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"What are you doing? Get up quickly, Ron. It's time for us to set off. What are you waiting for?"

A familiar voice sounded, and Ron opened his eyes with difficulty.

There was nothingness before my eyes, only darkness.

And his father's voice was coming from all directions.

"Child, what's wrong with you?"

"Ron, get up quickly, you're going to be late!"

"My child, why are you still here? Come on, come on, it's time to go out!"

…

Countless voices condensed into one, surrounding and dancing around, almost suffocating Ron.

Ron was a little dazed and subconsciously struggled to stand up. He raised his hand to activate the sword badge on his collar, but it came to nothing.

Only then did he realize that what he was wearing was not the clothes of the Hanging Sword investigator, but the common silk fabric on the east coast of Asia Grant.

The silk pajamas his mother had sewn for him.

However, he was still young back then, but now, this silk pajamas has become a lot bigger as he grows older.

There was no sword badge, no investigator uniform, and naturally there was no accompanying black cat and the two handy long swords.

Ron struggled to distinguish the sound and tentatively groped towards the darkness around him.

In vain.

In this darkness, he couldn't see anything, couldn't find anything to touch.

Even under his feet, there was a strange void - he could stand on the void, but his hands could easily touch the void.

Despite the constant chatter in his ears, Ron quickly calmed down and finally regained some of his temperament as a gold medal investigator. He tried to walk back to the place based on his memory, and then stood still, calmly listening to the all-pervasive sound. sound.

Because there was no positioning, he was not sure whether his feelings and memories could bring him back to where he was.

However, at this time, he felt that this was not important.

Of course he remembered those familiar yet unfamiliar voices, which were his father's voices and what his father often said to him when he was a child.

He remembered that when he was a child, his father went to sea all year round and could only come home a few times throughout the year.

Of course, when his father believed in evil gods and killed everyone in his family, including servants and housekeepers, in front of him, he was indeed no longer his father.

Ron, who had received strict training, knew that he must have been completely contaminated by the aura of the cult.

He didn't feel particularly strange or alarmed about this.

In fact, when he was urgently transferred to Layden City during his vacation, he already had some kind of premonition.

Ron wasn't cheating on Aaron, he was indeed on vacation.

A vacation after completing a certain mission.

However, a quarter of an hour before receiving the order from the organization, he was preparing to investigate a mysterious disappearance of children in a fishing village during his vacation.

Without getting a good rest, he came to Leiden City and first investigated the incident involving the Lord of Baals City. Then he was forced to get involved with the spirit-calling witch Lina, and almost suffered a wave of natural disasters.

Although he did have a rest in the middle, the subsequent letter from San Enibedin forced him to bite the bullet and head to Badibila.

Finally, he saw...

Thinking of this, Ron's eyes dimmed slightly, his fists clenched, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

"mulberry……"

He couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.

And this sentence was like a trigger, and the surrounding voices suddenly became louder, and even the tone vaguely revealed doubts and annoyance.

"Ron, what are you thinking about?

Look at Dad and believe in Dad. After you go to sea this time, Dad will be able to let you and Mom live a good life!

I have made a decision. When I come back, we will buy the cake shop on the next street.

Don't you want to eat cake? By then, you will have endless cake to eat.

Wait until I get back, Ron. "

Ron sighed softly and closed his eyes.

In this dark world, vision has completely lost its due role.

Based on what the organization has learned, he must try to escape from the nightmare of the cult's atmosphere.

Otherwise, he will be corrupted and contaminated and become a cultist...

No, it should be said that the moment he becomes a cultist, He from above will punish him and take away the life that belongs to Him.

Yes, when he faced Him and swore an oath, his life had already been sacrificed to Him.

"Come on, Ron, what are you waiting for? Mom is waiting for you."

Father's passionate words sounded again.

Ron shook his head slowly.

Even though it was pitch black, he was sure that his father who was hiding in the darkness could see it.

He doesn't want to go.

"Why, Ron? Why don't you want to leave?

Ron, you have always been afraid, but what are you afraid of? "

Ron shook his head again.

This time he shook his head, to himself.

To be honest, even he himself didn't know what he was afraid of.

Perhaps he was afraid of his father, who had become grotesque.

Perhaps it was the mother who was afraid of leaving blood and tears.

Perhaps he is afraid of the long sword that is always staring at him...

Or maybe he is afraid, San Eniboding...

Your Majesty, the hanging sword.

Griffin, sword pattern.

"Your Majesty has usurped the authority of the Hanging Sword!"

Sang's words still echoed in his ears.

But in his heart, he could only feel a chill uncontrollably.

I should ask His Majesty for clarification, or I should ask Him for confirmation...

But, this news...

Can it really be sent to the royal capital?

Ron didn't know, and didn't want to know.

He was lucky enough to have seen His Majesty's...boots once.

It was a pair of plain, heavy-armored boots made of full metal.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew for sure that these boots were worn on the feet of Algrant III, he really wouldn't believe that Algrant III, who ruled the vast kingdom, wore such a pair of simple and crude boots.

Of course, these boots were splattered with blood, steaming, and a trace of milky white viscous liquid.

Ron remembered that the day before His Majesty met him, he happened to find out that a certain attendant in the palace was suspected to be related to a cultist.

And just a quarter of an hour before His Majesty saw him, this attendant was still alive and uneasy.

He was called to identify the deceased.

So, under the deterrent of those boots, he really just took a serious look at the face that had been deformed by being stepped on, and did not dare to take another look.

But at this time Ron did make his decision.

"Okay, Ron, don't keep Mum and Dad waiting."

Then the sound receded, revealing Ron alone.

"For Algrant, or for...the Lord?"

Ron said to himself.

The next moment, he felt a moist feeling on his face, as if someone was licking his face.