Chapter 104 – War God Festival (13)
“It’s already the fourth round.”
Midsummer hugged my pillow tightly and rolled around. It was hard for me to go anywhere because it was so focused on me and midsummer. Even the current room was a place that was considered separately by the school for that reason.
“I mean.”
I frantically banged on my laptop keyboard in response.
“You must be very busy.”
Midsummer lifted her upper body with a bit of a slur.
“You know. What am I preparing for?”
“Will the real Blood Bridge attack?”
Tak- I just finished what I was doing, so I closed my laptop and dragged a chair to sit in front of midsummer.
“I don’t know. But it’s good to overdo it a little.”
“Right. Too many people. I can’t go anywhere. As soon as I went out, hundreds of eyes were fixed on me. I feel like a celebrity.”
“As expected, a beautiful girl becomes a painting.”
“Am I a pretty girl?”
Midsummer asked, gently twisting the ends of her hair with her fingers.
“Sounds natural.”
“Know. I just did it.”
Shrugging, raising the corner of her mouth is oddly snarky. I let out a small sigh and scrolled down while looking at my phone.
“What’s up?”
“Oscar. No matter how you look at it, this bastard is a bit suspicious.”
“Didn’t you get information from Cheonbigak?”
“Cannot judge. Naedang Bimadae is the same, and even the telegraph corps under the direct control of the president says there is no doubt about it, but this intuition is what I mean. It’s annoying.”
“Wouldn’t it stop if I broke it?”
I frowned. I still had a lot of headaches about it.
“I’m glad then.”
“Why?”
“It sounds like you are hiding your power. If so, your life is in danger.”
“If the opponent is at a level of transcendence, wouldn’t it be possible to take it out?”
Midsummer tilted her head slightly.
“I can’t judge. Because her secret art of blood connection is so shady. It’s not Hyungyeong, but if I were the blood priest. If he was going to cause an accident, he would have infiltrated the hwagyeong.”
It was only then that Midsummer’s expression became a little more serious.
It was unknown whether it would be the semifinals or the finals that the blood bridge would do.
“…What can I do?”
“I am really sorry.”
It was a big blow to Midsummer’s pride, so her mouth didn’t fall off easily. Should she say this or not, she pondered immensely. However, she only strengthened the idea that the answer was to take the safe route rather than gambling.
“What?”
T-ring- Suddenly, a notification sound rang.
“For awhile. What appeared on the status window?”
As expected, a new file appeared after a long time. Now, I have a rough idea of what conditions the file opens under. When I made a choice. It seems to pop up when certain conditions are met.
『Moorim Maeng Special Wanted Letter
Blood Religion, the Three Apostles.
(Failed to obtain photo)
Name: unknown
Gender: Male
Age: unknown
State: unknown
Height: about 180 cm
Weight: around 90kg
Uniqueness :
Presumed Germanic (German).
INTERPOL-UN Security Council Special Wanted.
Responsible for inhumane experimentation on thousands of human subjects.
Responsible for dozens of terrorist acts that have killed hundreds of people.
Involved in over a thousand murders.
A key member of the international terrorist organization Blood Religion.
Responsible for raising funds for the international terrorist organization ‘Blood Bridge’.
Bounty: 25 million USD.』
I immediately shared the file with Midsummer.
Midsummer’s face, staring at the file, hardened moment by moment.
“Three apostles…?”
“It seems that the blood bridge attack has become certain.”
“There’s no such thing as just opening the file and nothing happens… Right?”
“From what I’ve experienced so far, this is just a quest window. I’m talking about turning it into a file. ‘Stop the blood bridge.’ This kind of feeling?”
“If it’s the Three Apostles, it’s a pretty high-ranking position in the Blood Religion, right?”
“Uh. I’ve never actually seen it either. I heard that among the Blood Religion Apostles, the first to third apostles are a bit special.”
In other words, it was said that there was a high possibility that the three apostles were Hwagyeong.
“…Could Oscar be the Three Apostles?”
“I don’t know. So it is.”
I brought up what I was going to say earlier.
“River 4, can you abstain? Sorry.”
Midsummer slowly shook her head.
“No, there is nothing to be sorry about. To be honest, I was exhausted from paying too much attention. Excuses are a problem.”
“I know. If I suddenly abstained, I think there would be an uproar.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice for me to fight in advance?”
I thought while taking a sip of the coffee placed next to me. When midsummer did one more test and when not.
‘It’s too dangerous.’
The state of midsummer was still lacking. If the opponent is a hwagyeong, it’s an instant death if you stumble.
“I think it’s better to be careful this time.”
“Okay. Roughly, menstrual cramps are so severe that I can’t do the dance properly. Can I turn around?”
Kuck. The coffee that was going down my throat almost backed up.
“…Wouldn’t it be better to just say it hurts?”
“Mu-in doesn’t get sick very often. I’m like that, but what can I do? Externally, the organizers will come up with good excuses and send them out.”
Even if I thought it wasn’t something, there was a point when I heard it. If Midsummer abstained, there would probably be an uproar, but right now it wasn’t important to win the Musinje.
“Then let’s just abstain, let’s work together with me instead.”
“Yes? What happened?”
I organized my thoughts and began to explain carefully.
***
As Midsummer declared her withdrawal, Oscar advanced to the finals with a bye.
Numerous speculations have been exchanged, but it seems that the school has somehow dismissed them.
In fact, there was a feeling that it was naturally buried because this side was driving a bigger issue than the other side.
The mark of a warrior who wants to defeat the demon king. There were also a few exaggerated scenes, probably for the sake of box office success. It was to the point where I was dumbfounded after watching the teaser video for the semifinals. Besides, unlike me who lived in seclusion, Kim Yong actively ran outside as if he were enjoying such a reaction. If you think about it, every time you turn on the internet, you might see a picture of Kim Yong.
Whatever. Finally, the quarterfinals with Kim Yong began.
The end of the atheism was not far away.
Kim Yong came up to the non-stage under all kinds of colorful spotlights.
“Heh, don’t think it will be the same as before.”
Right before the start of the dance. Kim Yong shouted a line that could only be found in a cartoon.
“Usually those are called defeat flags, you know?”
“A defeat flag? What is it?”
Kim Yong opened his eyes and glared at me. The word ‘defeat’ was a very unpleasant expression.
“The kids who always lose say that before a match.”
“Are you kidding me!”
“No, I’m just letting you know.”
“I’m not going to smash the defeat flag or whatever. I got stronger. Be prepared, Kim Moo-gong.
I nodded with a puzzled expression. Kim Yong’s mouth twisted. It seems that you are full of confidence.
It was as I said. Kim Yong’s prayer was much more outstanding than before. Already he seemed to be knocking on the wall of transcendence. Above all, contrary to his arrogant attitude, there was no carelessness in his eyes.
‘You’ve grown up, Kim Yong.’
I felt proud. Maybe it was because of the second grade in middle school, but Kim Yong had a temper that could be called ‘Daehyeop’ in the future. He may simply be looking for people because he’s interested in it, but he’ll be able to pay for the food if he raises it anyway.
In the first place, if you have skills, it’s not just a second grader. I even thought for a moment that maybe I was demeaning him too much.
Looking again, his hands and feet shriveled. I’m using that excellent martial arts in a fancy place. Because his talent is so good, he has overcome others despite all his forms, but looking at it calmly, it is inefficient. The Kim family swordsmanship I knew was not like that. It was much more practical.
‘I can’t. I have to finish it quickly.’
I just have to make it clear once again.
This is all for you Kim Yong.
‘…Well.’
Of course, it wasn’t just because of that.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in the martial arts of the Kim family, which is said to be the best in the world, but his blood ties made it very exhausting.
Aww-!
As soon as the signal announcing the start was given, Kim Yong rushed in, throwing swords as if spewing thunderbolts. He had an impressive swordsmanship. If it was Seomun Yerin, it would have been a good match.
‘I don’t even need the Heavenly Demon Beast.’
I finished my judgment in an instant, and gathered only the energy of the Heavenly Demon Artifact in my hand. The preparations were completed in an instant thanks to the air power operation of Jeong Ki-shin and Samhwa-chwijeong.
Thud-
The heavy waves of the Heavenly Demon’s reign stretched out in a circle. As soon as it came within range, Kim Yong flinched at his body. The posture of extending his sword stiffened as it was. He boasted absolute power against opponents with a difference in status.
Kim’s face was full of bewilderment. Just like the first time I sparred with Kim Yong, I shot my intestines at his stomach.
“Kuaaaaa of course
Kim Yong, bent halfway, screamed and flew away. It felt a bit pitiful, but each person has a different way of growing. This style suited Kim Yong better.
“Keuugh, Kuweeek!”
Kim Yong staggered, spurting out blood.
I washed my hands without regret. The match is already over. Unlike before, when I was reckless, I adjusted it so elaborately that I had to lie down and recuperate for about a week. To a level where the aftereffects will not remain.
This time, Jangbaek Swordsman also ran directly and helped Kim Yong. After exchanging light eye contact with Changbaekgeom-kun, I turned around without regret. A quiet silence descended all around.
Unfortunately, the hero who had many expectations on his back did not win the demon king.
I leisurely glanced in the direction of Oscar.
Beyond Oscar’s nonchalant expression, I could feel the red blood.
It could just be because of my mood.
I was sure because it was the Heavenly Demon Artisan who was pioneering new grounds every day. I don’t know if it’s the Three Apostles or what it is, but the author is definitely from the Blood Religion side.
‘It’s a blood bridge.’
Suddenly, the deaths written in the file, which were just numbers, passed through my mind.
Someone just did it.
From now on, it’s the demon king’s time.
Devil. It was an expression that Kim Yong would have liked.
If it was limited to blood ties, I thought that would be the case.
