Chapter 217 – Chapter 217. Contract Carefully. Meticulously.
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The scythe in front of her eyes is Athena’s most precious treasure and her secret treasure hidden deep inside.
Nike is a weapon with an ego and has the title of a goddess of victory.
She leads her own master to her victory.
Her master, Athena, led all the wars to victory with the help of Nike.
Everyone praised her as her undisputed goddess.
Fearing that without her, Athena betrayed and imprisoned Nike.
To keep her from leaving him, he cut off her wings and built her a cage where no one would find her.
Athena’s most devoted servant, Bia dutifully carries out her lord’s orders from her own sanctuary.
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Nike.
It’s not a very famous god, but it’s a familiar name.
So, is this her prison where she is imprisoned?
She lifted her head and looked around her room.
I looked just in case, but I couldn’t see anything other than the scythe and the chain surrounding it, let alone pretending to be there.
Then that scythe itself is really the goddess of victory…
At first, he hurriedly entered the prison.
A black scythe imprisoned in chains that still emits burning heat.
Even if you approach it, there is still no special reaction, and it just emits heat and cold periodically.
“…And.”
As I approached, the sight of the scythe caught my eye and exclamation naturally came out.
Smooth handle with not a single flaw visible through the chain.
It creates beauty by itself without any patterns or decorations.
It looks like jewelry or artwork made of obsidian.
Whenever it receives light, the handle gently reflects the light.
Looking at the pitch-black handle and the elegant appearance of the blade, as if it would disappear somewhere in the darkness of the night, I naturally understood Athena’s greed.
A scythe that is beautiful to look at is a divine talisman that leads to victory.
The approaching steps became hasty.
“Under…”
I didn’t know it when I was far away, but when I got closer, I saw that it was a scythe as tall as me.
It looks like the prototype of the Death Side carried by the Shinigami.
There is no finishing treatment between the blade and the elongated handle, as if the entire scythe was refurbished.
At the same time, the blade and handle were cast with other materials, while the handle part reflected the light softly.
The blade part emits a quiet chill and is so black that the blade cannot be seen in a dark room.
As she places her foot on her altar, for the first time ever, her scythe moves and there is a clanking sound all over her room.
At the same time, the chains are tightened and the scythe swings back and forth.
“Hi.”
Words that came out of nowhere.
At my greeting, the scythe begins to wriggle greatly.
Saaaaa-
Based on the handle, one side is short and the other side is long, and the protruding crescent blade exudes anticipation.
I don’t know what material it’s made of, but the blade is so black that it’s black as if it absorbs light, and if you put your hand there, it’s like a black hole – it’s like your hand will be sucked into the darkness.
On such a day, the gray rough text in the center.
Athena.
As soon as she saw that, a laugh came out of her mouth.
“It tastes bad.”
The crooked handwriting was painstakingly engraved to the extent that it could be considered graffiti.
A crooked smile escaped from her mouth the moment the lowly possessive desire contained in it entered her eyes.
Standing right in front of the scythe, dozens of layers of chains wrapped around the handle caught my eye.
Red-hot chains emitting heat like mad.
Chains connected to dozens of pillars and common walls pull the scythe as if not to be taken away from me.
She looked at the chain and flicked her hand.
Shririk-
An anti-materiel sniper rifle that can be held in hand at the same time as thinking.
After removing Hye-joo’s older sister’s, Park grabbed a 2m-long sniper rifle and took a stance.
Kirik-
Bang-
Kirik-
Bang-
Kirik-
Bang-!
Every time I aim at the wall and fire, my body shakes greatly with the recoil and the shells come out one by one.
Every time that happens, the wall explodes and the chains break one after another.
Every time a bullet ricocheted, the earth shook.
I didn’t care and pulled the trigger again.
Kirik-
Bang-!
If you fire a shot at a wall, dozens of chains attached to it will fly in the air.
Ignoring the approaching heat and cold, I cut all the chains connected to the wall.
Cheerreuk-
The chains soon lose their strength and begin to fall from the scythe.
The handcuffs that wrapped around her come off, revealing her true self as Nike.
A black scythe that floats in the air without a chain.
The light that streamed in from the ceiling made the handle sparkle elegantly.
Knock-!
He grabbed the scythe without hesitation.
Damn-!
At that moment, the hand holding her scythe is frosted and frozen.
At the same time, a strong, cool wind blew through the scythe and made my hair flutter wildly.
-Yes-
A dull voice, as if you had just woken up, flooded into your head.
At that moment, I understood what it meant when Athena cut off her wings.
Crazy.
She killed her ego at all so that she couldn’t escape.
Very rational and logical.
When I saw the true face of the goddess of reason and wisdom, I could understand why Nike called her treasure and shame at the same time.
Damn-!
A still chilly wind blows from her scythe.
I smiled nonchalantly as I watched her frozen from her hands to her forearms.
“Hi?”
-…Hi.
Greetings in a dull voice full of sleepiness.
With the twinkle of her eyes she asks me of her.
– Who are you?
“Isia.”
-Do you want to sign a contract with me?
Whirik-
In that moment, the view changes.
She moved to the white room as she held the scythe.
“Ah- not yet!”
A clear voice from somewhere.
The moment she opened her eyes, a light flashed and she covered her eyes with her hand.
“What is it all of a sudden?”
After a while, I open my eyes and see a girl staring blankly at me from afar.
On her back spread wings full of black soft feathers.
He sits down and looks at me with a blank expression and blank eyes.
Just as the word “Fallen angel” Suits me, Nike asks me.
“You will be my master. Isiah?”
As I approach her, her Nike still looks up at me with an expressionless expression.
After her brief silent eye contact, she opens her mouth.
“I am Nike. Isia.”
“Nice to meet you. Nike.”
“I’m just saying hello.”
Why don’t you sign a contract?
Staring at me, she asked and shrugged her shoulders at her.
“Does mutual trust build up when your predecessor treats you like a dog?”
“Haha-! What is it.”
At that moment, for the first time, she smiles.
Looking at her like that, her words came out involuntarily.
“You’re much better because you laugh.”
Until then, he was like a dead doll, but now he’s like an expressionless person.
“Okay?”
“Ok.”
“Then do you want to sign a contract with me?”
“To be honest. Actually, I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
“Why?”
“Who are you here to rescue?”
“…Could it be a woman?”
“Huh.”
Her eyes light up sharply as she answers without hesitation.
“Aren’t you here to rescue me?”
“Haha…”
Gently frowning, she stares at me, more precisely at my neck.
What’s on your neck?
She asks, raising one eyebrow.
“You have a lot of girls…”
“…Could that be the reason for the disqualification?”
“…A degree of deduction?”
After thinking for a while, she asked me again.
“Is he a weapon too?”
“No.”
“Okay?”
Staring at me, she sniffs her nose and puts her finger out.
“Never use any other weapon besides me. Those are the terms of the contract.”
“Okay.”
Is it weapon-only jealousy?
Ego Weapons don’t change their owners well once they’ve been chosen.
It seems that she has been told that she is usually attached to her owner, considering her a lifelong companion.
I don’t think Nike is that type, but he must have his own rules.
“I won’t use any other weapon besides you.”
“…Okay.”
Then I’m the only one by your side every day…
…Not bad.
She clenched her fists and muttered something softly before standing up from her seat.
A small height that looks a little less than 160 on my chest.
As if I don’t like the view, Nike flaps her wings and climbs on top of me.
A crumpled old contract that came out of the chest pocket.
When Nike carefully unfolds it, the letters float in the air and create a new text.
Waiting for her letters to settle down, she summons her pen and hands it to me.
“It’s a contract in thousands of years. Sia. You can be proud of it.”
“Are you going to sign a contract with me?”
“Huh.”
“I am surprised.”
“…Because I liked you.”
As she holds the pen she hands her, she holds out her contract.
I was going to sign autographs with a smile.
…Fuck.
Seeing me stop holding her pen, she asks with a slightly puzzled look.
“Why, why don’t you sign?”
“I can’t read.”
It’s greek It’s a dog…
When I look at Nike with a puzzled expression, he avoids my gaze for the first time.
“Just do it. Trust me Sia. The relationship of trust between the contractor and the weapon starts here.”
“…If you buy a contract, you will fall behind.”
Crunchy square-
The sound of a pen scratching parchment.
After I finished signing, she quickly took it away and read the contract.
He covers his mouth and smiles.
A face full of vitality unlike before.
No, from each gesture, the stiff figure like a doll disappears everywhere, and an angel with a lively impression can be seen in it.
…Was it?
Watching me like that, Nike puts the contract back into her bosom, and her obsidian-black eyes shine.
“I know that? Isiah?”
“What?”
“I haven’t signed a contract with Athena yet, no, with anyone.”
There will be no one after you.
…Just take care of the rice.
…Rice? Suddenly?
Shrik-
At that moment, I returned to the cavity again.
Cold still emanates from the scythe, and now up to the shoulders are frozen.
I followed my intuition and grabbed the scythe even tighter.
Whoaaah–!
At that moment, warmth spreads from the handle of his scythe, and the ice on his arm shatters.
Soon, the whole scythe sways like a wave around the part I grabbed.
At the same time, the blade is dyed so black that you cannot even see it, the graffiti on the blade disappears, and the smooth blade is forged again.
At that moment, the thought of success made me laugh out loud.
Contrary to what it looks like, the weight of the sickle is so light that you don’t even know you’re holding it.
Whirik Whirik-
After turning the scythe lightly in his hand a few times, he gripped the handle tightly and swung it wide.
Wedge–!
A sharp sword that is pulled out in an instant.
…Suddenly-
After a while, the wall of the cavity is cut as it is.
Even if it was simply swung without any skill, it had formidable destructive power.
This time, as I swing it slowly, the heavy sound of cutting through the air fills the cavity.
As I admire the light yet heavy taste, I hear Nike’s voice.
-Master.
“Huh. Nike.”
-Via is at the top. Maybe.
“Okay.”
Whirik – Whirik –
I turned the scythe lightly and looked at the ceiling.
Squeak-
An arm swinging wide towards that place.
In an instant, the sight splits along the trajectory of the scythe, and soon the ceiling splits into two with a jing-sound.
The bright sun shining through them.
Jump-! At the top of the cracked joint, an ugly bastard or bitch looks at me with his mouth wide open.
– It’s dazzling.
Nike sees the sun and grumbles, squinting his eyes.
The sun rising in the middle of the sky shines on us.
Nike receives the light and shines dazzlingly.
“It’s pretty. Nike.”
-…Huh. The owner is nice too.
“Haha.”
The bitch who checked me far up saw the scythe in my hand and her face turned red.
She proudly raised her arm towards her bitch and pointed her scythe at her.
“Is that him?”
-Huh. Bea, I hate it.
“I know.”
Whispered as he looked up at the sky under the sunlight that was beating down on Nike’s prison.
“Let’s go out for a real outing. Nike.”
-…Huh. Master.
Wherever the master who saved me for the first time in thousands of years goes.
Without hearing Nike’s last words, which he muttered in a whisper, he flew towards Via.
