Chapter 90 - 90. Owner of the Purple Moon

"...Was there a picture here?"

With one word he uttered, Jorfang felt as if his head had been hit hard.

In a way, it was natural.

As a blind man, he would have no way of knowing if there was a painting in front of his eyes or if a painting was a painting.

"Ummm..."

Yorfang let out a small saliva.

I thought it would be troublesome because someone was standing in front of the painting, but if you are a blind person who doesn't even know there is a painting, the work becomes much easier.

Yorfang took a step closer to the painting with the puzzled man next to him.

A thread of hers spewed out of her right hand.

The thread moves by itself and touches the painting.

A thin thread quietly lifts the picture.

It was the power of the magic thread.

"It's a picture with many people... I think it's a very old picture. But strangely, the color hasn't faded."

Yorfang, who placed the painting in front of his eyes, slowly looked at the painting and began to recite an explanation. This was just to show off her knowledge.

"I see."

The man with a bandage around his eye still thought there was a painting in front of him, so he looked at the blank wall in front of him, put his chin on his chin and nodded.

"Khehe..."

Yorfang, who felt that way was quite funny, laughed a little.

Anyway, Jorfang ran her fingers through her painting to check the material. And then admire

'Isn't that the level of decades ago?'

It was at least a picture drawn hundreds of years ago.

It did not crack or fade, but the material of the canvas was the same as that of an ancient scroll.

Could it be that the painting itself has some kind of magic that can preserve it for a long time?

Pictures like this are rare.

Jorfang smiled faintly at her and pulled her subspace bag from her own bosom.

She opens her subspace pouch, and her picture is sucked into the tiny pouch.

Then, she roughly throws the prepared notice on the wall where the picture was. The order changed a bit, but it didn't mean much because there were no 'people watching'.

Perhaps this was also part of the precious things of the academy, so Yorfang decided to go ahead with it.

Yorfang glances at the man next to her.

The man continued to stare at the wall as if he hadn't noticed all this.

"Anyway... That's a nice picture."

At that time, Yorfang, who threw out a word like that, naturally left.

The sword on the man's waist catches his eye.

From the jewels on the head to the embroidery of flower petals on the handle.

Yorfang, a phantom thief, had a keen eye for high-quality materials and luxuries.

It was a sophisticated design that looked like a treasured sword even at first glance.

It was immediately apparent that a lot of money had gone into it.

In the end, Yorfang can't stand her terrible 'habit'.

'The academy is also the last, so I'm just taking one as a bonus...'

Touched by such a thought, she immediately took out her paper and a fountain pen from her arms.

She was to write her notice to send to him.

Originally, there was no need to reveal this process, but since the person in front of her was blind, she was shamelessly writing down a notice right in front of the person concerned.

'How many seconds would be good? 5 seconds? 10 seconds...?'

Yor Fang, who was writing down her notice, ponders as she gently presses her lips with her fountain pen.

'I'd like 10 seconds.'

It was while Yor Fang, who had completed her notice, was slowly folding her notice.

The man standing next to him still said nothing.

His head was pointed at the wall where the painting had been before.

Yorfang's gaze turned to the bandage around his eyes once more.

Soon she is scratching her head.

'...Isn't the notice meaningless?'

He can't read, so it's no use.

Yorpang, who finally arrived at such a simple thought, thought about it.

Just then he turns around and looks at her.

"You haven't said anything since a while ago. ...Are you still there?"

As he tilted his head, the sword at his waist reached the moonlight.

The jewel attached to the sword's head shines brightly.

Yorfang, who was watching this, made up his mind.

'Yeah, what does it matter?'

The victim is unlucky.

Jorfang recalled his motto, which he called ... A belief that he had kept since he was in the slums.

Even if he couldn't confirm it, he thought that people around him would read it later.

"That... The tie is a bit off. Wait a minute..."

There was no problem with his tie, but it was in a neat condition, but he approached him pretending to fix it.

"...Thank you."

As Yorfang straightens her tie, the man smiles at her kindness.

'Why are you so needlessly handsome in the yard with your eyes covered...?'

Yorfang, who had been watching the man very closely, admired his features, and her face blushed slightly, but she was doing 'work' anyway.

Yorfang slipped a notice into his bosom that would mean nothing to him whether or not he smiled sweetly.

'If only he wasn't a cadet...'

After finishing everything, Yorfang took his hand off his tie and stepped back.

"It's all done."

As he said that, the thread slipped from Yorfang's sleeve and touched his sword.

Yorfang, who watched the man bow his head in gratitude, was happy inside as it seemed to have ended neatly.

"Then see you next time."

Yorfang, who turned around with a short greeting, counted seconds as he walked down the hallway.

10 seconds.

Just 10 seconds later, the sword that came out attached to her thread was following her.

Examining the sword, as expected, she felt that the money had been poured into it.

I don't know why that guy, who was only a student, wears such an expensive sword, but she stopped caring, having heard that the academy has all sorts of people.

Luckily, the owner of this uniform must have been a swordsman as well, so there was a belt around his waist that could hold a sword. If you put a sword around your waist, you will be able to act more naturally as a cadet.

Yorfang looks behind her.

The man on the other side was looking at him.

... Rather than looking, it would be more accurate to say that his head was pointing in the direction he was facing.

'At this distance, I wouldn't be able to hear much.'

As she reaches for her sword to examine her blade, she comes to a question.

'But why were you staring at the wall when you didn't even know there was a painting...?'

It wasn't a huge problem, but I did have my doubts.

At the same time, Yorfang's hand touches her handle.

It was then that she was about to pull out her sword to check her blade.

ㅡSureung.

With the sound of a sword being pulled out of its scabbard.

Her vision blurs for an instant.

***

Yorfang, who was holding her head, comes to his senses.

Yorfang, who closed and opened her eyes, slowly turned her head and looked around her.

The first thing that caught my eye was...

'...Moon?'

A huge full moon was visible in front of Jorphang.

However, it felt very alien.

The position of the moon was too close.

Especially the color of the moon that dazzled her eyes was unreal.

Purple moon.

'A purple moon...'

...That doesn't exist in this world.

ㅡChalpak.

Soon after, Yorfang's feet, which inadvertently moved his legs, touch the water, resonating in this quiet space.

There was very shallow water at the bottom.

The water that was filling this vast space with no end in sight was still, so it contained the dark night sky and the moon on the surface of the water.

It was an indescribably dreamy atmosphere.

Finally, Yor Fang shook her head.

No, I shook it vigorously.

It was full of alien things to be called reality, but the sensation of the water felt on her feet was very real.

Yorfang, whose head was getting more and more hazy, calmly grasped the situation while biting her teeth.

She met a blind swordsman and she stole his sword... And as soon as she drew that sword, this was the situation.

Apparently, she was walking down a dark hallway.

ㅡsssss...

Suddenly, a bleak wind blows from behind her in her yorfang, and her thick purple smoke envelops her.

She hurriedly covered her mouth and her nose at the smoke she didn't know who she was.

"Big..."

Soon Yor Fang moved her legs to get out of her smoke.

However, her performance seldom let her go, and she ran and ran. That was the best move Yorpang could make in an unknown situation.

"Puha...!"

Soon after, Yorfang, who somehow got through her smoke, fell to the floor.

She exhales the breath she has been holding back and inhales deeply.

Immediately, her jorphine's eyes capture a distorted figure of herself gasping above her on the undulating surface of the water.

How the hell did this happen, and for what reason?

When I couldn't figure out anything.

ㅡChalpak.

From the other side of her comes the sound of walking through her water.

Yorfang hurriedly lifted her head in the direction from which she heard her voice.

She was a woman standing on the water.

Dark purple smoke drifted around the woman with her long silky hair and wearing an oriental dress red like fresh blood.

The scene was an oriental painting more beautiful than any painting Yorfang had ever seen.

The woman slowly approaches Yorfang.

With each step she takes, a gentle wave rises in the water and touches her wrist, which is resting on the floor.

Then the woman's lips open.

"An unexpected guest."

A strong yet soft voice pierced Yorfang's ears.

Eventually, the woman's eyes, which had the same color as the moon floating in the sky, met Yorfang's eyes.

Yorfang instinctively realized.

That she is the owner of this place, this space, and the 'absolute person'.

"Ah..."

Out of her jorphine's mouth, her bewildered shriek protrudes.

She was feeling 'fear'.

Her body was frozen and she had been unable to move for a long time.

Escape?

Is there any way to escape

Fight back?

Such an option was overwhelmingly intimidating to the extent that Yorfang was not given it.

She had no choice but to accept her fate.

In the end, the woman came close to Yorfang.

Lefang didn't even want to meet her eyes, so he was lying on his stomach with her head bowed down, but soon her woman's hand lifted her chin.

"Uh... Uh..."

Seeing her eyes asking her to say something, Jo Lefang wanted to apologize, but no words or sentences were complete.

The woman's lips opened slowly as she gazed at Yorfang, whose eyes were trembling violently.

"No matter how insensitive the original woman's 'owner' was and how the woman was tumbled... I didn't expect 'something like this' even if it was such a terrible fate."

Yorfang couldn't understand the meaning of those words.

It was just a woman's lamentation.

"It's unpleasant."

A woman's low words that followed immediately lingered in Yorfang's ears.

The woman released her hand from her jorphine's chin.

"Just disappear."

After that, her woman turns her back on her.

ㅡ Fit!

Then, an unknown sound brushes Yorfang's shoulder.

ㅡChalpak.

Something is cut by something sharp and falls into the water.

It was Yorfang's arm.

Her blood leaked from her arm that had fallen to the floor, staining the clear and transparent water red.

Jorfang wanted to scream at her, but she immediately cut her throat.

"...!!!"

Yorfang was cut into small pieces by sword strikes pouring out of the air out of nowhere.

Crush and crack

Thus, Yorfang couldn't even move the tips of her fingers properly and let out a silent clamor at the constant rushing pain of her.

As if she didn't want to see it in her eyes, the woman turned around and stared at the moon.

"The original woman must be the 'sword' of only one person..."

***

I approached Yorfang, who collapsed and his body flinched while holding the urethra.

Looking closer, Yorfang's condition was quite serious.

She was completely wrapped up in her yogi, which was gushing out of her urethra as she chewed on her body while biting on her foam.

Her eyes were open, but she did not appear to be conscious.

Sierra's yogi was refined through sealing, not disappearing.

'Sierra' belonged to me.

Since she held the urethra in such a state in her hand, she was eaten by the urethra.

As soon as she grasped her sword, Sierra's figure had vanished. I think Yorfang may have entered Sierra's mental world or something.

"Kuh... Kkeuk..."

Yorfang manages to open her mouth to let out a moan of despair.

She didn't know what was happening to her, but she seemed in great pain.

First of all, 'Sierra' was removed from Yorfang's hand.

If left alone, she might lose her mind completely.

Yorfang's body, which had been shaking violently, soon became quiet.

Sierra then slips out of the urethra.

Her mysterious purple eyes were shining exceptionally today.

As soon as Sierra came out of the urethra, she hugged me.

I pointed at Yorfang, who was fainting with his eyes open, and asked.

"What did you do..."

Sierra, who was looking at me and Yorfang, covered her mouth and answered.

[...She just said hello. ]

As he said that, looking at Sierra's narrowing eyes, it was a lie.