Ikael recalled the words he had heard from Sirone.

�Fine-tuning.�

Bedium�s voice was so low that you couldn�t hear it unless you listened closely.

�Because you can learn a lot when you become an electrician.�Most of them cannot be put together in words, but the feeling is.�The world seems to hate your son.�

Ikeel�s expression turned serious.

�For those who hate Sirone, fine adjustments are made.�Active involvement of the outside world.�

The ceiling of the world is half open.

�Who instigated the assassination?�

�I can�t say that.�Because it�s the pride of a professional.�But Sirone guesses

I will be there.�

Ikael didn�t ask any more questions.

�I have nothing more to say.�by the way����When the hell am I going to disappear?�

The body was lost, but the thoughts spread slowly, like a smell dissipating.

so that was possible.

�Did you say Ikael?�

Ikael, who was bowing his head as if meditating, looked back at Bedium.

�This is so strange.�No, should I say weird?�I will give you good information.�

He was on the verge of the outside world.

�To God���

Neon flowed on the surface of the mask, revealing an expression with a tongue sticking out.

�Time goes backwards.�

�what?�

Before Ikael could ask, the neon lights went out, and the cracked mask slowly disappeared.

A story that even an archangel could not understand.

But she put her thoughts aside for a moment and turned her head away as if chasing death with her gaze.

�I hope it was at least a life full of something.�

good and evil, whatever.

The next morning, Ikael told Sirone what had happened last night.

Sirone roughly guessed.

�Gyorgi.� JrNovels.com