丰满多水的寡妇

“Yeah. At this point, he seems to have the highest possibility. He had the sword that even Bluebeard and dragons recognized. Even if we underestimate him, he’s at a legendary level. If not,”

Divine level.

If it truly was a divine-level sword, the probability of it being the ‘God’s Sword’ was high. However, what exactly was the ‘God’s Sword’?

Until that problem was properly solved, it was not something to be stated recklessly.

Because it’s Middle Earth, you know.”

As the three fell into contemplation once again, Blaugrunn’s hand had flipped through the last pages of the book.

“It’s the end.”

By now, a considerable number of the pages were blank.

“There doesn’t seem to be much information with just this.”

“Since there must be a lot of information in the Dark Elves’ records, there might be something he, as their chieftain, can offer.”

“Hmm, do we need to collaborate with that side as well?”

In reality, there are still many books to go through.

However, the writings were unreadable to Leeha, Kidd, and Luger.

They would have to cross the borderless land and make their way to the Dark Elf forest to seek interpretation there.

“Um, Leeha-nim!?”

“Yes?”

“Here! On the last page-“

Blaugrunn pointed to the final page. The gazes of the three once again focused on it.

[I can no longer write. But what about this? Can these memories be erased? I seek the power of God to avoid the power of the Matan. I hope the curse of being Matan’s Shooter will be broken from me, but knowing it is unlikely, I am deeply saddened.

So there is only one thing I can prepare for: to pass this journal on to the future Matan’s Shooter.

May you not make the same mistake as I did.

And my son, carlos, please remember your father.

And this… it’s a magic mark.]

Below the words, there was a very small magic circle drawn that even Leeha, Kidd, and Luger might have missed if Blaugrunn hadn’t pointed it out.

“Wants to avoid the power of the Matan? Then, to avoid the eyes of the unknown ‘watcher’ from earlier-“

“It would be a Tale of barely hiding.”

“Hong, still, that guy seems to be quite quick-witted. Well, perhaps that’s why he became the Matan’s Shooter.”

The three immediately drew their weapons.

Inserting magazines, pulling triggers, they swiftly assumed a combat-ready posture, which caught Blaugrunn off guard.

“Ha Leeha, what are you doing?”

“What am I doing? I am preparing just in case, as we do not know what might happen.”

“This, this… are you going to trigger it?”

“Huh? Why are you speaking such obvious nonsense? Haha. Blaugrunn, just in case, cast your spell and step aside.”

“What kind of magic is this?”

“You used the power of God to cast it, and you think it might be some kind of trap? Hurry, step aside, we have no time.”

Leeha took Blaugrunn and moved him to the side.

Although treated like a toy, Blaugrunn did not resist.

Knowing Leeha’s nature well, the partner cautiously began casting the magic.

“Are you ready?”

Leeha clenched the Black Bass. with Kidd holding Crimson Geckos and Luger holding Cobalt Blue Python by his side.

“All we need is for you to do well.”

“Kidd made a good point for the first time in a while. Also, stop pretending to be a leader all the time. Like I said before, I am the first to become one of the Three Musketeers-“

“Let’s go!”

Ignoring Luger’s words, Leeha clicked on the magic circle.

“Ah?!”

[Le-]

That

“My, my body-“

At that moment, a brilliant light engulfed the three.

“Ha, Leeha! Leeha!”

Blaugrunn’s voice faintly reached Leeha, but he could not look at that place. Surrounded by a sensation of everything melting and blurring, his field of vision gradually darkened.

“Damn, holy magic – was it a trap here too…,” Leeha muttered, once again getting annoyed by the malicious(?) actions of Middle Earth.

=Tock, how long are you going to pretend to sleep, friend?

Hearing a grating voice that made his whole body feel unpleasant, he slowly opened his eyes. His groggy body seemed unresponsive as if it didn’t want to move as he wished.

“What is this?”

It was quite dark around him. The speed of his eyelids opening seemed delayed compared to his thoughts. Suddenly, he jerked his body up.

“Huh? My body-”

But that action was not what he intended. It was the feeling of his body being forced to rise!

What’s more surprising was that it wasn’t just that.

“Noisy, Zamiel. It’s not pretending to sleep, I’ve actually fallen asleep. It seems like quite a tired journey.”

“What’s with this voice?”

Leeha clearly felt a muffled sensation in his mouth. However, neither the action of mumbling nor the voice coming from inside was his own intention, nor was it his own. Only then did he realize. From the scenery around him to the ground beneath his feet, everything had changed.

“This – is not my body, right? Then when I touched that journal earlier, was it activated by a magic?”

Was it a magic that forcibly transferred memories? Maybe Max Hescok used a kind of memory recording magic that saved from a specific part to play to a specific part?

He wanted to look around, but it wasn’t as he wished. Everything he saw, heard, said, and did was only progressing through the setting of a character named “Max Hescok.”

It was quite intriguing.

“Wow, really. It feels like watching a movie, not just playing a game. It’s an incredibly realistic first-person movie.”

At the same time, he also pondered about the whereabouts of the two people.

Kidd and Luger. Are they watching and listening to the same things as him?

“Kidd! Luger!”

He tried to call out to them, but it didn’t happen as he wanted.

“Max Hescok’s mouth didn’t move at all, and there was no reverberation in his voice either.”

“Kreok.”

Instantly, Max’s body wavered. Leeha felt a throbbing sensation in his own head as well.

“Is this suddenly a migraine?) It was a pain on a different level from the sickness, dizziness, or headache such as cold or flu.

He had adjusted the synchronization rate to 100%, but even when reproducing someone else’s memory, did he feel the pain the same way?

=Kreuk…, it’s been over three months already. At least praise my self-control. But now, it seems like it’s time to use it.=

“Shut up, Zamiel. I won’t shoot the martian.”

=If you don’t shoot, your body will disintegrate.=

“Hah, ridiculous. Are you saying that my body will return to normal if I shoot? You should know better that it’s not going to happen.”

=Oh, is this my fault? I didn’t force anyone on that day! The one holding that could have been Max, not you, maybe Rhonda Brown, or John Holiday! Weren’t you the most curious one among the three? Isn’t that right?= Although the appearance wasn’t visible, the voice of the entity called “Zamiel” was also audible to Leeha. And at the moment when he mentioned the names of the two people, Leeha could clearly feel the emotional change in ‘Max Hescok.’

“Shut up!”

It was a complete liveliness beyond anger.

The headache felt like his eyes were about to pop out, as if the temples were being pierced and penetrated on both sides, yet amidst this, Max Hescok’s movements were as fast as lightning.

Suddenly moving, what he grabbed with a swoop was something long.

Because his movement was perfectly in sync with Leeha’s body, Leeha could also figure it out.

“It’s a gun.”

He picked up the gun leaning against the tree and loaded the bullet.

Was the magazine already inserted? Leeha also felt the trigger being pulled.

The feeling of the bullet being chambered with a clack was also evident.

The naturally flowing series of actions was so smooth that even Leeha was impressed.

It was evident that handling something as difficult as the gun with its weight distribution, awkwardly long shape, and the sense of touch in hand could be so skillfully done!

Before Leeha’s admiration could finish, Max had already finished loading.

“I must have warned you before. If you mention those names again… Zamiel, I won’t let you off either.”

=I’m sorry. Truly. I mean it=

The only regret to both Max and Leeha, who were perfectly synchronized, was that the existence called “Zamiel” was not visible.

‘Tsk, I wanted to see you. Probably that Zamiel being mentioned in the journal is…something like surveillance?’

Did Max accept Zamiel’s sincere apology?

As the simmering anger subsided, when Leeha could also feel it, Max released the aim, and at that moment, the firearm that Max held in his eyes became fully visible to Leeha.

At that moment, any regrets about not seeing Zamiel vanished completely. What Leeha saw in his eyes. If Luger had been in that position, he would have surely lunged at Leeha once again.

“Oh, ooooh, woah, what’s this? A gun?!”

The barrel of the firearm that Max Hescok was holding was unusually long.

The gun barrel that seemed to suck in even the moonlight was definitely something Leeha had seen before.

“Miss Elizabeth… No, that thing Elizabeth Hescok was holding!”

Was it a matter of lineage?

However, Leeha already knew that allegiance did not follow bloodline.

Above all, Elizabeth was not the Matan’s Shooter.

“How can Elizabeth’s gun- no, the fact that Elizabeth’s gun is the Matan’s Shooter?”

Despite his mind being in chaos, Leeha soon calmly organized the situation. It couldn’t be true.

As the successor of [Accuracy], wasn’t he the one who knew the most among the new generation three musketeers?

“Yeah, it can’t be true. It’s clearly Kyle who’s Matan’s Shooter. So how… could Elizabeth use the shooter’s firearm? Because of the bloodline? Because she shares the same lineage as Max Hescok, she can use the firearm? No, that’s absurd!”

In that case, in Middle Earth, only those with Hescok lineage could become Matan’s Shooter.

If that were the case, wouldn’t it mean that users couldn’t become Matan’s Shooter in the first place?

In other words, it was a valid assumption that it couldn’t be true.

“Fascinating. Just like Zamiel said, and when I look at the diary of the Matan’s Shooter from earlier, it’s clear that this firearm is an item for transitioning into the shooter.”

Since Leeha could also understand Zamiel’s perspective from Max’s point of view, he clearly remembered it.

Three people.

Rhonda Brown, John Holiday, and Max Hescok.

Among the three, the curious Max Hescok “grabbed this gun.”

“So he’s enduring all this pain… that’s how he put it. Probably won’t be wrong up to this point.”

Leeha began to feel curious about Elizabeth and Kyle’s relationship once again. Can someone who is not a Matan’s Shooter use the firearm of the Matan’s Shooter?

“Wow, ridiculous. But if it was that kind of gun, you should’ve told me earlier! It was way better than Black Bass! No, no, you should’ve just pretended not to know when learning Curv Shot!”

Did they then transition into being Matan’s Shooter?

As Leeha was indulging in whimsical imaginations, Max Hescok’s body was already moving somewhere, cutting across the surroundings.

The scenery around him was both familiar and unfamiliar to Leeha.

= As if calling it a Dark Elf forest would make it any better.=

“I knew you were trembling in your voice.”

Only now did Leeha realize it. The Dark Elf forest!

“Oh, I see. The terrain around has changed a bit… but are they still hiding and living here? But this guy Max has been with this person called Zamiel for a long time.”