She once sneaked into a dark church with all the lights turned off.
Like a woman who has just removed her makeup after wearing heavy makeup for a long time, the bare face of the church looks extremely gloomy and tired at night. Irel felt a similar feeling in the cold air of the Temple she had just snuck into.
With every breath, the cold air radiating from the pillars and marble floors made her hair stand on end, and the scent of incense that hung in the air stung her lungs. It was an extremely insecure feeling.
It feels like being a stupid creature doing some taboo. A crisis like having to quickly turn back before touching the sleeping lion's whiskers...
Bang—!!
“Ah ah!!”
A sudden sharp crash broke the silence, making Irel really startled. Turning around as if she had been electrocuted, she saw Varkan, half in darkness, standing in a tilted position.
"You freak me out! Oh my God!"
It seems
him
pushed down and broke a statue placed on a marble pedestal. Irel just scolded
him
Because he made a loud noise, he frowned.
"Why did you break that? Did you accidentally?"
"Are not."
"Then?"
“It's just, I don't like it.”
It kept staring at me.
Varkan said that and then blushed shyly. Looking at that brazen face, Irel was speechless.
The Varkan before her eyes was dressed in a black shirt and pants from top to bottom, an outfit perfect for infiltration. But no matter how perfect the clothes are, so what?
Him
keep making loud noises as if advertising:
I'm here!
Following this man makes me crazy.
Irel looked at the elegant marble pedestal with sad eyes. In that empty place, only the gold-engraved nameplate remained, lonely and sparkling in the moonlight.
Irel did not know. Paulo Christopher is an existence like the Leonardo da Vinci of this world, and one of his works is as valuable as an entire mansion.
In particular, Paulo Christopher's area of expertise is beautiful plaster statues depicting myths related to the God Hashba. But because the devil Varkan used his elbow to push it down, causing it to shatter, the statue's pedestal was completely empty.
Unfortunately, Varkan doesn't seem satisfied with destroying a mansion. See
him
Reaching out towards the next statue, Irel exclaimed in horror.
“Wait… What are you doing?!”
Varkan shrugged and looked at her. Then, like a cat knocking over a glass of water in front of its owner,
him
calmly reached out and pushed the next statue to the floor.
Bang—!!
I'm crazy.
Irel was completely unable to understand Varkan's crazy actions. If he had secretly infiltrated the Temple, he should have moved as gingerly as a mouse. But she couldn't bear the scene any longer
him
keep destroying innocent statues as if they were "destroying the island."
"Stop! What if someone comes?"
In the crisis of being exposed, Irel forgot to be afraid and scolded
him
. However, Varkan chuckled as if he was playing a joke, then responded.
“Let them come, just come.”
If only it were like that.
Him
shrugged and pushed down another statue. Thanks to that, Paulo Christopher's masterpieces kept by the Temple quickly returned to dust and pebbles.
Irel looked at Varkan's brazen face with bored eyes. Seeing the triumphant look on his face
him
, she couldn't help but say a word that made her feel uncomfortable in her heart.
“You did well, really.”
[Ting! The effect of the Item ‘Moonlight Nightingale Hairpin’ is activated. The praise of you, the owner of this clip, will increase its effectiveness by 80%.]
This crazy hair clip! Why activate now!!
Irel quickly grasped the hairpin tightly, but Varkan's face had a satisfied smile.
“Hmm, there's no need to praise that much.”
Ignore everything.
Irel resigned and covered his ears with both hands. And giving a final warning has no effect.
“If discovered, I will not be responsible.”
Of course, that is a redundant statement. If the people working in the Temple weren't deaf, there's no way they wouldn't have heard that deafening sound.
However, Varkan, who was a predator at the top of the ecological chain from birth, thought differently. If discovered, the worst thing is to kill them. If we clean up all the witnesses and leave no one remaining, wouldn't that be a perfect case?
So there's no reason to
him
have to endure unpleasant things. Varkan even rolled up his sleeves and started systematically destroying the statue. Thanks to that, the marble corridor that once displayed noble works of art quickly became desolate.
Which is strange. Why didn't anyone come?
Even though she was covering her ears, Irel still tilted her head in wonder. At this rate, all the officials in the Temple should have jumped up and run. But the surroundings were strangely quiet.
Right then. A strange scent, following a strong wind, drifted from inside the hallway, making her nose sting.
“Hmm?”
Irel reflexively wrinkled her nose and took a deep breath. And she quickly realized the source of that burning smell.
“This is… the smell of burning?”
As soon as the question left his mouth, a loud noise rang out from the opposite side.
Department… Department… Department gang—!!!
“Oh mom!!”
It was a loud bang that couldn't be compared to smashing a few statues. The air shook, the ground shook, causing Irel to almost fall. Luckily, before she fell to the floor full of debris, a large arm wrapped around her waist.
“You have to be careful.”
Him
Lifted her up gently like a rag doll and held her in one arm. Anyway, the floor is a mess, so it's better to hug her. Receiver is inherently a weak creature, always in need of care.
Irel, who was suddenly hugging her neck
him
, take a deep breath to calm your racing heart. She looked at the building opposite where the explosion occurred and asked.
“Oh my god, what is going on?”
Varkan casually shrugged as an answer. Look at his unsurprised face
him
, clearly this was an arranged situation.
Pang—!! Pang!! Bureau… Bureau gang—!!!
…No matter what. When will it stop exploding? Maybe
him
Are you planning to blow up the entire Temple?
No, more importantly, what if Michael was there? Irel, stunned by the explosion, suddenly woke up. She tremblingly raised her head and saw Varkan calmly opening his mouth, as if he had expected it.
“Don't worry. Michael Elorance… no, my brother-in-law is not here.”
"Huh? So where is he?"
“We have to find out about that now.”
Having said that, Varkan rummaged around in his lap and took out a cigar with one hand. Scene
him
Tilting your head, lighting it with your fingertips and holding it in your mouth have become familiar.
Irel predicted that the smell of the cigar would be spicy, harsh but fragrant, lingering afterward. But the scent that wafted through her nose this time was endlessly sweet.
"UMBRELLA?"
By the way, the shape of the cigar also seems different from before. Irel, lying in my arms
him
, staring at the mouth
him
, Varkan smirked as if she was very cute.
[Ting! Varkan's favorability increased by 4 points.]
Simultaneously with the announcement, Varkan's face returned to indifference. And
him
gave an unexpected answer to Irel's question.
“It's a nicotine-free cigar.”
"…Huh?"
A truth that she could not expect. Varkan has a charming yet ruthless appearance, like an Italian Mafia boss. So that cigar
him
always fits very well
him
. Self
him
also a heavy smoker.
But now
him
Smoking nicotine-free cigars again! Irel found that strange and amusing, she unintentionally burst into laughter.
"What is it? Are you starting to worry about your health now?"
Him
indifferently looked at her face, giggling like a little girl. And frowned, as if dissatisfied.
“Heartless thing, doesn't understand other people's feelings at all.”
[Ting! Varkan's favorability decreased by 2 points.]
Sure enough, the favorability of
him
as capricious as its owner. Right when Irel was feeling confused because her index suddenly increased and then decreased.
“Dear Sir.”
Suddenly, a small voice rang out from below. She lowered her head to look and saw a wooden puppet just as tall as Varkan's knee pulling on his pants leg
him
.
"I found the middle manager of the Temple. I'm driving him towards it."
Pessuss's puppet moved its mouth. Varkan nodded and took one last deep breath. In the darkness, your sexy lips
him
squeeze the tip of the cigar tightly, and a bright red tobacco flame burns from the tip.
“Let me down, Varkan.”
Varkan was still holding her with one arm as if she were a child. It was unclear what was about to happen, but Irel felt a sense of foreboding, she used her hand to support her shoulder
him
and twisted.
“I said put me down.”
However, Varkan not only did not let her down, but also tightened his arm, keeping her tightly attached to him
him
.
“What if I don't want to?”
What's wrong with this man? Irel looked dissatisfied
him
while her feet remained suspended in mid-air. Varkan smiled brightly and tilted his head.
“Don't you think it's too late to run away?”
“No, I just told you to put me down…”
"Just lie quietly in my lap. I'll show you something interesting."
At the same time, the puppet sent by Pessuss moved its mouth.
“He's coming, Big Brother.”
Varkan took one last deep breath, then used one hand to flick the cigar onto the floor. As soon as the fire touched the ground, the entire Temple shook violently as if a volcano was erupting.