Nano Mashine

The fabric prince who was attacked by the masks died with a sword through his abdomen.

I thought, but it wasn't.

Escort Jean went around looking for the thousand duchesses as if the situation had already ended.

And when he found the boy, all around him were the bodies of masked men, whose bodies were blown away so they couldn't tell who they were.

Only one masked man is fully recovered, and a dagger in his head leads to his death.

‘This is the dagger I gave you. ’

It was a dagger that Zhang escort gave to the thousand when he was ten years old.

I didn't even teach a proper dagger because of my pledge not to teach shamanism until I joined the Maguire. It was remarkable how I defeated one person like this.

“Ah! Confucius! ”

Escort Jean found the fabric duke lying on the floor.

Judging by the blood on the floor around the thousand duchess, the injury seemed serious.

Please!

If the Thousand Duke lost his life here, I couldn't face his mother.

But it was strange.

- Lately!

“Huh?"

The voice of the thousand duchess echoes into the ears of the head master Jean escort.

Seeing the torn abdomen of your clothes, you must have been stabbed with a sword, but you picked a breath.

Escort Jang looked at the clothing of the Celestial Prince.

“No? There's no wound, is there? ”

Surprisingly, there were no wounds on the Thousand Duke's stomach that he thought would have been stabbed.

If I saw the blood that seemed stiff on the floor when the thousand duchess collapsed, I thought that I should have been seriously injured or dead, but it was even weirder than the fact that I was fine.

What the hell? ’

Nearby, the thousand duchess, who thought they might have been injured by the bodies of the masks, was fine.

‘It can't be the Pope..... There is no way the Lord will be involved in a sequence fight. Then, who killed them and saved the thousand? ’

I wanted to solve the question, but I couldn't find any clues on the trail.

After studying the trails for a long time, escort Jang collected their dead bodies and buried them on the ground, he carried the thousand on his shoulders and bowed to the bridal palace.

- Come on!

The moment Jean's escort's hand reached the body of a boy called the thousand duchess, something in his head shocked him and forced him to release his stunned state.

[Stop at self repair mode 80%.

Rise and shine, Master.]

A boy who was unconscious with a voice ringing in his head opened his eyes.

"What?"

Obviously, he should have died of lethal bleeding from the abdominal piercing of his identity into the masked man's hands, but it was on someone's shoulder.

The feeling was very familiar, but the man who was holding himself captive was the escort mascot.

“Escort Jean! ”

I thought he was dead, but when I saw escort Jean, the boy's face brightened.

At that moment, he heard another mechanical, hard voice in his head.

[You have confirmed that you are not the enemy of the user.

Disables automatic defense boundary mode.

20% of self-repair that has not yet been completed again.]

“Ugh!"

As an unknown sound echoes through his head, the boy gets a strong headache and grabs his head with both hands.

“Duke! You're awake. Are you okay?”

When the boy who was caught on his shoulder woke up, he smiled and asked how Jean was doing.

“Confucius?”

The boy who could not endure the headache eventually fainted again.

Escort Zhang, who had been calling the boy for a long time, hurried into the hall.

How much time has passed.

It was around the morning of the next morning that the boy who was unconscious woke up.

“Huff!”

The boy's whole body was soaked in cold sweat, even though he had a horrible nightmare.

But in fact, the boy did not dream anything.

The boy who recognized his body was wet stole his forehead with the back of his hand, but something sticky wasn't sweating.

“What? Huh? ”

The boy couldn't hide his surprise from seeing the sticky black liquid on the back of his hand.

The black liquid smells terrible.

“Ugh!”

The smell was so intense that my insides became dizzy.

The black liquid was not only embedded in the boy's forehead.

His whole body was sticky with black liquid, whether it had been expelled from his body.

“What the hell is this? ”

Then a voice rang out in the boy's head.

[Are you awake? Master.]

“What?"

And a voice that I hear over and over again.

[Are you awake? Master.]

“Who are you? ”

The boy was surprised and quickly got out of bed and looked around with wary eyes.

However, you will soon realize that the voice is not heard outside.

[Calm down, Master.]

Is that what's going on in my head? ’

[That's right, Master.]

“Huff!”

It was just a thought, not a word out of my mouth, but a voice ringing in my head answered as if I had heard it.

The surprised boy's face was really cold sweating.

I was extremely nervous.

It's not a consonant. ’

Heroes are a technique in which masters with internal skills secretly send their voice to certain opponents.

I had only heard the whistle once before.

It was a kind of sound wave because it was heard through the inner air.

[I don't know what a consonant is, but I'm not sending it through your ear as you might think. Master.]

“Ugh! Who are you? ”

The boy was surprised and cried out, gazing into the air.

The boy who had an amazing technique to spread his voice in his head was sure to be a tremendous master.

[I'm a seventh-generation nanomachine from the Sky Corporation, which is a central part of the master's brain.]

“What? What are you talking about? ”

The boy went beyond his common sense and asked, his face pale.

A nanomachine attached to a boy's brain recognizes that the user has no understanding of his words at all.

“Who the hell are you to me? ”

[I am a seventh-generation Nano machine.]

“Nano shots? ”

[Yes, a nanomachine.]

The boy's face became stiff.

The word "martyrdom" was taken in conjunction with the sacredness of the church.

The Bishop of the Church was given the role of communicating with such martyrdom.

“Are you sure you drink? ”

Kneeling upright to a certain position, the nano-machine attached to the boy's attitude in a trembling voice in his brain recognized that the boy was clearly mistaken.