Chapter 508

Episode 508 Nevertheless, there is no sin in the flower,

so it is a red flower as if it contains blood.

I haven’t heard that name. However, I clearly remember Argentress’s attitude towards the flower. Argentress said, looking at the flower with a cold gaze.

-“You can trample on it as soon as you see it.”

I was curious.

Even if it is a flower that grew on the Arcana continent.

Because I thought there was no sin in flowers.

Unlike ugly humans.

-“This flower grows with human blood as nourishment.”

Even if it grew from human blood.

I thought there was no sin in small lives.

However, Elsidore nodded at Argentress’s next words.

-“Only in the blood of men whose fountain was unknown until the end.”

A red flower held in hand.

Argentress was displeased with even bringing such trash to Sisley. Argentress glared at the flower with disgust and then gestured.

Grumbling.

He said as he burned the flower without a trace.

-“So keep that in mind, Elsidor.”

He added to himself.

-“Don’t even think about approaching this flower or smelling its scent. “This red flower is a symbol of ugliness and the last struggle of the scum.”

It is a flower that bloomed from the last struggle.

I didn’t understand the meaning right away.

Without that much understanding.

Only now, after so many years, have I realized its meaning.

‘A flower headed to hell....’

China again.

Elsidor walked the streets with Kinver.

There were no traces of people on the ruined street.

Kinver stamped his feet incongruously as he chased after Elsidore.

Then it whispered.

“Are you crazy, elf? Are you going to follow me to hell?”

We’re not that great of a relationship.

At most, they are business partners.

Whether I go to hell or not may not be any of my business.

but.

“...How are you going to explain it?”

Glancing.

Kinver turned his head behind him and looked at ‘him’. He wasn’t the only one. I thought he was an unusual kid, but then I found out that he was Lorentzk, a named NPC.

‘Seriously, the pressure is no joke.’

Kinver swallowed his shock and walked away.

Soon, a familiar building comes into view.

“you really...!”

It was a closed World Unification branch building.

The reason why this magnificent building was closed.

No, the reason why the street itself turned into a ghost town was simple.

Kinver and Elsidore.

Garbage that they can’t even recycle.

Because it was a trace that had been erased from this world.

Kinver was sure.

This little elf is planning on confessing all our secrets.

“...This is the first time in my life that I have confessed my conscience.”

Kinver gritted his teeth inwardly.

I had packaged it grandly myself.

Why, borrowing his words, is it ‘the pride of trash’?

“Damn it....”

But is it even reasonable for trash to show off its pride?

Unless it is pride in His sight.

No matter how much I insist that it is pride, it will not be pride.

In the worst case.

‘You might think it’s a senseless killing.’

If that happens, what happens to me?

The noble Elsidor had powers.

Whether it is overwhelming military power or the ability to tend a flower garden. On the other hand, I am incompetent. It’s not enough to stand out among players, let alone Elsidor.

‘further.’

Before the Kingdom of Yusra was revealed.

Because I once tried to take your life.

In the process, he made eye contact with Harkon, the leader of the Lionheart Knights.

I was literally sick of my pants.

“....”

So Kinver had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

Jerk.

Even until the closed doors of the Unification of the World branch were opened.

“There is one truth in that flower.”

Until Elsidore told him the secret of the flower.

“Sanghwa, which grows from blood, does not grow using the vast amount of blood as nutrients. Regardless of the amount of blood, it only grows from blood filled with deep resentment.”

“Oh, it’s a deep resentment!”

Lorentzk shook his head.

“Then I wonder. The fact that someone died and fell into hell must be because the person who died had a good reason or circumstance. Those people bloomed because they harbored deep resentment? “Isn’t that shameless?”

Elsidore answered.

I asked Elsidor.

“Is your decision still valid, Elsidor?”

The blossoming of the fallen branch of the Unification of the World here must be equal to the number of dead people who have a grudge against Elsidore and are waiting for him in hell.

I was asking.

‘Lorentsk, you probably haven’t committed many sins.’

Even if the explorer had incurred resentment, how much would it have cost?

Thanks to this, I may have nothing to fear even in hell.

You’re not, right?

Elsidor didn’t say anything to my question.

I just looked at Sang Sang-hwa and nodded.

‘Then I won’t stop you.’

In fact, I am not in a position to worry about others at a time when I cannot know the intentions of Akshan seniors. Anyway, it seems like the cat can’t just pass by the stove.

Sssss.

Sang Sanghwa swaying in the wind blowing through the broken window.

Even if it is said that it is a flower that grew out of a gruesome resentment.

Mr. Granfell’s exquisite aesthetic sense.

Ignoring the author’s intention.

He made his evaluation based solely on his own standards.

I opened my mouth.

“Sometimes there is something beautiful in something so cruel.”

anyway.

Just be honest.

If you said you needed [Sang Sang-hwa, which grew out of blood], it would be fine.

“I will accept the invitation because the effort is worth it.”

Is it true that you are shamelessly good at saying one thing?

*

The given deadline is only one week.

After a week, you will enter hell.

Kinver looked at a red flower.

[Sarticus flower growing from blood]

[Class: Unknown]

[Restrictions: Unknown]

[Effect: Unknown]

[Description: It is not a flower of this world.]

“...It’s my fucking bastard.”

I find myself scratching my head.

How did you end up in hell, Kinver?

No, to be precise, I wasn’t taken away.

Because I applied for it myself.

-“I, too, will take responsibility along with Elsidor!”

Along with clearing up karma.

“More than anything, I can’t refuse those bastards’ invitation.”

As recyclable waste.

Even if you fall into hell, you turn away the invitations of unrepentant trash?

Even though it meant losing face, it was a serious injury.

by the way.

“Really...”

Kinver’s gaze soon shifted to the grave.

Yong Seong-rak was buried under this tomb.

Him.

Ho-yeol finds Yong Seong-rak’s body.

It was directly enshrined in his hometown, China.

“You carry so much burden...”

How can you even care about this?

I was purely amazed.

In that sense, I became worried.

“...Fuck.”

I was wondering if I might be holding you back.

If it’s reality or Arcana Continent, I understand the topic.

I was confident that I wouldn’t hold on to your ankles.

“This is the first time I regret my ugly past.”

But it was hell, having to face the resentment and karma he had built up. Kinver had no choice but to agonize over the possibility that Hoyeol would suffer even the slightest harm because of him.

“...You’re not much different from me, right?”

That’s probably why.

That arrogant and haughty elf was doing something called ‘preparation’. So I also have to think about it from now on. What can I, the weakest, do for Him in hell?

Kinver muttered.

“Even if it means sacrificing my life.”

But Kinver did not have to sacrifice his life.

Even if they say that they will grab your ankle just in case.

Because it won’t be noticeable at all.

It was like that.

What kind of trials will the owner of one thousand karmas go through in hell when he or she will face his or her karma? At this moment, no one had any guess.

.

Except for one man.

“Hell. Granfell, my younger brother.”

Pride murmured.

“Are you not afraid of your family’s original sin?”

Unless it is.

“Are you really so captivated by that ‘ray of light’ that you forgot everything?”