Chapter 309
layer by layer.
(3) "......." I looked at my son for a while.
Silence passed.
Uburka's fangs, which he brushes daily with an auror, were pure white.
The evening sunset stood between his son's teeth.
“Uburka.”
I said.
There was already silence before, so my voice continued without interruption.
“If I send you, you are going to be the messenger who invites you to surrender.
Do you know what that means?”
Uburka smiled a little.
"know.
He knows everything his father knows and worries about.
Even so, I also know that my father has no choice but to grant my request.
Send it.”
“I am.
There will be no other filial piety like you...
.”
“Ugor.
Can such a modifier be attached to the word filial piety?”
“What can’t you do? Break the mold of common sense, son.
Language is what we make of it.”
Our rich man's words were passing leisurely in the evening sun.
“… … for a moment.
You.
What the hell are you talking about?”
[Assistant Author] said.
Hearing our conversation next to him, he seemed to have lost his absurdity.
“Yeah, the language we make is right.
Being captivated by the ghost of language and missing its essence is a trap that as a writer you must absolutely avoid.
So if my words are against the grammar, it's not that I'm wrong.
Grammar didn't catch up with me.”
“Thank you for agreeing, Assistant Writer.
I am right.”
“But throw it away and feed them assholes.
Are you going to send a messenger over there? Uh, so your… … ." "The son.
Uger." “…Yes.
I won’t ask how you happened to have an ogre-like son as your son.
I’m careful not to step into complicated family affairs, but it looks like it’s tangled like an electric cord behind the computer body.
If I tell you… you’re going to send your son to the middle of the enemy camp?”
"Yes." "Dangerous!" [Assistant Artist] furrowed his eyebrows.
For some reason, the glasses were also frowned upon.
"no.
Can't you see the situation now? Over there, the 1st Headquarters of the Tower is calling for a decisive battle.
In such a situation, the enemy's son came as a hostage? So they're like, 'Oh, come and sit here, get a cup of tea, if you've got it, then go and be careful of the stairs when you go'? Or are you going to try to imprison me, saying, 'I have taken hostage the son of the evil death lord'?”
The parable of Hamustra's apostle-like.
Anyway, the other apostle-level hunters of the Anti-Maman also objected.
“The assistant writer is right.
… No, I don't know if it's true or not, because I don't know what a prison sentence is, but it's annoying, so let's just say it's right.
The important thing is that we already gave it a chance.”
“I gave it to the point where I thought it was serious! And yet, they are the ones who insist on not surrendering! king.
Your mercy has been trampled underfoot by them.
Give me an order to attack right now.
May the warriors of Mahos take the lead and sweep the spire away.”
“… … Annihilating all spiders is an exaggeration.
One spire or so, wouldn't it be appropriate as a scapegoat?" [Berserker], [Eternal Plains Warhorse] Apostle, [Incarnation of Love and Lust] Apostle.
They each put forth different words and different causes, but their intentions were as clear as fire.
They wanted slaughter.
"......." That's why it's difficult.
[I had no choice but to tolerate the massacre.] [The parties wanted it, but I had to grant it.] 'It's like betraying the 5th guild leaders who recognized me as a leader.' I promised my close friends a new era.
They are still protecting our stronghold and working for the safety and livelihood of ordinary citizens.
That is why they are not here now, but in fact, they exist by my side with a presence as obvious as the spirit behind them.
“……”
All of the commanders around me were looking at me.
In the end, it was me who had the decision-making power here.
I glanced up at the sky.
“Is it dinner now?”
There were frequent dark clouds in the sky on the 50th floor.
The setting sun was bleeding from a very slightly empty crevice.
Probably, it will be black after a while.
A long night is coming.
“Until the dawn rises and illuminates the city.”
I looked at the tower.
“That is the time allowed for them.”
And I looked at Uburka.
“So that is the deadline allowed for [you].”
Therefore, I did not add that it was a deadline allowed for [me], and therefore a deadline allowed for [us].
I did not even say that it meant that I would bear the consequences of all the negotiations you would make in my absence, or the consequences of the collapse of the negotiations.
Nevertheless, if I let you go, it is because I trust you that much, and if you fail, I do not need to say that I will bear the responsibility for that failure.
It wasn't because all the Apostles of the Anti-Ma-Maeng were overhearing our conversation.
It wasn't because the first branch of Matthew Tower was somehow listening to this conversation.
Because Uburka has already said it.
I know everything I know, everything I care about.
Even so, he already knew that I would have no choice but to grant his request.
Yes.
will know There was no need to add verbatim things we all know.
I just said "son." He shook his head and spoke again.
“The Commander-in-Chief.”
Uburka shook her head.
I tapped that hard, broad forehead with the back of my hand.
“Do what you can do, what you must do, and do what you want to do.”
“Follow the orders of the householder.”
The warrior of the Four Kings answered.
6.
“One night.”
I said to the apostles.
“Until dawn.
until dawn.
Anything is fine.”
“……”
“I know you have waited a thousand years already.
So I know how reckless it is to ask you to wait a little longer." And I bowed my head.
Deep.
My forehead touched the ground.
"Nevertheless, everyone.
Can you do my favor?" “Oh, no.”
The apostles were bewildered: "Wait, the lord, until you bow your head..." "That's right! If it's not you, we'll have the Ungamsaengsim Ma Tower..." There were those who spoke out loud, there were those who kept their mouths shut.
Of course, there were those who couldn't hold their simmering breath.
"Ummm." "Ummm." The apostles, who had gathered their opinions, opened their mouths one by one: “Okay, if only for one night.”
“The millennium of the Millennium Horse Tower will only last a little longer...
"Not just one night, but a thousand nights, no, even if I were given one more night, those first tower motherfuckers wouldn't be overturned." great.
"thank you." consent was obtained I got up and looked around Uburka.
“What are you doing? Don’t come in.”
“When the sky brightens, I will personally stand in the vanguard and tear the last cobweb of the tower.
I'm going to try to persuade you even for a second." "Jonmyeong." Uburka bowed her head deeply, and, without giving any room for stopping, Uburka ran.
Yes, it ran, if it was considered 'run' even when it jumped hundreds of meters in one step.
Dozens of barriers and hundreds of magic-protected gates were torn apart.
Immediately from the top of the spire, a vigilant alarm sounded.
In fact, even before the alarm, screams could be heard from inside the spire.
-What, what!? Who are you? What happened!? -I am Uburka! -The son? .If a weak person asks for a conversation, you won't listen.
I know.
I know everything.
So first, prove my power! -You know what you know?! Hey, hey! Wait! Now, wait! ….-Request for support! Request for support! Our allies are being burned to the ground…! Kuung.
After someone's scream, the iron gate of the spire is closed again.
It seems that a spare door has been prepared in case it breaks through.
The preparation is thorough.
Who in the universe is going to prepare an existence called Uburka? "......." "......." The apostles of this camp were engulfed in silence.
." [Assistant Writer] barely opened his mouth.
“It’s a very unique envoy to encourage surrender… ?”
“It’s not wrong.
If you don’t have the strength, you won’t even listen to a conversation.”
“Once you know that you are that person’s father and that that person is your son, it makes perfect sense.
My heart is just like bungeoppang.”
“Although I have a much better-looking mind.”
"Yes?" "Yes?" night has come It was still an obsidian spire.
Darkness added to the pitch black, and the tower became so quiet that it felt like it was really there.
Just, it was quiet.
As if it was a lie that Uburka's first appearance was a mess.
There were no voices or footsteps.
"......." Time passed.
I sat cross-legged on the ground and meditated.
The pharmacist scolded me not to depend too much on Aurors, but now was the time to accumulate Aurors through fortune-telling.
No one touched me while I was alone in meditation.
Ordinary believers were terrified of the formidable inaction I showed ten days ago.
The apostles cared for me and left me alone.
Because now I am the father who sent his son to the dead land.
“Aren’t you worried?”
Only the 'ashen spider', who did not feel the need to be considerate of me, spoke to me.
She approached with crutches.
Ouch, uh, ouch, he sat down next to me.
"Damn it.
It’s crazy to think I’m going to live like this for a while.”
“Isn’t the magic power already restored?”
“The recovery is taking place.
But you think the healer you brought in will die if you use magic again.
under! One touch of my hand will kill you.
I don't know how many guys squeak at me like that." The gray spider grumbled.
“Isn’t it possible that everyone in your world isn’t cheap? How come all...
.”
“But why?”
"Yes? what." “I heard that you can die if you use magic.
Why are you preparing to use magic?”
The gray spider sighed.
In the distance, three hundred torches lit the camp flickered.
But the gray spider's eyes did not turn to it.
I just look at the first horse tower standing still.
“It will be written soon.”
“Didn’t you say that you were satisfied with the defeat as a party to the duel?”
“I understand.
But you can't just watch them die." The gray spider said hollowly.
“What should I do? We have no choice but to die together.”
“I have loyalty.”
I slowly circulated the aurora throughout my body.
“Is it Charmu? The one who escaped from the tower with me.
I thought that there was no such thing as he showed a change of attitude that would work even if he went out of the League of Legends from the 2nd to the 5th divisions from the 2nd to the 5th divisions.”
“What is League of Legends?”
“I have a classic game.
And don't turn around." “Isn’t there something a little special about everyone?”
The gray spider's voice was still hollow.
Then, with a glance, he looked at the three hundred torches and the army of apostles surrounding the first horse tower.
“Of course, there are more people who are not special at all.”
“So, boy.
Don't decline in advance.
[If you know who is important to you, why did you do that to them?] What kind of bullshit.
If you want to indulge in a sense of moral superiority, you can do whatever you want, and if you're going to do it, do it to those bastards too." The gray spider sighed.
That sigh was as deep and thick as poison.
“Isn’t it funny? [I condemn Mato.] [I commemorate those who died under Mato's oppression.] [Therefore, we are innocent victims...
.] Oh my gosh.
Aren't you absolutely crazy assholes?" And, it was as hot as sticking.
“Come to the 50th floor and only think about what happened to them.
I don't care what they've been up to downstairs or downstairs.
No, I definitely don't remember.
Even if there are a few people who remember me, at least [it wasn't my intention] or [I was against it in my heart], they'll all be rationalizing themselves.
Garbage bastards.”
The gray spider spoke quieter than the blazing fire.
“On the subject of false gods.”
I didn't answer.
The gray spider took a deep breath and then exhaled.
“Anyway, you bastards… .
Justice, great cause, remembrance, etc.
They say big things, but they are just rationalizing their feelings from beginning to end.
After all, that's the basic principle of the cult, isn't that the doctrine that goes back and forth depending on the circumstances of that day?" The night air was no longer cold.
It was a sweltering night, heated by the fury of the apostles' army, and lined with the hatred shed by the gray spider.
The gray spider ended his speech with malice and contempt.
“So, my lord.
The first tower, my sisters who set foot on the 50th floor around the same time as me.
You can never surrender.
The false gods lie flat in front of them with their chests stretched out in triumph? … better to die Won't you?" I said.
“So I will fight you.”
“Is that going to happen? As a result, they will probably all die.
Or worse.”
Heat disappeared from the gray spider's voice.
So she spoke vaguely again.
“Isn’t that supposed to be fair? That bastard would definitely say something like that, but I also want to give him 200 likes.
Isn't that so, my lord?" 7.
I smiled bitterly.
“I will not comment on the remarks of the mastermind.”
"Yes.
don't tell me Rather than that bastard, why did you send your son as a lion and sit down?”
“Are you curious?”
“It’s because I feel dirty rather than curious.
Seeing you sitting here and shivering, your stomach is turned upside down.”
The gray spider narrowed her brow.
He seemed angry.
“Look.
You are no different from that bastard of the swordsman.
You cry out for comfort, comfort, more comfort, but the people left behind and falling are none other than the children who wanted to be by your side.
Wasn't he a son? If he was worried about his son, he should have stopped him.
Why,”
“I am not worried.”
I said.
“I don’t care about my son.”
"......." "Uburka said he persuades, he said, so he will persuade.
I'm not stupid.
As you may not know, Uburka was a loser who brought a continent to its knees.
He promised that the youngest of the times would do it.
I never once doubted him.”
Silence passed.
The gray witch quietly closed her eyes and said.
“How are you so confident?”
Still not opening her eyes, the gray witch just muttered softly.
“Can’t you convince me? I just said It's better to get better or worse, don't surrender.
don't do it Because,”
“Because, I was in the same situation.”
The Gray Witch paused.
Slowly, she opened her eyes.
“Were you in the same situation?”
“Uburka.
It is the tribe of Uburka.”
“Why is that… .”
“These children also lived as slaves of other races.
There was a time when they called me a god.”
I said.
“And those kids took a different path than you.
A road you never imagined.
A way that allows you to question whether you can do that.
Uburka will tell, it will tell...
… I will show you that [another world] may exist.”
"......." "Only those who were born in the same place but who have taken different paths can convince someone." I haven't seen a gray spider.
I looked at the army of 300 and the sky that spread beyond it.
“So, my son must be able to bring your men to surrender.”
Gradually, the dawn began.311.