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The hypocrites (2) The raven mask continued to speak.
"The divide station helps a large number of troops to deal with outer troops.
Just by offering the greatest troops in the Union, we can lead the Western Kingdom. " Piero nodded his head.
"Hoo, sure." "Starting with that, we gradually gain control of the Western King.
You should not miss it if you get the chance to get by just sacrificing your name. " There was no mix of sinfulness.
Strategy determined by thorough calculation.
More and more crows began to like cotton.
Unlike a man who kills a person with pure fun, his figure, who rationally and thoroughly pursues his plans with his colleagues even though his plans are intriguing, has provoked interest.
"Okay, let's do it." The crow's mask, which heard the answer of the pierro mask, stared again at the big one.
And his gaze moved to one of the many markings.
Hebrion school.
The crow mask constructed a plan using the annual party competition to break it down.
It took him a long time to get enough of his position, Ben Quick, to gain access to the marvel of creating virtual shadow worlds.
It was an opportunity that could not be made again.
I should not have failed.
But the plan collapsed.
It is good to see that it is complete.
The crow mask used artifacts received by the skeleton mask in preparation for such a failure.
It would have killed Ben Kick without hesitation.
If the operation failed anyway, we had to kill.
BenQuik spent a considerable amount of time under the crow's mask.
He knew too much about the outsider.
Even if the operation failed, the raven mask attempted to maximize the confrontation between commoner and nobleman by using what Vanquick was a commoner.
Already the relationship between the two groups was at the worst.
And that event would be a decision.
But still.
It was calm enough to be strange.
I did not expect anything that I expected.
Why? The raven mask caught the face I encountered when using mental dominant artifacts and was able to easily guess the reason.
It was clear that he had made a fuss.
The crow mask, which realized that the same person had been disturbed again, distorted his face.
The way I did it was quite predictable.
'Ugly hypocrite.' The crow mask reminded me of the conversation I had with Frillale.
What is different between you and us? You also have no choice.
The method is wrong, the method is the same.
okay . . .
It is different from what you are aiming for, and you are no different from us.
'Only you will kill with my hand.' The cool atmosphere was blown, and the wind seemed to flesh and began to slip open.
The Hebrion school was surrounded by an oddly subdued atmosphere.
All the foliage that covered the trees fell on the ground with bad throats, and all the grass leaves that melted the leaves were dry, and all the flowers that were planted in the garden were frozen.
And the man died.
After the party match, the Hebrion school informed the victims' bereaved families.
The bereaved families expressed their sadness in different ways.
A person who embraces reality and cries without words, who is unacceptable, who is looking for his own child, Satom, who expresses anger towards Hebrion school.
The expressions were different, but if there was only one thing in common, there was no one who did not shed tears.
The Hebrion school did its best to comfort them and take necessary action.
"Finally, I want to see my daughter's face." A Countess asked for it, but it was an impossible demand.
I could not see the body.
Death in the shadow world, the body becomes part of the shadow world.
When the shadow world is cleared, it will disappear with the shadow world.
There was no body, but there was a way to prove their death.
This is because I recorded the content of the party competition.
But none of the bereaved did not want to identify it.
No one wants to see the moments when his family is deadly dead.
After the relics were passed on to the bereaved, the turmoil did not calm down.
After all, what could be done at the Hebride school was to wait until they calmed down.
The victims were five.
Alpha Class Nine.
Five beta classes.
And one professor.
BenQuick Perry Amos.
There was no one who could have been a survivor to him who devoted his life to study.
He was alone.
Parents also had no marriages, no wives, no children, no relatives.
The professor, who was not familiar with him, muttered.
"So all the time in the institute only." The professor, who was vague with him, said in a loud voice.
"I went on my first trip this vacation.
But that's the last time I'll be there … … A: Someone kicked his tongue.
"Poor man." Everyone felt sorry for BenQuik.
It was no wonder that BenQuik, who was only studying for a lifetime, was being used by the farmers of outerwear and finally killed at the end.
BenQuik was buried in the National Cemetery, where only honorable people were buried in recognition of his dedication to his life at Hebrion.
The maple leaves were flying.
The students grew up in front of the coffin in the rain.
All the professors and most of the students were present at the entrance, except for the professors who made the closing of the case.
After a while, Justin's memorial service began.
He talked about the life of BenQuik, how he worked and devoted himself to the students of Hebrion.
A cry came out from all over the place.
There were a lot of beta classes that followed Vanquick.
They shed tears and grieved the death of the professor whom he admired.
Desir Arman was looking down at the vanquique coffin, playing a sad expression.
Students and professors who are killing fourteen killers and the National Cemetery.
Could there be such an ironic thing?
All of this was done by a single lie.
Desir Arman felt a nausea.
BenQuik, for the common people 's reasoning, aimed at the aristocrats.
I did not have to think about what would happen when it was revealed.
The nobles will look at the BenQuik only as a commoner, not as an outer.
It will speed up discrimination, and the common people will rebel again.
It was clear that there would be a huge wall between them.
It is a way to get back to the irreversible catastrophe.
Desir Arman could not let it go.
'It only has to stop, Desir Arman was the only person who saw Vanquick's end.
The only thing that can not be seen by those who have not seen the end is that the artifact worn by BenQuik has no mind at all.
Nobody knew how the artifact worked and when it played, except Desir Arman.
BenQuik is dead by a mental domination artifact.
Therefore, we could not get information about the outer.
But thanks to his death, Desir Arman was able to lie.
BenQuik had been mentally dominated from the past, and he lied that he was only used to the outer.
In the end, it helped a murderer.
Desir for the purpose, Desir Arman realized that he was superimposed on his outer appearance.
Patter.
I was awakened from the thought of suddenly touching the cold touch on the palm of my hand.
It was a leaf bearing cold air.
He held his fist and rubbed the leaves.
And the moment I opened my hand again, the chipped leaves were blown in the wind.
I felt like I was getting out of my body.
At that time, the voice of the dean of the deceased.
"We will not have Vanquick professors who are dear to students who have been victimized.
They will be with us forever – "" Do you feel guilty about lying? " … …Perhaps…
'When I get another chance, will I make another choice?' No, absolutely not.
Desir Arman shook his head.
Thousands of times, tens of thousands of opportunities will be given the same decision.
'Do not forget the purpose.' Desir Arman made sure.
I was clearly aware of what was important and what was for the purpose.
'If I could do this much, I could do it anyway.
That does not matter.
In the first place, his goal was not justice.
Desir Arman had a single goal of achieving guilt and self-denial.
It is to save thousands of people from a huge catastrophe to come.
'Anything for that can be a hypocrite.' That's it.
Desir Arman, who was firm in heart, looked straight ahead.
Numerous students and professors who have been preoccupied with the work of BenQuik.
They burned hatred of outsiders and set off.
I saw Pugman, handing a handkerchief to the tearful Bridgette.
At this time, the distinction between common people and ear people has disappeared.
"It's over." Justin's chaplain was finished.
According to the procedure, BenQuik's coffin was buried in the ground.
The wind, like a groan, struck my face.
The funeral of one of the autumn days is over.
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