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Lannistar glared at me.
“What do you think, Master?”
“In Magokgol, there lived an old monster who was good at disguise. He freely went back and forth between being a twenty-year-old young man and an eighty-year-old old woman. He must be the greatest master of disguise of all time. But even the ‘energy’ didn’t change.”
“So that’s good, right?”
“The energy I feel is no different from that of a devil bastard. Hmm, it’s possible because you build up your strength like a immortal.”
I built up my strength by simply borrowing and accumulating the power of those around me, including Dalbi’s power, without any special mental techniques. Lanista has long said that it is the breath of a immortal. The inner energy accepted in this way is like clear water, easily changing and easily polluted.
I accepted the power of Ajivika’s relic. I have always felt that the power of holy relics is similar to that of the devil. In particular, the sacred relics of suffering stolen from the Hell Temple. Go’s holy relic, which maximized the power to see emotions, provided additional effects. When the holy relic of suffering is used to the extreme, the pupils become blood-red. In other words, it becomes identical to the evil eye. Here, if you release the ‘human’ energy through release magic and breathing, and only the power of the holy object remains, you will have the demonic energy that even Lanista recognizes as you do now.
There is no problem with the energy as it is enough to fool Lanista.
The next step was the appearance. In addition to red eyes, a ‘devilish’ appearance was also needed.
An appearance that causes discomfort, discomfort, or disgust in humans.
Unfortunately, I was far from that because I was too good-looking.
It’s not boastful. It is an objective point of view. I’m so handsome and tall. How dare anyone hate me? I decided to use Melissa’s transformation technique to have a devilish appearance.
“On the other side, the flow of time and space is different, so transformation techniques with time limitations are useless.”
I responded to Melissa’s refusal by brushing my hair.
“Then what do you do? “This handsome face?”
She knew a clever solution.
“Two, no, three shots will do.”
“huh?”
“Why not just rearrange the facial bones? “I will process it so clearly that you won’t be able to remember your old face.”
Melissa suggested very drastic plastic surgery. I knew witches weren’t good at telling jokes. She refused with a straight face and adamantly.
“I know there will be no cooperation the day you put a knife to my face.”
Unfortunately, the only thing that came out as a threat was ‘Yes, I won’t cooperate.’
Melissa said with an annoyed expression.
“Why do that when you can just put it back when you’re done? “Scars will remain, but they will heal in a few years.”
“It’s a mood issue. “It’s different from transformation magic!”
“Tsk, you annoying bastard.”
While smoothing her eyebrows, Melissa spoke in a low voice.
“Transformation magic is enough, right?”
“If it’s clean magic without any aftereffects.”
“There is a wizard hiding somewhere in the Grand Canyon. His name is ‘Zmu’, and nothing else is known. “Find him.”
“You’re not a plastic surgeon, are you?”
“Once your tongue gets started, it doesn’t know how to stop. Zmu, that guy… He is a special wizard. “If it’s his transformation magic, it can last long enough behind the scenes.”
This is Melissa’s way of complimenting.
Someone can do what she can’t do. It may have hurt one’s pride, but it also meant acknowledging the other person. It was rare for Melissa to praise others. Zmu-? He’s a wizard you’ve never heard of. Since he is a master of transformation magic recognized by Melissa, his performance must be certain.
“The problem is that he’s too shy.”
“What’s wrong with Shy Boy?”
Melissa frowned and swished her tail.
“You’re going too far, you guy.”
* * *
I searched the Grand Canyon in search of Zmu. Even if wyverns attacked in droves, which would have been scary a few years ago, or the attacks of various monsters that had become gigantic due to the influence of the Grand Canyon, it was no longer a problem. What raises doubts is whether people really live in villages in such extreme environments. According to Melissa, Zmu created his own village. Is he a village chief or something?
Surprisingly, not long after wandering around the Grand Canyon, I actually found traces of people. After discovering the woodcutter’s logging site, I followed the traces to Cheonan Tong. As we got closer to the village, there were more traces. Eventually, when I arrived at the plateau where several rivers flowed, I was able to encounter a fairly large village radiating warm heat. On the way here, I encountered countless monsters and crossed thorny mountains, canyons, and cliffs. Even though exchanges between the sub-continents had begun, the Grand Canyon was still forbidden to the world.
“I guess I should say it’s amazing.”
The village was ordinary.
That’s the problem.
Although it was located in a deep and rugged mountain that blocked access from the outside, it was as prosperous as an ordinary village.
“There is a high probability that he is crazy.”
Zmyu decided to create a village in a place like this. This is great skill, execution, and ability.
[Happy Village]
Jangseung erected at the entrance of the village.
It is a custom of a small kingdom in the West Continent.
There was an inscription engraved on the jangseung.
Happy village.
Contrary to the meaning of the text, it was somehow creepy.
Outsiders are not welcome in such a closed village.
However, as soon as I entered the village, the residents I met welcomed me warmly.
The woodcutters put down their loads and wave their hands. The children hid behind the fence and stole a glance at me. The young people approached and asked if they were tourists, asked where they were from, and then guided them to an ‘inn’ where they could stay and eat. This was the way a normal village would welcome guests. Their behavior was so ordinary that it gave me goosebumps.
“There is an inn in a place like this.”
“yes? Doesn’t everyone in town have an inn or two? haha! “Don’t be too dismissive just because it’s from the countryside!”
“Excuse me.”
I headed to the inn and looked around the village.
Like Kalbain Village, fur and meat seemed to be the main products.
Rugged environment.
A gift from nature.
Yes, if this village is like Kalbain Village, then there is nothing that cannot be understood.
It’s just that the snowy plains, which can be moved by horse-drawn carriage no matter how difficult it is, and the Grand Canyon, which is made up of cliffs and canyons, are different, and it bothers me that I couldn’t find any traces of ‘trade’ on the way here.
When we arrived at the inn, the owner greeted us warmly.
As expected, there were no guests at the inn.
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“Can I have a meal?”
“Yeah yeah. “The only thing I’m preparing right now is lamb stew and brown bread. Is that okay?”
“Give it to me like that…” “Is business going well?”
“Customers, how well can business be in a remote village like this? “The customer is the first customer.”
“In how many years?”
“Hehe, even a joke.”
After a while, the innkeeper’s daughter served the food.
He sets down a plate of stew and a bowl of brown bread and honey. The heat of the fire is warm. Every time the wind blew, the shadows shimmered. The girl’s hands were pale and white. The fat innkeeper stirs a jar of stew with her ladle. The inn with the low roof seemed to have been built a long time ago. I slowly reached out and grabbed the arm of the girl carrying her food.
“Ouch!”
A faint scream.
“Huh? hey! “What are you doing so obscenely with my daughter?”
The reaction was normal.
[Happy Village]
I remembered the words engraved on the jangseung at the entrance of the village.
Happy village.
“sorry. “It wasn’t intentional.”
I paid for the food and left the inn.
It was a prosperous village where hundreds of people lived peacefully.
Clothes scattered on the clothesline. Clear water flowing in the water supply. The pleasant smell of a bakery. Clean stone floor. Children playing and women chatting. The sound of a carpenter hammering while repairing a roof. A cat chasing a mouse.
After looking around the entire village, I stood in the square and closed my eyes.
It is a peaceful and quiet village.
And in this ‘happy town’.
There were only about ten real humans.
“puppetshow.”
The rest is all lies.
Hundreds of village residents all lied.
Even that tall bell tower is a lie, the smoke from the chimney is a lie, even the well-baked bread is a lie.
… Even those lovely children are lies.
If it were not for Cheonan Tong, it would not have been possible to distinguish between reality and lies.
In the illusion, I found the person who committed this bizarre act, Zmu.
It wasn’t difficult to find him.
As I was walking down the street, I stopped at the square.
A bard in the plaza who plays Bayella.
After loading a fairy tale into the Bayella case, I sat in front and waited for the performance to end.
It was a happy tune. A warm and beautiful melody like a spring flower.
But it was so sad that it made me cringe.
Although it had the opposite feeling from Lily’s performance, it was a worthy performance.
I felt intense curiosity.
“What is your purpose?”
I asked straight, without hiding my intention.
“Why did you create this town?”
The bard, with the fairy tale in his pocket, took off his blue-green feather hat.
The platinum-blonde hair covered by the hat and brighter-colored eyes looked directly at me.
“It was a dream.”
He turned his head.
“Look, that family. “You look happy, right?”
What he is looking at is the family in front of the bakery.
It was a young couple with a young daughter. Her daughter smiled happily and chose bread to eat, and her husband and his wife chatted with the baker as they put bread into bags. The bread baked well today. The bread with sausage I gave you last time was really delicious. Oh really? Larisa! Would you like some sausage bread? great! Dad mom!
“Is this what you think a happy family looks like?”
Typical.
like.
It’s like watching a play starring a happy family.
“It’s not my happiness.”
The bard answered.
“It’s their happiness.”
“In the end, it’s the happiness you made up, right?”
The bard sighed at my question.
“You seek the truth.”
The bard stood up and gestured, and Bayella disappeared like an illusion.
“Would you like to walk with me for a moment?”
I walked through the village with him.
As we passed by the bakery, we talked about ‘happy families’.
“That couple lost their daughter in the war. The couple, who ran a butcher shop, were fleeing the area when their young daughter was shot by an arrow and died. Dozens of arrows were lodged in her small and delicate body. As I found out later, it was the South Korean army, not the enemy army, that did it. “I was made an example of because I refused to supply supplies.”
The bard stopped and looked at the old couple who were enjoying the sunshine in front of the fountain.
“He is a survivor of the Great War. In the first year he lost his child, and in the second year he lost his wife. His wish is to grow old with his companion. “He couldn’t achieve even that little bit of happiness.”
There was a reason for every ‘lie’.
“The author lost his son. “I was eaten by the devil.”
“As an orphan, she did not know the concept of family. Fortunately, she seemed to have similar standards to me.”
Woof woof-!
Happy woman walking her big dog.
“Dogs in Salademlu live for 60 years. It was inevitable that she chose her dog over her family. Her only fault is that she realized what a being was always by her side who gave her happiness.”
From him, I felt a firm will that was full of faith and that others could never shake.
I hesitated to speak. This is because I did not intend to discuss what is right and wrong. Still, I was so curious that I couldn’t resist asking questions.
“They live a lie… All of this is ‘illusion’, isn’t it? “Do they know too?”
“They are the ones who asked for happiness first. Children and parents, companions and family. The sorrow of loss. Sadly, even if it was a lie, they couldn’t hold on if they couldn’t find happiness. So I made it for him.”
he said with a smile.
“For happiness.”
When I arrived at the inn, I had lunch with him.
Delicious food, this is not a lie.
but.
“Don’t be scared. “Honey, I’m not a bad person.”
The innkeeper’s daughter hesitated, looked at me, and brought me food.
After she had gone, the bard spoke in a low voice.
“The innkeeper’s daughter was killed by thieves. Truly, she had a miserable death. “She has become afraid of men, but that won’t be a problem in this town.”
A daughter talking to her mother while covering her face with a tray.
To me, it just looked like a creaking wooden doll.
A doll with cold, hard hands.
The innkeeper treated the doll warmly.
As if she were really my daughter.
“I am afraid of loss. A hole in the heart fills with time, but sometimes the pain of loss is too great for some people to fill the void. How is it? Are you someone who can easily fill the void?”
I shrugged.
“sorry. As a former pessimist, I honestly find this kind of shit. “I have to disagree with you.”
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