Chapter 579 – #119_comedy
#579
One.
The pain of a sharp spear cutting through the abdomen.
Dorothy, who was slowly collapsing before the dull pain turned into sharpness, belatedly realized his trick.
If there is a solid castle that cannot be broken down, attack the ground, not the castle.
It is a tactic that anyone can try if they understand the principles and conditions of Advent.
However, unless that castle was built on soft ground.
What about a fortress built on solid granite?
Dorothy’s magic was a solid fortress, and the chapel that supported it possessed a defense that could not be compared to anything like granite.
To the extent that his full-powered javelin, even if its power had been reduced, only inflicted minor scratches.
But in any case, the red branch can be used to injure even the hardest foundation.
He started parfait from there.
Shin Si-woo persistently dealt with Dorothy in close combat.
He accepted Dorothy’s sword from the front, not going over as if he would fall over if he pushed a little further.
Dorothy obviously thought she was only going straight forward, but he took a step back, guiding her to draw a large semicircle.
Then why did you do that?
The moment he hits the regime with a spear driven into the ground.
Just before the floor breaks and a storm of distortion explodes from within.
Dorothy saw.
Traces of him scratching the floor while struggling to hit the strong ball.
He used that power to cut his scars on the floor even as he slashed the sword with absolute force.
Several of those wounds, which Dorothy concluded were foolish attempts, were shining in response to Siwoo’s magical power.
Surprisingly, the action of scratching the floor was to draw a magic circle.
It’s only natural that you don’t notice.
Even if it’s an abbreviated magic circle, to create a circuit by scratching the floor in the middle of such an intense battle.
It goes far beyond common sense and is at the level of acrobatics.
He was clever even as Dorothy, who hadn’t noticed anything, fell into the trap step by step.
Dorothy is also a first-class witch.
Even if he didn’t pay much attention to the floor, he would have noticed if it was a clearly visible magic circle.
That’s why Siwoo hid his big picture by leaving a pile of meaningless strokes so that his magic formula would not be revealed.
He showed a consistent struggle and made Dorothy doubt his superiority.
Hiding the plan until the end of the day and pretending to be disadvantageous, he overturned one game.
If he had done the same thing with his spear driven into the bare ground, the extent of the destruction would not have been so wide.
It would have only made the crack a little bigger, and it would have kept Dorothy from falling.
Dorothy thought he was chiseling out the granite, but in reality he was digging a deep hole into which the explosives were to be poured.
However, he finished preparing the magic formula step by step, and the magic belonged to Nukelaby.
The distortion field superimposed through transverse waves destroyed the ground even more efficiently.
The distortion field, which could no longer penetrate the ground, soared upwards as if it had screamed at an inverted bell.
Alas, really.
I can’t help but applaud the admiration.
Before long, Dorothy’s consciousness is dyed in gloomy darkness.
2.
It was a familiar voice that caught the end of the consciousness that had been sucked into darkness.
“Poke it.”
The dark, the iron chair, the witch, Dorothy, the chubby mouse, the musty smell, the gas lamp, the chains, the teacher.
It is a fragment of an old dream that stopped dreaming at some point.
Really.
I didn’t want to see a kaleidoscope like this in the end.
Dorothy was handed the long sword given to her by her master.
The moisture peculiar to the basement is added to the rapid breathing due to tension.
The leather-wrapped dagger handle was slippery with sweat.
In front of my eyes is a witch captured by my master.
“Come on, stab me.”
A friendly voice urging and a hand pushing on the back.
The gagged witch wriggled little by little, her eyes lifted so that all the whites of her eyes could be seen.
After being used for his master’s experiment, he sadly did not even have the energy to seek mercy.
Dorothy looked back and forth between the sword, the witch, and the benevolent master’s face.
However, it soon approaches with frequent steps.
I held the dagger with all my might so that it wouldn’t slip through sweat, and stabbed it at once in the area my master had taught me.
The well-kept blade slipped between ribs precisely and pierced the heart.
As I twisted it to finish, I could feel my bones scraping against the steel blade.
The witch’s eyes went behind her.
Her whole body trembled vigorously.
Her toes and fingers curled up in disarray.
“Yes, you are good at it.”
The darkness, the iron chair, the witch, Dorothy, the musty smell, the gas lamp, the chains, the master, the dagger, the smell of blood, the smell of blood, the smell of blood.
First murder.
It was when Dorothy was still an apprentice witch, and she was eight years old, when a kind word from her master was more important than her discernment of good and evil.
Merit does not easily make an apprentice witch.
This is because the data obtained by stealing the stigma of other witches suspends the ‘wall’ that cannot be overcome alone.
However, a bigger reason is that the act of making an apprentice witch for a public enemy and inheriting her stigma is very risky.
A harsh world awaits the apprentice witch who has just inherited the stigma and has become a public figure.
Let alone a safe fence, the achievements of the same situation cannot be trusted.
If you don’t do it, you can make all the research results that have been accumulated over generations.
So the master taught Dorothy to fight and, above all, to teach her attitude.
The mindset of being able to kill anyone, at any time, if it becomes an enemy.
In other words, Dorothy’s first murder was an early education by her ancestors.
She didn’t feel guilty at the time.
Sometimes, the physiologically repulsive witch only appeared in her dreams.
Since then, Dorothy has killed quite a few humans.
As the master ordered, it was a necessary action.
There were times when she had fought a witch properly ‘groomed’ by her master, and once she had fought for her life with an apprentice witch like her.
On some occasions, she even brought traitors from the business at the time or death row inmates and entrusted them with execution.
By the time that number easily exceeded two or three times Dorothy’s age.
“Don’t trust anyone, and if they appear as enemies, kill them without mercy. As long as your heart doesn’t break, Sahaquiel is the strongest.”
At the end of the top 3 words of ‘the world’s most unpretentious will’, the teacher satisfactorily closed his eyes.
Afterwards, Dorothy took a knife and hacked up your corpse as written in her master’s will.
It’s not that I don’t know the teacher’s intentions, but I think it was a distorted affection and education from end to end.
If you had the mindset to dismember the corpse of your teacher, who was no different than your parent, you must have thought that it was cruel enough to make you feel safe.
I’m still confused about whether I should feel sorry for my teacher or proud of him….
At that time, Dorothy, without hesitation, swung his sword and finished the troublesome task.
The body, whose life activities had stopped, was no different from the chunks of meat that were served on the table every day.
After receiving the succession, it was a series of struggles for a while for three years.
It is because all sorts of uninvited guests came to Dorothy after obtaining information that the Witch of Guido had just ended the succession.
Two outcasts, one hunter from Gehenna, two of the same feat.
What they were expecting was an ignorant, bluish young feat, but Dorothy deftly betrayed their expectations.
Due to her ancestral arrangements, Dorothy was not afraid to wield her magic.
He took the lives of others, but he did not feel any reason to judge good or evil, so there was no hesitation in his hands.
Just as he slashes flying insects with the back of his hand, he just cleans out all the obstructions.
“Dorothy, are you okay? Was it very difficult?”
By the time her newly-inherited Dorothy is slowly becoming the object of her fear, she is not looked down upon.
The witch who came last was her mother’s friend and exploit.
She hugged her affectionately and comforted her from the pain she had been through.
“What? Am I not hurt at all?”
Why should I be comforted?
Why should I receive sympathetic eyes?
Dorothy didn’t know.
Humans are social animals.
Witches are also fundamentally human.
Dorothy was hard to find humanity because she was worn out and worn out without mercy.
Instinctively, I followed that warmth.
Only because her arms were warm did Dorothy follow her in silence.
It was because just being with him made him feel the strange sense of security he felt when he was with his master.
In a way, wounds that do not feel pain because they do not have pain points are also wounds.
Dorothy must have been exhausted without even knowing that she was tired.
It was only a few months later that I realized that it was all a façade and a pretense, and that it was nothing more than a preliminary effort to claim Sahaquiel’s stigma.
At that time, she was 17th in rank, two ranks below Dorothy, and tried to take Dorothy’s life while she was asleep.
Perhaps if he had waited prudently for a month or so, Dorothy would have been taken unprepared, but, fortunately or unfortunately, she remained vigilant even then.
“I was wrong! Only once…. Think of your ancestors and look at me just once.”
Even as she hit her head and watched her weep, she thought it was a shameless request.
Contrary to such thoughts, Dorothy stopped her sword in front of her begging for her life for the first time in her life.
I felt her throbbing chest pain.
Transparent tears flowed down the corners of her dazed eyes.
A sense of betrayal.
This feeling must be betrayal.
“Go away.”
Dorothy turned her back.
Funny enough, she took her last shot and tried to stab Dorothy in her back.
The witch, who rejected her mercy and pursued her mean desire until the end, met a pitiful death worthy of it.
Dorothy looked down at her mangled witch’s corpse in her daze.
Is this death
She murmured as she pressed her thumping chest with her bloodstained hands.
Also, is this life?
After that day, Dorothy let go of her last weakness.
A smile was always imprinted on her expressionless face.
The world around you, the world.
The life, the life that wanders around with its mouth open in it.
It felt like a very funny comedy.
