Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 280

Episode 280 Things Money Can’t Buy (2)

“What if I gave you a chance to talk to your daughter?”

“……!”

“Then what can you give me?”

Damian’s eyes widened at Vikir’s words.

The daughter I never forgot even in my dreams. If only such a daughter could come back and talk to her once more. If so, what is the price you cannot pay as a father?

“Ooh, if my daughter wakes up. Oh, if that’s possible, I’ll never be mad at her again. I’ll let her know that I love her unconditionally. And whatever choice she makes, I’ll respect her.” Forgive him for the rest of his life…”

“No. What can you give me?”

Vikir cut off Damian’s confession.

This side is not a priest, and there is no particular duty to listen to the regrets of an incompetent father.

“…”

Damian’s expression changed to dazed for an instant, then came back.

He has met countless people who have been asking for money and telling their stories in detail.

Wanting an investment, offering to pay interest, asking for a delay in repayment of debt, or asking for family members such as parents, spouses, children, etc. to be sick…

But every time Damian thought about it.

‘What do you mean?’

It’s their case, not this side.

In order to make a deal, you have to convince the other party, and what is essential in the process is the process of convincing the other party that this transaction is for the benefit of both parties.

The category of benefits does not include the detailed stories of the regretful side.

Demian, who had made countless cold-hearted transactions, finally regained his original stance.

“If you return my daughter to her original state… I can hand over everything within my reach.”

Damian spoke without hesitation.

It seemed like a resolution that had been forged a long time ago.

But Bikir shook his head.

“I didn’t say that it would be returned to its original state.”

“……?”

“It’s what makes conversation possible.”

An uneasy light flashed across Damian’s face.

“Couldn’t you kill me and my daughter to have a conversation with the spirits or something like that?”

“That would be one way.”

“……hey.”

“But it’s not the best option. Above all, it’s non-refundable if you’re not satisfied with the results.”

Bikir got up from his seat. Then he turned behind the fluttering curtains.

When Damian pulled Booth up, Vikir was already gone.

but.

“Dying is not atonement, it’s just an escape. Repent responsibly until the end.”

Only the muddy voice that seemed to ring directly in my head lingered in my ears.

* * *

Exactly one month later.

Bikir visited Damian’s mansion.

A gap that appears like a thread on the outer edge of the strict boundary.

As I entered the depths of the mansion through the gap, I saw Damian standing there nervously.

He was spinning around in place, fidgeting like a rabbit with a pocket watch.

Before long, Damian, who found Bikir, said in a voice that seemed to be suppressed.

“……You’re late.”

“This came quickly.”

A short greeting is shared.

Vikir was guided by Damian to the deep bedroom of the annex.

Soon, a large, soft bed caught my eye.

Temperature Humidity Lighting Center of a room filled with soothing scented candles.

A woman lay with her eyes closed.

Long white hair that looks messy. Clear skin, big eyes and long eyelashes.

Juliet. Bourgeois Juliet. Damian’s only daughter. One of the two girls aiming for the next family head. A genius girl who was once considered the closest to the next family head.

“…”

Bikir stared at Juliet’s sleeping face.

‘It’s a face I’ve seen somewhere.’

obviously familiar

When Bikir ponders for a moment where he saw this woman’s face.

“Is it necessary to wake up my daughter? Staring at the sleeping lady’s face like that.”

Damian asked in an anxious voice from the side.

When Bikir heard that, he took his eyes off Juliet’s face.

“You may come out now.”

Before long, Bikir’s cloak was lifted and someone wiggled out from within.

It was a Pomeranian.

Damian looked at Pomerian with an absurd face.

“…Something about this kid? He looks too young.”

“I am the sorcerer who will summon your daughter. If you want to talk to her, stay still.”

Vikir dismissed Damian’s many questions as if they were annoying.

Eventually, Bikir spoke with the Pomerian at eye level.

“Pomerian. Your soul sensitivity is the best. Can you do it?”

“Uh! Samchun!”

“It’s not Samchun, it’s Uncle. Anyway, let’s do what we said before.”

Bikir, Pomerian, and Damian walked over to the middle of the bed and stood looking down at Juliet.

The Pomerian, who had been looking at Juliet for a long time, opened her mouth.

“Your sister. You have no soul.”

Damian was startled by those words.

“W You don’t have a soul!? What is that!?”

“Eh… it’s gone. It’s somewhere else.”

“What did you mean by that? Huh? Child. Please speak a little longer!”

Damian met Pomerian at eye level with a kneeling attitude.

Bikir then translated.

“Your daughter is currently a living soul and wandering elsewhere. She has not been able to go to either this world or the next world.”

“A new soul? What is it?”

“The body is alive, but only the soul is wandering elsewhere. They think they are dead.”

Bikir looked at the Pomerian and said.

“Since the living spirit knows that it is dead, it wonders why it cannot go to the underworld. Perhaps even worse, it mistakenly thinks that it is still alive.”

“Then what should I do!”

“How do I do it. Isn’t that why I called a sorcerer?”

Bikir said while stroking the Pomeranian’s head.

“My child. Can you bring the owner of this body who has become a living spirit here? In visible form, if possible.”

“Ugh…… If you use the tree Samchun gave you the other day, you’ll be fine!”

Pomeranian replied cheerfully.

Before long, she closed her eyes and began to pump up mana.

The qualities of a natural warlock.

His skills in reviving dead rats and scarabs with the black magic he learned over his shoulder had grown even further while he was in the Baskervilles.

furthermore.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu……

A black aura rose from behind the Pomerian, forming the shape of a tree.

Wraith Tree.

It was an ancient artifact that Vikir had previously retrieved from the Tomb of the Blade, and was one of the few oparts left by the legendary warlock Morgue Tjersi.

‘Are you finally seeing the effect?’

Bikir nodded.

The Wraith Tree, rooted in Pomerian’s image, began to shake its stem and leaves in response to her talents and qualities.

‘It had a form then, but now it has no form.’

[Originally, ancient oparts come and go and sometimes don’t exist.]

Dekarabia, who appeared after a while, intervened.

Bikir shoved him back into his chest and focused on the Pomeranian.

yet.

“I’m kicking my sister! I’m at the entrance of the forest at the end of the fucking road! Under a large tree split as soon as lightning strikes!”

Then Damian’s eyes widened.

“That’s where my daughter got into a wagon accident! At the end of the highway! Where there’s a giant tree split by lightning!”

“No, please be quiet.”

Vikir gave Damian a face-down and turned his head again.

Before long, black mana began to gather at Pomerian’s fingertips.

The power to exercise dominion over anything related to the soul, whether it be a specter or a living spirit.

The leaves and stems of the Wraith Tree stretched out and were calling living spirits from far away to this place.

And before long, something translucent appeared before everyone’s eyes.

[……what? Here?]

Juliet. A tragic heroine appeared.

“Daughter!?”

Damian was about to jump out of his seat.

Moment. He hesitated.

“Huh? It’s worth it again. I’m sure my sister brought it here.”

At the same time as Pomerian tilted his head.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu……

Another soul appeared beside Juliet with a bewildered expression.

It was Romeo.

* * *

[…So that’s how it happened.]

Juliet nodded.

After hearing all the circumstances from Damian, she looked down at her body lying on the bed.

A body that breathes quietly. But since love and soul have been lost, living is not living anymore.

Damian was on his knees in front of Juliet, weeping bloody tears.

“Daughter, I was wrong. Please never forgive this poor father who ignored your feelings and acted arbitrarily for insignificant reasons.”

[……Wake up, Father.]

Juliet stretched out her hand. Damian lifted his head involuntarily, guided by her hand.

Romeo’s spirit stood beside him.

Damian also expressed his deep apologies to him.

“You have nothing to say even if you have ten mouths. I’m sorry. I’m a poor craftsman.”

Hearing this, Romeo’s eyes widened.

So was Juliet.

[father! No way……?]

“No way. You two are already a couple. I decided to think that my approval would be of no importance.”

Tears welled up in Romeo and Juliet’s eyes.

[Thank you, Father. Thank you!]

“I… I’m thankful. For raising me so beautifully. For calling my poor father ‘Father’.”

Damian expressed his regret and regret in a voice that seemed to break his guts.

Juliet and Romeo nodded and wept.

Although it was a very emotional scene, the father, daughter-in-law, and son-in-law resolving old regrets.

“There’s no time. Hurry up and finish the business.”

Bikir dismissed all of this briefly.

Damian turned his head with a puzzled expression.

“No hour? What do you mean? My daughter’s spirit has just returned?”

“Not that side. The man’s side.”

At Bikir’s words, Damian and Juliet’s eyes turned to Romeo.

[…]

Come to think of it, Romeo hadn’t said anything since a while ago.

Vikir briefly explained what he had heard from Pomerian.

“Looks like the man is completely dead and the woman is only half dead, so they can’t stay together for a long time. They forcibly brought the thing that was under the curse of the place of death to this place, so now it’s time to go completely to the afterlife.”

“What!? Why are you telling me that now!”

“Wouldn’t it be okay if I could only bring my daughter’s soul?”

“Why doesn’t it matter! My son-in-law is going to the afterlife now!”

“You killed what I killed, so why do you want me?”

At Vikir’s tip, Damian couldn’t refute, only his mouth twitching.

Pomeranian shook his head.

“If you do, you have to go to the underworld. That’s right. It’s the law.”

Just as he said, Romeo’s body was getting blurry as time went by.

Unlike Juliet, who still has a living body.

[……Honey, don’t leave me alone. Please! I can’t live in a world without you!]

Juliet hugged Romeo and sobbed, and

Damian again tore his hair and berated himself,

“Ah, I broke this couple up again! What a selfish and foolish fool I am!”

Now Romeo crosses the gates of death and leaves for the world beyond.

And he will never be able to return.

But Juliet, a living soul, cannot follow him.

The link with the living body is still there. Juliet and Romeo caress each other’s faces and just weep bitterly,

and Damian is again deeply regretting his decision to separate his daughter twice.

”

Never again…” .. I swore I would never make my daughter cry again… I swore I would never have the same regret twice… Ah, how can I be such a greedy pig?” I thought I was already at the bottom,

but There was a basement. The layer of regret is so deep and deep.

When Damian was suffering from endless self-blame…

Chin!

There was a hand on his shoulder.

Vikir.

He looked back at Damian, He opened his mouth,

“It’s time to let go of his daughter.”

There are only two places where the father hears this.

A wedding hall and a funeral hall.

In a situation where these two places, which should not be related at all, are exquisitely harmonized

“. .. … …”

Damien’s pupils were shaking more than ever.