The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 342

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟒𝟐: 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 1

World Government Conference.

It seemed like a similar spectacle to the previous UN conference, but the atmosphere and scenery were completely different.

A long table was placed in the center of the conference hall, and five people sat there.

Each of them wore different Halloween masks and sat in an arrogant posture.

A man wearing a Frankenstein mask poured the wine on the table into his mouth.

“Hehehe. What day is it today? There are more people than I expected.”

He looked around the people sitting in a circle and smiled pleasantly.

“Hey, have you forgotten already? Today is the day we judge that bastard.”

A man wearing a werewolf mask replied in an old voice.

“Oh, is it already that day? Even something like that is useful. It shows us a show like this.”

“Watch your words. The other member states are watching.”

A woman wearing a plague doctor’s crow mask looked at them and scolded them.

At her words, the Frankenstein mask looked around.

There were over a hundred representatives from each country.

However, none of the numerous representatives pointed out anything to them.

Everyone remained silent and just looked at them from afar.

The man wearing the Jason mask clicked his tongue while smoking a cigarette through the hole in his mouth.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. If you guys are too quiet, we’ll look like dictators. You should laugh or boo.”

When he said that in a harsh tone, some people burst into forced laughter.

“Hehehe. If you speak so oppressively, other people will be scared. How scary is the Jason mask you’re wearing?”

“Oh, Frankenstein. You’re saying this face is scary. This is a face that is aesthetically perfect.”

“Again, be quiet.”

The plague doctor’s mask interrupted the conversation between the two.

“You’re sensitive today. Let’s stop talking for now.”

“Let’s call ‘that bastard’ quickly. By the way, I’m starving, so when will the steak I ordered come out!”

The werewolf mask grumbled, hitting the table with the fork he was holding.

At that sight, those who were standing nearby with their hands crossed were startled and hurriedly called the kitchen via wireless.

Clank.

At that moment, a thick iron door opened and a group of people entered.

An emaciated man in handcuffs and the guards who were dragging him.

The guards saluted the five people sitting at the table and sat the man they had dragged on a shabby iron chair.

Clank.

The heavy handcuffs and the chair made a rattling sound as they collided.

The man let out a rough breath.

He seemed to have been treated harshly, as his clothes were bloody and his face was swollen here and there.

The five masks looked at him with indifferent eyes.

It was an arrogant attitude, as if a superior species were looking down on an inferior species.

“Heh heh heh. My, my. It’s been a long time. Have you been well?”

“. . . . . .”

“Looking at your complexion, it seems like you’ve been treated badly. Come here and have a glass of wine.”

The Frankenstein mask rolled the wine bottle around and chuckled.

“Hahaha! My steak came out just in time! Hey, Count Blackwood! You seem to have lost a lot of weight compared to before. Should I give you a whole piece?”

The man with the werewolf mask picked up a thick piece of steak with a fork.

Edward C. Blackwood.

〈HSIU International Headquarters〉 President Edward raised his head.

One of his eyelids was torn and couldn’t even swell, and the other eye was bloodshot because the blood vessels had burst.

He barely moved his bitten lips.

“You guys. . . Don’t you even have faces to show? You think. . . wearing masks. . . will hide. . . the ugliness within. . . No, it won’t.”

A dry voice flowed from Edward’s mouth.

The plague doctor’s mask crossed her legs, not liking his attitude.

“You’re still talking nonsense. It’s a typical excuse for losers. History belongs to the winners.”

“Hoo. . . Really? Then. . . I guess I’ll be evaluated later. . .”

“Why?”

She asked, tapping her toes.

“Well. . . You guys. . . You’ll lose. . . That’s what I’m saying.”

“Hehehe. Look, Count Blackwood. You’re talking nonsense. The war has already turned in our favor. Those who are loyal to the Demon King have seized power.”

At Frankenstein’s words, the other masks also started laughing.

“Now, now. Don’t be so angry, Frankenstein. If we do this, Count Blackwood will be upset. Look, Count.”

Jason looked at Edward, exhaling cigarette smoke.

“Just answer one question and it’ll be over. Why?”

“. . .Answer?”

“Tsk, tsk, you’re pretending not to know again. Don’t we have a question we ask every time? If you just answer that, I’ll reinstate you.”

“Hoo. . .”

A greedy light flashed through the Jason mask.

“Min Siwoo, where did that traitor to humanity go?”

“Keuk. . . Cough, cough. Are you crazy. . .”

“What’s so funny?”

When Edward twisted one side of his mouth, Jason asked, leaning his body deep into the back of the chair.

It was a situation that could be upsetting enough, but Jason and the other masks didn’t care.

Rather, they even laughed inside their masks as if Edward’s reaction was funny.

“To discuss. . . the betrayal of humanity. . . with you guys. . .”

“Huh.”

“If Siwoo comes. . . You guys will all. . . Die.”

“Hehehe. You still haven’t come to your senses, Count Blackwood.”

Frankenstein, who had been listening to the conversation, got up from his seat and walked towards Edward.

“Min Siwoo is now a wanted criminal all over the world. No matter how much you wish for it, he won’t be able to walk down the street, let alone this conference hall. The demons scattered throughout each region will kill him right away.”

He stood right in front of him and looked down at Edward with arrogant eyes.

“Now, this is your last chance, Count Blackwood. If you tell me where he’s hiding right now, I’ll reinstate you as HSIU President. Of course, we five will be in control.”

At his words, the other masks watching from behind laughed out loud.

The hundred or so heads of state surrounding them all remained silent.

Some of them were laughing and joking as members of the same ‘Bilderberg Club’, while others watched helplessly without any power.

Edward spat on the floor.

Blood-stained saliva stretched out long and flowed down his chin.

“As president. . . Reinstatement. . .”

“Hehehe. How is it? Are you not tempted? Now you don’t have to be interrogated like this. You’ll be interrogating others according to our orders.”

“Don’t I have. . . the right. . . to punish. . . on my own authority?”

“Oh, I’ll allow it if you want. Who do you want to do it to?”

Frankenstein asked in an excited voice.

“Who. . . You five heads. . .”

An irritated sigh escaped from the mask.

Frankenstein grabbed Edward’s arm.

“You’ve crossed the line. If those ‘Lie Detector Hunter’ bastards were here from the beginning, we wouldn’t have had to waste so much time.”

The ‘lie-detecting hunters’ Ging, Kang, and Teng disappeared shortly after the war began.

There was a rumor that Edward had evacuated them in anticipation of this situation, but that was also something that could not be verified.

The top five of the ‘Bilderberg Club’, who were fed the Demon King’s power, carried out their necessary tasks through torture, threats, and persuasion.

Among them, the most important mission was the whereabouts of Min Siwoo.

This mission was the highest priority not only for them but also within the demon race, so everyone was desperate to make a contribution.

“Let’s cut off his left hand first. Then the right hand. And then cut off both ankles.”

“Ugh. . .!”

“Hehehe. I wonder how much of his limbs will be left when he tells the truth. I hope you answer before you die.”

Frankenstein, who had received a sword from his subordinate, grabbed Edward’s wrist and raised the sword high.

The blade of the sword glinted in the fluorescent light.

“First, I’ll cut off this left hand—Kyaaaak!!”

At that moment, Frankenstein screamed and fell to his knees on the floor.

The right hand holding the sword was lying next to him.

Blood gushing out like a fountain drenched the upper half of Frankenstein’s body.

“What’s going on!”

“Who the hell is attacking us?!”

Jason and the werewolf shouted and jumped up from their seats like springs.

The conference hall was in chaos due to the sudden commotion.

In the midst of such a tense atmosphere, a man appeared.

“There are more maggots than I’ve seen in a while.”

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Low footsteps echoed through the huge conference hall.

“Mi-Min Siwoo! It’s Min Siwoo!!”

Someone who recognized Siwoo shouted in a hurry.

At that cry, all eyes turned to Siwoo at the same time.

“That’s Min Siwoo. . .? Did he come to turn himself in?”

“What nonsense are you talking about? What are the guards doing!!”

Jason’s mutter was met with an annoyed response from the plague doctor.

“Keuk. . .!! Damn wanted criminal. . .!”

Frankenstein rolled his eyeballs, covering his wrist.

No one dared to talk back to him now.

It was the same for any prime minister, president, or king of any country.

The top five of the ‘Bilderberg Club’ were practically the de facto rulers of the world.

So in his eyes, Min Siwoo was nothing more than an ant fighting against a great power.

“Who dared to point a knife at my friend?”

Siwoo approached him and looked down at Frankenstein with cold and indifferent eyes.

“You crazy bastard. . .! You’re a criminal all over the world! Do you know that?! How dare you point a sword at me. . .!!”

“What are the charges?”

“Betrayal of humanity! You traitorous bastard!!”

At that moment, dozens of people rushed into the conference hall and surrounded Siwoo.

All of them were hunters who had fallen for the ‘Bilderberg Club’s’ persuasion.

“Hehehe. I don’t know how skilled you are, but we have the Demon King’s protection. If you want to surrender, do it nowㅡ”

Puuuk!!

At that moment, the pure white blade of the Muramasa pierced Frankenstein’s forehead.

“Keuk?!”

“You talk too much.”

As Siwoo pulled out his sword, blood gushed out from under the mask.

For a moment, silence filled the conference hall.

“Ah. . .”

A short sigh escaped from someone’s mouth.

Something unimaginable had happened.

“Hey. . . You’re late. . .”

“Sorry. I came as soon as I could.”

“Hoo. . . If you can’t even speak. . . Goblin. . . absenteeism. . . you bastard.”

At Edward’s swearing, Siwoo smiled broadly and reached out his hand.

Warm heat emanated from his fingertips, and golden mana enveloped Edward’s body.

“Are you okay now?”

“Thanks to you, you troll booger.”

Edward, whose complexion had returned, replied, raising one side of his mouth.

“W-What is this! A wanted criminal killing a world government official!”

The plague doctor, who had risen from the table, shouted, glaring at Siwoo.

“What are you doing? Arrest Min Siwoo and Edward for treason!!”

As Jason, who was next to her, gave an order to the hunters guarding the president, the hunters who had been hesitating gathered their mana towards Siwoo.

“That’s funny.”

Siwoo chuckled.

“What’s funny? Being charged with treason?!”

“No, it’s about trying to uphold the law and principles.”

“Hoohoohoo. The legitimacy of the law and principles is recognized when they are followed at times like this.”

“Really? Is that true?”

“. . . . . .”

At Siwoo’s question, the plague doctor felt something ominous and closed her mouth.

“Then, let’s punish those who colluded with the demon race in accordance with the HSIU international law, following the law and principles.”

“Hoohoohoo. You’re talking nonsense. You’re a wanted criminal, not the HSIU President!”

“Aha. Then who is the person next to me?”

The plague doctor’s gaze shifted to the side.

Edward.

“I have not been officially ‘dismissed’, so as HSIU President, I permit you to be summarily executed.”

“No!! We, the five of us, dismissed you!”

The plague doctor exclaimed urgently.

Siwoo opened his mouth with a smirk, as if he had been waiting for those words.

“By what right do you speak of the dismissal and reinstatement of the HSIU President?”

“That’s because we represent the world governmentㅡ”

“The HSIU President is decided through the HSIU’s higher-ranked Hunters and the board of directors. And the opinion of me, another President, is essential.”

“What, what are you. . .!”

“To put it simply, it’s invalid.”

“W, wait a minute!! This isㅡ!”

Before she could finish her words, the blade of the Muramasa drew a pure white trajectory.

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