Episode 533 You will fall into hell (2)
First of all, you need to prepare.
‘Wensu hasn’t come back yet.’
My younger sister, Lee Ye-rim, seemed to be rushing home after hearing that I was staying at my parents’ house. I can’t just ignore it, so I check the vibrating smartphone…
-Lee Ho-yeol, just wait
. -Just try bouncing first like last time? ㅡㅡ
-This time, I had a lot of questions to ask, so
it wasn’t that I couldn’t understand that reaction.
I still don’t know what on earth they proved and how they became so quiet. Because until Matisse proved it, the world would have been in an uproar with stories about me.
“There is no shame.”
No matter what.
There is no need to go out in such a low posture, right? Granfell? Mom, Dad, eldest sister, and second sister don’t know, but Lee Ye-rim is probably coming running with impure intentions, right?
‘So we need to find it quickly…!’
Just in case my dark history notes get discovered.
It’s because of Granfell’s personality that he can’t help but think of his blood relatives in a terrible way.
If that bastard asks you to show him, you will have no choice but to show him obediently.
When I think about what happened next, I feel goosebumps all over my body.
‘…I can’t even die!’
Let’s take a look.
After making a promise, I quickly search my room.
But it’s strange. How come I can’t see it…? Because it was a note that unfailingly reflected the taste of Galpungnodo. From its appearance, Seeker Messer would be noticeable at a glance if it were placed on a bookshelf.
‘Did your mother abandon you?’
It’s already been a few years since I lived alone.
Is it possible that it was thrown away during the process of organizing an empty room?
In fact, there may be a lot of them.
‘…Should I call this fortunate?’
Common sense tells us that there is no way that a notebook discarded through recycling can be in good condition, but it is true that we cannot completely shake off the feeling of anger because the words written in it are just words.
‘How should I try to track it with magic?’
I am Lee Ho-yeol.
Earnestly.
It was a moment when I was trying to do something foolish with a different level of magical power.
Beep beep beep.
I felt a presence at the front door.
I swallowed dry saliva.
‘Why are you here?’
A loud voice rings out as if responding to my determination.
“Hey Lee Ho-yeol! Don’t you have anything to say to this sister?!”
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10:10 PM.
It seems that habits cannot be ignored. There is no need to open a dumpling restaurant starting tomorrow, but Mom and Dad went into the master bedroom early to sleep.
Thanks to this, Lee Ye-rim faced Ho-yeol alone.
“So there’s nothing to worry about now?”
He held up a beer glass and questioned.
“That’s right.”
I finally felt relieved.
“Oh my gosh, you have to be able to trust the news. But what can I do, Hoyeol? Such is the fate of a superstar. You too. Don’t be too discouraged. Of course, if you look at her upright posture, she seems to be fine…”
Lee Ye-rim chuckled.
‘…Hoyeol, you are my sister.’
What is the magic, what is the skill, what is the effect.
‘Actually, I wouldn’t know even if you told me.’
No matter how hard she tried to study them, they were difficult concepts for Lee Ye-rim, who was far from the Arcana Continent biographies. But just one thing put my mind at ease.
“Well, if it’s okay with you, then it’s okay.”
The only thing is that Hoyeol was like his usual Hoyeol.
Of course, I still haven’t gotten used to that polite way of speaking.
Still, it felt good.
“In that sense, should I add just one more…?”
Chick!
“Well, cheers. Hi!”
Enough to make me drink 10 cans of beer.
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It goes without saying, but how would our Grandfell, who is destined to go to hell tomorrow, ever put alcohol in his mouth? I sighed as I looked at the figure lying face down on the table.
‘Why does it feel so good?’
Do you binge drink beyond excessive drinking?
‘I heard it’s surprising that you don’t gain weight compared to eating this.’
I just wanted to pretend not to know. Would Grandfell, who thinks so horribly of his flesh and blood, allow his sister to fall asleep on a cold table?
“I will help you.”
“Hehe. “What is it, your hair itches?”
“I’m sorry.”
What’s the point of being sorry, Granfell?
Rather, I’m making a mustache out of your hair.
Are you going to put up with something like that?
‘I’m holding on to this.’
I am not trying to deny the feeling that one has a terrible view of one’s blood relatives. Because I’m not that different from you. However, even if all other family members can skip it. It’s still hard to express my true feelings to just one person, Lee Ye-rim!
‘Wouldn’t it be more efficient to just throw it on the bed with magic?’
I don’t even want my skin to touch it.
But my complaints were meaningless.
I opened Wensu’s door while supporting him.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
They said there was no need to say hello like that…
That was the moment I walked into the stranger’s room while muttering.
Yerim Lee spoke with a twisted tongue.
“You can’t just leave without saying anything. “Okay?”
“….”
I had no answer to those words.
Because of my sudden drunkenness, I found out what he thought of me and what he was thinking? It’s a pity, but right now I don’t have the time to guess someone’s inner thoughts.
‘…crazy.’
Ye-rim Lee’s desk is almost a mess with miscellaneous things. As I was constantly criticizing myself for not having changed anything since the past, perhaps because I was trying to organize things, a pitch-black notebook came into my field of vision.
‘Wait, that’s mine?!’
It was like that.
My black history notebook.
It was neatly laid out on Lee Ye-rim’s desk…!!
At that moment, a million thoughts come to mind.
Why is my black history notebook in Lee Ye-rim’s room?
I wonder if I even opened it.
I opened it, but how can you not say anything to me?
…What about Lee Ye-rim’s personality?
Yeah, that can’t happen.
‘You still don’t know anything, you idiot.’
I dared to be sure.
It was neither the eldest nor the second sister, but Lee Ye-rim. If I had opened my dark history notebook, I would have called you by your full name, Granfell?! Now, let’s do a simulation in our heads.
‘I just needed a notebook, so I came in from my room…’
and found the most eye-catching black history notebook. I brought it to my room, left it on the desk, and time passed. Clothes were piled on top of it, bags were piled on top of it, and anyway, there was a lot of stuff piled up.
‘So, if it looks like that, it’s understandable….’
Sreuk.
Only after I laid Lee Ye-rim on the bed and covered her properly with the blanket did I approach my dark history notebook. In my heart, I wanted to immediately reach out and retrieve it.
‘…Is it really like this, body? in action!’
Damn it, this time it was because of his formality.
Yes, it’s okay to arbitrarily touch your sleeping sister’s room despite the dignity of a nobleman.
That would be unacceptable.
‘No, it was Lee Ye-rim who messed with her first?!’
However, Grandfell was not someone with a petty attitude like Lee Ho-yeol. In the end, I had no choice but to quietly close the door and leave the room. Cubic Jeong mutters.
“There is nothing that can disturb a sweet sleep.”
…I knew you would say that. I have trouble sleeping every night because I’m afraid that someone will open my black history notebook in the future…! You don’t have to worry about me at all, right, Granfell?
*
Magic Tower.
Top owner Marcelo opens his mouth.
“Chief Lee said. There should be no more secrets in the closed magic tower. They say that closure brought about corruption. After that declaration, the round table meeting of the Magic Tower was held in the Crystal Hall, not the top floor.”
Top floor.
A time when five elder wizards ruled. The top floor was a space where even Marcelo, the head wizard, could not easily enter. Because of the special nature of that space.
Passs.
As soon as Marcelo raises his magic power, the magic particles leave behind only traces. Following Marcelo’s gaze, the seniors’ gaze also scans the view of the top floor.
“Why was the roundtable held at the top? It is an independent space where the top floor cannot be free from magic. “This is because it is a special space, just like the underground infinity of the Magic Tower.”
That was the top-level truth, granted only to the tower owner.
“That’s right.”
The seniors listened to Marcelo even though they wondered if it was okay to listen to such confidential information. Because he wasn’t the type to say unnecessary things. Mathis, a senior in black magic, counted the number of people.
“Healing Benshee William Curtain Rebel Maia Deian Bangrit Tom. All but four senior wizards have gathered. “Master Marcelo Tower.”
Marcelo nodded.
“Then let’s get straight to the point.”
What he took out from the magic ‘Subspace Pocket’ that imitated the player’s inventory was none other than a red flower. Only Kiko bit his lip when he saw the flower.
“Chief Lee disappeared from the Magic Tower.”
“yes yes?! “What is that…?”
“Are you saying you left without saying anything to the tower owner?”
“That’s right.”
“….”
When Marcelo nodded, an unusual current of air descended on the top floor. But the more serious story started now. When Marcelo nodded towards Kiko, Kiko opened his mouth.
“Chief Lee left a message for me. He said he would stop by Garnet Hall soon. “I should have sensed it a little earlier… Chief Lee, and no one else, said ‘soon’…!”
They are the senior members of the Magic Tower.
As much as that extraordinary knowledge.
This means that situational judgment is also quick.
“So does that mean the flower is the only clue left behind, Tower Lord?”
“Yes, it was neatly placed on Chief Lee’s desk.”
“this.”
Are these flowers for mourning?
Is this a flower meant to provoke the Magic Tower?
If not that too.
Was this a message that Chief Lee left at the Magic Tower?
‘…Everything is the worst.’
It was a time when no one was sure.
Senior in Light Magic.
Dorothy offered her opinion.
“Has Chief Lee’s magical power traces been captured?”
Marcelo nodded.
“That’s a good question, Senior Dorothy. That’s why I summoned you to the top floor of the Magic Tower. As we just saw, there is a complicated interference process at the top layer. “It is safe to say that the source of the Crystal Hall and other indescribable mysteries of the Magic Tower are gathered here on the top floor.”
…Nod.
‘So the tower owner’s magic was dispersed.’
Due to the complicated interference, the magical power would have been scattered without any trace. It is natural that advanced magic cannot be performed in a place like this. A round table meeting where secrets should not be leaked was probably held here.
Marcelo added to the seniors who nodded.
“But Chief Lee created a portal at the top level. It wouldn’t be surprising if it was a simple portal. Because Chief Lee is amazing. But the coordinates of that portal were the Arcana continent.”
“…What if it’s the Arcana continent?”
“That’s right. To the extent that he manifests miracles that are not magic under these adverse conditions. “This senior’s magical power means that he has risen to several different levels, even if his rank is different.”
Marcelo shrugged.
“It was impossible for me to dare to search for Chief Lee’s magic traces. And that is another reason why I have summoned you to the top floor.”
“…?”
“As I said, there is no need to worry about information leaking from the top floor. “Unlike Crystal Hall or Floating Gardens.”
“…!!!”
Marcelo hadn’t even spoken yet.
Matisse recited.
“It seems my proof wasn’t enough.”
The other seniors also noticed those words one by one.
Yes.
This was because the whereabouts of Chief Lee, not anyone else, were unknown.
Marcelo declared as the top owner.
“I will go back for a while until Chief Lee returns.”
return.
It meant I was going back.
The Magic Tower becomes the Magic Tower of the past.
“The goal is to secure Chief Lee’s recruits by any means possible. Feel free to teach me as much as you want in the process. “What happens if you dare to touch the head of the Magic Tower? Especially the ‘anonymous ranker.’”
Anonymous ranker.
Before Matisse proved it.
What happened on Jeju Island.
Chief Lee’s actions.
I’m talking about a player who made a lot of noise.
Marcelo, who was accustomed to Guy’s exploration, did not overlook it.
Marcelo’s eyes glowed eerily.
“Let us identify its identity.”
