Chapter 1446: 1446 City of Pleasure, Part 281 - Quiet Anger (9) -

"... you look dead."

"Sounds like it."

Fondaine and the sword wind were secretly talking to each other with the walls behind their backs in the dark no one had seen. They can share experiences and memories when they disappear or meet certain conditions, but otherwise they need to meet and talk in person. Now Rosanna, who imitated Aquino, Skinnis, and Lilliam, felt and gathered together that she had vanished.

"It was that kid again who did it. It makes me angry."

"You should no longer think of me as a child. That's the kid who keeps me from attacking."

"The people I hit got hit, too. Still, you think I'm out of your offense?

"I'm not out of sight, I'm good at the ability to read extremely small killings accurately. In addition, the rate of reaction that deviated from that normal orbit. If I could strike him by surprise, it wouldn't be anything but magic."

"But as long as you can react, you mean you can disable magic in Marveysblood. Shit, if that idiot hadn't even given you the extra weapons, you could have done as much as you wanted."

"It's not like I still can't do it. But now it's not a good idea to tease. I've used every handkerchief I could but us."

"So you're giving up retaliation?

"I didn't say that. There must be retaliation somewhere. But not now, it's a different priority. We should try not to meet more than that. Are you in touch with any other individuals?

"Yeah, they're all gathering at her, except us. There, you won't encounter it now."

"Then kid - did you say layer or something? You should unify your will when it comes to his response. We should all do it when we do it. We can't be shredded any more. The layers won't be intentional, but we can no longer regenerate after Rosanna's death."

"Well... should I contact your father?

Fundaine was listening with a strange face. But the wind of the sword answered quietly.

"Anyway, Father knows everything. But the fact that we haven't heard anything from you is still in our hands. But when your father moves..."

"So we're used up. I can't. I don't want to be branded."

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"It once did. Some couldn't. Repeating thoughts and errors, we are the best individuals in history today. That won't happen."

"Yet you were hit by that boy. I don't think he's just a human being. I wonder who he is."

"It means that mutations also arise in humans. Characteristics and so on. I feel like I'm focusing on this era. The question is, what are the properties?"

"He seemed to be absorbing the nature of the opponent he defeated."

"It's pretty nasty, suppose. You have to turn it off before it gets too strong."

"Shall we keep an eye on him?

"But who are you going to put on? The half-breed will notice, and now..."

The Sword Wind and Fundaine discussions took place quietly to melt in the darkness.

After Alphilis had left for some time, Levere was walking alone in the tarram. Though the threat has diminished, this city remains unchanged and obscene. Despite all that noise, the number of dewstores is no longer returning, rather the mercenaries head north only when they make money because of Romansland's war. For this there are many who make Tarram their path, rather Tarram is more lively. Not to miss this time, the merchants raise their voices, and the prostitutes dress and seduce the men. In the back streets, suspicious objects are exchanged, collapsed buildings and the like are just demolished and reborn into new buildings, and if you stop climbing people's mouths, it will be forgotten exactly 75 days or so. The essence of this city, unchanged for hundreds of years, was both successful and loving.

Levere was visiting a small house with wine and a little excited confectionery in his hand. It is not easy to set up a house throughout the town of Tarram, and that is the majority of collective housing outside of luxury residential districts and merchants. There is only one small house that has been built on top of such a gathering of merchants. It was because of witchcraft that the house, which is obviously floating, is not noticed.

Levere knocks on the front door three times, once, twice. There were signs that the junction would then be temporarily lifted, and a voice was heard from within.

"Go ahead."

"Excuse me."

And it came to pass, when Levere went in, that there were so many plants therein that they could be seen as forests, and a small fountain, and a beast of warfare. The breadth is also obviously larger compared to the exterior. Are you expanding with magic, or are you twisting and bending the space itself and inviting it elsewhere? Today even the birds were flying, and one ecosystem itself was unfolding inside the house.

I get a sigh of admiration no matter how many times I visit. As a magician, he was in the workshop of Earthgal, the owner of power equal to ideals and the head of the mentor.

Continued

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