The sharp bone blade pierced into the chest.

Blood overflowed from the tear in the dress, dyeing Gawain's entire arm red.

Red hijab.

Red wedding dress.

Bright red blood.

A faint sigh.

"You have lifted the veil of the slave family, and now you want to kill the slave family again, Mr. Lang~ you are really heartless."

The voice fell.

The red hijab that was covered on the head was slightly blown up by the wind.

The soft and melancholy sound made Gawain feel uncomfortable in his heart. The little corners exposed under the red hijab made him look in a daze.

Beautiful!

What Gawain should be more concerned about now is his own situation.

The left hand obviously has a claw sheath.

But what came from the palm of his hand was the slippery and tender feeling that penetrated the other person's body.

This absurd contrast constantly stimulates Gawain's brain.

'Is it invalid?'

The power of the dead crow in his body kept flowing towards the ghoul claw on his left hand, trying to cause more damage.

But Gawain's eyes were attracted by the red hijab.

What's below?

That woman?

Thinking of the beautiful facial features I had glimpsed before...

Gawain clenched his fingers tightly, and the sharp bone blade directly ripped open the wedding dress.

His eyes were still staring at the red hijab in front of him.

Want to see it!

It would be nice to just take one more look!

Where is the wind?

Blow it out a little more!

Just a little bit different!

As if he heard Gawain's inner cry, another breeze blew in the silent woods.

But this time, it still only blew the corners of the hijab.

how so!

Gawain's eyes became blank.

He personally killed the unique elf in the world in front of him, but couldn't even see her for the last time before she died?

Gawain wanted to take out his hand.

He didn't want the other party to die like this.

He greedily wanted to possess that woman's nearly perfect genes, and despicably wanted to let his own genes contaminate that stunning perfection...

But at this moment.

A touch of cloud sleeves held his wrist.

Under the red hijab.

There was a faint sigh.

"Mr. Lang has been staring at the slave family..."

'Wait! What's going on?'

"Mr. Lang, do you want to see the slave's face?"

'Damn it, why did I just have the idea that I can kill the four-sequence monster with one claw?'

Sanity begins to return.

Thinking of those previous thoughts, Gawain's first reaction was not to be afraid, but to feel that he was a tease!

"Since Lang Jun wants to see it, the Nu family will not disrespect Lang Jun. The Nu family will take off this annoying hijab and hand it to Lang Jun..."

As she spoke, Hong Wedding Dress's other hand had already gone to lift her hijab.

'No! Don't lift it! Don't destroy your perfect image in my heart!'

This time, the world in front of him did not obey Gawain's ideas.

'She' lightly opened it along the lower corners, exposing her entire 'face' to Gawain's eyes.

Deathly silence.

Silent world.

All that caught his eye was Gawain's extremely constricted pupils due to fear.

and a helpless sigh.

"What's wrong with Mr. Lang? Isn't the slave's family beautiful?"

"..."

"Why don't you speak, Mr. Lang..."

"..."

"Oh, I have remembered it, I have remembered it."

It was scary at first, then a little playful.

In the end, it turned into a gloomy chuckle.

"I'm just wearing clothes, but I have no face."

Under the red hijab, there is nothing.

Only the part covered by clothing slightly showed the outline of a woman.

Now, the silhouette of this woman is smiling and communicating with Gawain.

"I'm just wearing clothes..."

...

real world.

"puff...."

Gawain spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell limply to the ground, and fainted.

There was a little bit of white light lingering on his chest. It was the golden bell he had taken from the thatched house to play with, and it had played some role in the previous illusion.

And now, this golden bell is warming Gawain's body again.

After an unknown amount of time, the brilliance of the golden bell began to fade.

Under the moonlight.

A big red sedan chair appeared next to Gawain from far to near.

No one spoke.

The figures holding umbrellas next to the sedan chair separated into two groups and walked to Gawain to help him up.

Stretch out their translucent hands to help.

Then....

‘Boom!’

The green bell sang, and the shadow of the golden bell flashed around Gawain.

The figure who touched the surface of the green bell howled.

Silent wail.

Their movements are like a pantomime performance.

Until the whole person was burned by golden flames and turned into ashes scattered between heaven and earth.

"..."

"..."
To be continued...