"What are you doing? Why don't you get up quickly, Ron, we should set out, what are we waiting for?"

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

There is nothingness and 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? Hurry up, it's time to go out!"

...

Countless sounds condensed into a stream, surrounding and leaping, almost making Ron breathless.

Ron was a little confused and subconsciously struggled to stand up. He raised his hand and wanted to activate the sword-patterned badge on his collar, but he just touched the empty space.

Only then did he realize that he was wearing not the clothes of the Investigator of the Hanging Sword, but the silk fabric common on the east coast of Agrant.

The silk pajama his mother sewed for him with her own hands.

However, he was still young back then, but now, this silk pajama has grown a lot as he grows older.

Without sword pattern badges and investigator costumes, there would naturally be no black cats that would be close to each other and the two handy long swords.

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

Futility.

In this darkness, he could not see anything or find any place 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.

With the sound that had been chattering in his ears, Ron, who had quickly calmed down, finally recovered his temperament as a gold medal investigator. He tried to walk back to the spot based on his memory, and then stood quietly, listening to the omnipresent voice calmly.

Because he had no positioning, he could not be sure whether his feelings and memories could bring him back to his original place.

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

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

He remembered that when he was a child, his father went out to sea all year round and could only go home several times a year.

Of course, when his father believed in the evil god and killed the whole family, including servants and housekeepers, in front of him, he was indeed not his father.

Ron, who has been strictly trained, knew that he should have been completely polluted by the aura of cult.

He did not find this particularly strange or panic.

In fact, he had a certain premonition when he was urgently transferred to Layden City on vacation.

Ron did not deceive Aaron, he was indeed on vacation.

A vacation after completing a mission.

However, a quarter of an hour before receiving the organization's transfer order, he was preparing to investigate a strange incident about the mysterious disappearance of a child in a fishing village during his vacation.

Without getting a good rest, he came to Leiden City. He first investigated the incident about Lord Bals, and then was forced to involve the spirit-calling witch Lena, who almost endured a wave of natural disasters.

Although there was indeed a rest in the middle, the subsequent letter from San Enibertin forced him to force himself to Badibila.

Finally, he saw...

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

"mulberry……"

He couldn't help but whisper.

And this sentence, like a fuse, suddenly increased a little, and even the tone was vaguely revealing doubts and anger.

"Ron, what are you thinking?

Look at dad, believe in dad, after going to sea this time, dad will let you and mom live a good life!

I've made a reservation and 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 cakes.

Wait for me to come back, Ron."

Ron sighed softly and closed his eyes.

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

According to what the organization has learned, he has to try to escape from the nightmare of the cult breath.

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

No, it should be said that the moment he became a cultist, He who hung above him would bring down punishment and take away his life that belonged to him.

Yes, when he faced Him's oath, his life was already presented to Him as a sacrifice.

"Let's go, Ron, what are you waiting for? Mom is waiting for you."

My father's passionate words rang out again.

Ron shook his head slowly.

Although it was darkness that was invisible to see, he was sure that the father who was hiding in the darkness should be able to see it.

He doesn't want to go.

"Why, Ron? Why are you unwilling to leave?

Ron, you've been scared all the time, but what are you afraid of?"

Ron shook his head again.

This time I shook my head, it was for him.

To be honest, even he himself doesn't know what he is afraid of.

Perhaps it was because he was afraid of his father who had already become strange.

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

Perhaps it was because of the fear of the long sword that was staring at me all the time...

Or maybe it was fearful, San Ennibertin...

Your Majesty, the sword hanging in the air.

Griffin, sword pattern.

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

Sang's words still echoed in his ears.

But his heart could only feel uncontrollably coolness.

You should ask His Majesty for clarity, or you should ask Him to confirm...

But, this news...

Can it be sent to the capital?

Ron didn't know, nor did he want to know.

He had the honor of seeing His Majesty's...boots once.

It was a pair of plain, all-metal thick armor heavy boots.

If he hadn't known that the boots were worn on the feet of Agrant III, he wouldn't have believed that Agrant III, who commanded the vast kingdom, would have worn such simple and simple boots.

Of course, the boots were splashed with blood, steaming, and a hint of milky white viscous liquid.

Ron remembered that the day before His Majesty met him, he accidentally found that a servant in the palace was suspected to be related to a cultist.

And just a quarter of an hour before His Majesty saw him, the attendant was still alive with anxiety.

He was called to confirm the identity of the deceased.

So, under the intimidation of those boots, he really just looked at the face that had been trampled and deformed, and did not dare to take a look at it any more.

But at this time, Ron did make his decision.

"Okay, Ron, don't let dad and mom wait for a long time."

So the voice faded, and Ron was revealed alone.

"For Agrant, or for... Lord?"

Ron said to himself.
Chapter completed!