath the ruins. No sorcerer ever set foot in the Holy Land, knowing how terrible things lurked under the ridiculous name of the Demon King.

“Does it have something to do with that guy named Krikaliev?”

Seeing that he knew the secrets of the Paladins, he could not see that he had nothing to do with them. But how on earth was he able to gain the power to face the mage in the body of a paladin? That was the question Avoiding the direct interference of magic would be the only power that a paladin could be permitted. I don’t know where such a thing popped up. Besides, the power that wrung Sheeta’s shield simply by throwing a thick cleaver couldn’t be explained by magic alone.

“Could it be that guy?”

Then, all of a sudden, something came to my mind about a new demon king. While he was in Lantua, he knew the news that the ruler of the Holy Land had changed and that the Demon King, who had protected the Holy Land for 500 years, was defeated. If so, the new demon king should claim to be the ruler and guardian of the Holy Land and take over.

“It can’t be.”

But he denied the idea he had come up with. It can’t be said that there is no connection at all, but if his assumption is true, Krikaliev at least wasn’t a person who should have been in Parz. Then he felt a disgruntled stare beneath him.

“Chuuuuu, please pay attention to the customer.”

The owner of that gaze and voice was Sheeta, who was sucking his cock under the table. Right in front of her is her husband. It was a shameless act in front of Catsy, whose five senses were more sensitive than humans. But no one seemed to care about him.

“Did my wife make a mistake?”

On the contrary, Martin was terrified that even though his wife was openly sucking and coveting the cock of her foreign man, she might have offended him. I decided to put off the complicated thoughts that were bothering me.

“Ah, no. Her wife’s tongue tongue was so good that I was in a daze for a while.”
“That’s right? I’m envious. My wife wouldn’t do that to me.”

Rather, it was never normal to be envious without knowing what the problem was, but he himself was not aware of it. That’s right, Jude was an honored guest who, if necessary, had to serve his wife wholeheartedly, not to offend her, and also made it a matter of course.

“Haum, chung. Jung, or should I hit you with your hands when you have sex with a customer?”

Sheeta licked Jude’s cock in front of Martin, then climbed up and cupped her hand as if teasing him.

“It’s okay! Take good care of the guests!”

Martin gulped down his drink, blushing like a husband ashamed of his wife’s appeal. He didn’t care that the wife was rubbing her cunt against another man’s cock post, but rather bruised it. Jude couldn’t stop laughing at the sight he had created.

“Aren’t you enjoying yourself too much? Sheeta?”
“Nyahaang, it wasn’t Jude who made me into this female.”

Of course, Sheeta, already his captive, was enjoying Martin’s forage with Jude.

“Then you heard that from her husband, but you’re not going to cheer up?”

Seeing Sheeta open the crack and choke on his cock, Jude immediately stuffed his cock in and filled it up. It didn’t matter if the Holy Land guys came or not. It was enough for him to get his hands on Belka.

“So, when can I enter the royal castle?”
“I don’t know about that yet. It seems that the schedule has been delayed because guests have come from various places, including the Holy Land.”
“Ha, is that so?”

Still, that snot was still high, judging by the delay in inviting him despite trying to approach him as the benefactor who had brought their prince through Martin. After dinner, they went back to their respective rooms.

“Nya-nyang~ Well then, see you tomorrow.”
“Okay.”

Of course, Martin was alone and Sheeta followed Jude as if it were natural. They lay in the same bed today. He quietly looked up at the ceiling. There is still a buzzing sound outside the window. People’s voices that never cease as if there is no night. His childhood was still staying here. There was a time when he dreamed of happiness, albeit for a moment, in the midst of bursting memories that he missed and did not miss.

“…Sita. Do you remember the day we first met?”
“Chuuut, Nyahang? What are you talking about?”

But all that comes back is the vulgar question of the woman who was still washing his things under him. Hey, there’s no point in remembering these things now.