Go ahead, take it. I dare you.
The Saint was going to show up any second, and when that happened, this idiot had no chance of escaping.
He’ll probably drop the stolen relic and make a run for it, though.
But really, it didn’t matter whether he ran or tried to keep it.
Actually, that might be even better.
Because that thing’s basically a GPS tracker anyway.
No scenario ended with him not being totally screwed.
Seojun stared at the slightly crumpled last page of the journal in his hands, the creases and folds hinting at someone’s frustration, maybe even anger. But it wasn’t the condition of the paper that threw him off. It was the message written on it: a love confession.
Who in their right mind would believe that garbage?
“…You’re not convinced, I see.” Andrea sighed, his fingers opening slowly to reveal an object dangling from a fragile thread. It swayed softly, catching the dim light.
“Do you know what this is?”
Do shared birthdays imply shared fates? Both of them seem to be severely cursed.
Though the exact time was impossible to determine, Seojun couldn’t help but sigh at the tragic lives of S and T. Born on the same day, yet locked away, enduring one cruel experiment after another. His own misfortunes weren’t insignificant, but imagining what they went through made his chest tighten with horror. He shook his head, clicked his tongue, and forced himself to refocus on the remaining notes.
“What if I had some strange ulterior motive? Would you still be so eager to agree?”
I asked, genuinely concerned. Nasir, though, just chuckled softly, like I’d said something completely ridiculous.
“That would be even better.”
...Better?
Better if I had some shady ulterior motive?
Seojun could practically hear the shameless voice of the middle-aged man echoing in his mind, a faint yet lingering like an unwelcome memory. He imagined a woman with pale, almost bloodless fingers, gently caressing the puffy, red corners of her eyes. Her hand floated weightlessly in the air, while beneath the harsh, cold moonlight, she wept silently. The night swallowed her sobs, leaving them unheard.
“What happened to you?” I asked Nasir, keeping my voice down.
“...Let’s talk somewhere else.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Without waiting for my response, he turned and walked away.
That’s when I saw it… a tail.
A fluffy, furry tail was poking out from under his robe, swaying back and forth with each step he took.
Has he lost his mind?
The thought barged into Seojun’s mind, stubbornly refusing to leave even after the Wizard’s maniacal laughter finally died down. The sound still echoed in his ears, leaving a chilling residue of insanity. Amusement clung to the Wizard’s voice like static as he spoke again:
Athanas once told me he’d dreamed of the opening scene in Heretic Slayer.
If that’s true, then maybe the dream he had now was tied to Heretic Slayer too.
I tried to think of the holy relics that boosted mental strength. What were they again? Nothing came to mind.
The news that D had managed to become invisible hit Seojun harder than he expected. He’d already heard the story from Tim, so he knew it was only a matter of time before she was able to do it. But there’s a world of difference between knowing something in theory and seeing it with your own eyes. The impossible had become real, and no amount of mental prep could dull the surreal feeling that came with it.