Unfortunately, Han Myungoh's words didn't continue. Han Myungoh was knocked unconscious because he received a penalty from disclosing some of the details of his contract with Asmodeus.
I felt a bit sad because it was broken off at the exciting part.
「 Kim Dokja thought: In any case, the demon kings and constellations have started to show interest in this world. 」
The land of abandoned scenarios, the Demon World. This world, which had long been shunned by the constellations, was starting to receive attention again.
-Humans can't beat them! Compared to them, we are just insignificant bugs!
Han Myungoh had said this several times. He had been in the Demon World for several months so he was well aware of the strength of the senior nobles and demon kings.
This despair was understandable. In fact, even the early-mid Yoo Jonghyuk had struggled in the Demon World. Of course, that was Yoo Jonghyuk's story. I was different.
My stomach started growling because I had stayed awake all night. I headed to the pub and asked Mark to cook some simple dishes. Jang Hayoung was sitting absentmindedly at a table. I quietly approached him and sat down.
“Hiik!”
“You say that every time.”
Jang Hayoung stared at me with an ugly expression and screamed, “What is it? What? What other issue are you coming to create?”
“Why are you so grouchy?”
“…Never mind.”
“Why? What happened?”
Jang Hayoung couldn't easily answer my question and stared at the plate in front of him. I knew that I couldn't urge him and just waited.
Mark glanced between Jang Hayoung and I. It was unknown what he was thinking but he suddenly winked. After a while, Jang Hayoung opened his mouth.
“Why did you let me join the Revolutionary Army?”
“What?”
“I'm not a guardian or revolutionary. I'm not the chairman of the Civil Council like Aileen.”
[The character 'Jang Hayoung' has used Lethargy Lv. 4.]
[The character 'Jang Hayoung' has used Self-Loathing Lv. 10.]
Damn, it was starting. I had forgotten for a while. If Yoo Jonghyuk suffered from the 'regression depression' then this person suffered from a thorough 'self-loathing.'
I didn't think there were any main characters of Ways of Survival who were sane.
The small shoulders quivered. I would feel better if I hit him on the shoulder but it would be hard for him to feel comforted.
[Your understanding of the character 'Jang Hayoung' has increased.]
Jang Hayoung stared out the window. He seemed to be looking at Aileen who was cleaning up the previous incident. Jang Hayoung spoke again, “…Night will come again. Will you still be able to protect the people?”
“Maybe not,” I answered honestly. “I don't know all the executioners. It is impossible to catch all of them before tomorrow's Night.”
There were seven executioners who hadn't been caught.
If those seven people made up their minds and started attacking people, tomorrow night would be a bloody festival. I added before Jang Hayoung could fall into despair.
“There is no other way to stop it. We must find the fighter.”
The fighter. It was the only position that could deal with an executioner during the Night. If I could find that position, it wouldn't be unreasonable to restore the atmosphere.
However, Mark interrupted from where he was cooking. “…I'm sorry but there probably won't be a fighter.”
“What? Mark, how do you know this?”
“There is no one from the old generation to pass on the skills of a 'fighter'.”
[Sender―Abyssal Black Flame Dragon]
TL: Rainbow Turtle
Chapter end
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