Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 291

Episode 291 Heirs (1)

…Thump!

sixth demon. ‘Worthless’ Belial.

The scene of his huge head falling was what countless great heroes throughout mankind in the past life wanted to see even at the cost of their lives.

Vikir leaned against the wall as he watched the demon’s body die.

I barely escaped falling.

And as a result, he was able to see the end of Belial until the very end.

‘…With this, the brains of the Demon Union have disappeared.’

The long war between the demon army and the human union.

The years from the end of the age of destruction, when corpses formed mountains and blood to seas, until humans gained a mere semblance of victory.

Belial, the entity that had done the most tactical damage to the Human Alliance throughout all those years, and caused the most civilian casualties, was eliminated.

Now that both Dantalian and Belial, who had disrupted the human union with their cunning brains, had disappeared, Vikir’s shoulders felt much lighter.

“Are you all right!?”

Dolores hurriedly ran in and helped Vikir.

Bikir spoke briefly to her.

“Rather than that. The time is almost up.”

“Yes? Time? What time… Ah!”

Dolores finally figured it out.

Now, this place is inside a huge vault, and there is a limit to how long you can stay.

Dolores took a deep breath as she pulled out a pocket watch buried in a pile of gold coins.

“The vault door will open soon!”

When the vault door is opened, it is certain that the bourgeois vassals and privates waiting outside will enter.

“As soon as the door opens, it jumps out. Be prepared.”

Dolores nodded at Vikir’s words.

With Damian’s arrangements, troop deployment won’t be too great.

But even so, I couldn’t be careless.

In any case, it was a task to get inside the family, assassinate the family head, and run away.

“I’d rather do it with a picture of me kidnapping you.”

“Okay. If you take me hostage, it will be easier to escape.”

As soon as the door to the safe is opened, you must run with all your might without looking back.

But Dolores had one problem.

“…”

She turned her head to look across the pile of gold coins.

Where Dolores’ gaze goes, she sees a girl with white hair standing still in the corner.

Sinclair.

She was staring into space with a blank expression.

Tsutsutsutsutsu…

Belial’s corpse was melting while giving off a terrible stench.

It disappears in an instant, as if it had never been there.

Only Bartolomeo’s dead body remains on the floor where all the demon’s corpses have spread and disappeared.

Bartolomeo’s face is distorted in fear and pain.

Sinclair continued to shake her hands as she watched.

at that time.

“Sinclair! Wake up!”

Dolores grabbed Sinclair by the shoulder and gave her a strong shake.

“That’s not the head of the bourgeoisie! You saw it too! It was a puppet for the devil to manifest!”

“……!”

The light returned to Sinclair’s eyes.

Percussion!

She shook Dolores’ arm from her shoulder.

“Don’t come closer!”

“Sinclair! Trust me! It’s true! The author isn’t human. He’s a demon!”

Dolores said urgently.

“Soon the vault door will open. A lot of people will come in here.”

“…”

“Let’s go together. I’ll explain everything.”

But Sinclair kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

Sinclair’s attitude made Dolores feel something different.

Usually, Sinclair was a polite and respectful junior who followed him well.

Also, his brain rotation was also fast, so he never did anything that would cause trouble to others.

But now Sinclair definitely looked different than usual.

A demon he had never seen before appeared and the head of the bourgeois family died after being manipulated.

In this situation, of course, wouldn’t it be right to get out of the scene and watch it?

But Sinclair refused to join the Night Hound.

Dolores said one last time.

“Sinclair. It’s dangerous to stay here alone…”

“Isn’t it you that is dangerous? If I stay here and blow up on what I’ve seen…”

But Sinclair was still uncooperative.

An attitude that is strangely sharp even though it can’t hide its anxiety.

Then

…Chakang!

Bikir stepped forward, drawing a long blade.

Sinclair’s gaze turns this way.

Bikir said in a dull voice.

“Do whatever you want. I was the one who killed the head of the bourgeois family anyway.”

“…”

“The saintess was held hostage by me without knowing anything.

Then Sinclair answered in a trembling voice.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“If you need.”

There was not even a hint of warmth in Bikir’s voice.

Sinclair shuddered at the chill.

‘Back off. If you don’t want to get caught up in it and die.’

The same voice I heard at the old academy’s festival, the freezing cold chill runs down my spine.

Sinclair stepped forward, stiff and stiff as she stood.

“…”

Vikir was lost in thought, peering into Sinclair’s expressionless face.

A person whose name could not be found anywhere in the list of the human union when the era of destruction opened later.

However, in the recollections of countless great heroes, he was talked about as ‘genius’, ‘elite’, and ‘non-criminal’.

A mysterious female student who suddenly disappeared from the world after graduation and whose name could not be found anywhere.

Should I keep her alive or should I get her out of here.

Bikir’s judgment and choice were quick.

“Determine yourself.”

A cracking voice.

“What to see, what to hear, and what to believe.”

It squeezes Sinclair’s heart heavily.

You have to decide what you believe in.

The moment Bikir just turned around.

…thud! Crunches!

The vault door opened.

A sound was heard at the same time.

“Kyaaaaaaagh! What a mess this is!”

“Ah, it’s an ambush! Find the family head!”

“To the troop vault!”

Bourgeois, who looked very embarrassed, was the cry of the people.

* * *

Kwak!

With a loud roar, the night hound leapt out of the vault.

Short! Short! Short! Short!

At the same time, invaluable gold nugget and jewels are scattered in all directions.

While the eyes of the pursuers who ran with spears and arrows magic wands turned to the riches that fell on the floor in an instant, the hounds of the night jumped over the fence and fled in an instant.

At her waist, she was wearing Saint Dolores, who was drooping as if she had passed out.

“Hey, I was scolded! The head of the household passed away!”

“Besides, even the saintess was taken hostage!”

“If we go on like this, we will all be cornered!”

“Catch it! To the outer wall of the entire army! We have to save even the saintess!”

“No touch! Those who touch the property on the floor in the meantime will be severely punished later!”

The people of the bourgeoisie who respond quickly to the situation even in the middle of the day.

Among them, you can see the face of Damian, who must have just returned to his home from the currency manufacturing country.

Dolores slightly opened her eyes to the clamor from behind.

“Can I leave Sinclair like that?”

Bikir just shrugs.

“He seems like a smart friend, but he should be able to find a way to live for himself.

“If you even talk about us…”

“Who would believe me?”

No matter how smart Sinclair is, he is a genius, but he is a newcomer who has just entered the academy, and he is also a commoner with no background.

If I told you what I saw in the safe, I would be treated like a madman, and Sinclair himself would know very well that it would do me no good to do so.

At that moment, Dekarabia heard a small whisper from Bikir’s chest.

[Whoops. It didn’t look like I was going to open my mouth. That white-haired girl.]

“When a problem arises, she is the type to solve it on her own rather than relying on adults.”

[Didn’t you think that such a personality would be more troublesome in the future?]

“I also have an idea.”

Vikir rushed forward, gathering information about Sinclair.

‘She still has usefulness in many ways.’

dry judgment. From an understanding point of view, this is the best.

Bikir looked down the wall.

Indeed, the strict boundaries of a chaebol family.

It seems difficult to pass through the crowds coming from all over the place.

“I say goodbye at this point.”

Vikir lowered Dolores to the floor with the young madam’s thread.

“Hunting at night… no, what would ‘Ban’ do?”

“Just call it what it’s called. And I have a way out too.”

Vikir jumped down the wall, leaving behind Dolores, who gave her a worried look.

If you use the ring of Andromalius, which can create a subspace at any time, it would be easy to escape, but the cooldown hasn’t returned yet.

So, as a workaround, Bikir put on a picaresque mask.

Nuclear Nuclear Nuclear-

Not many people paid attention to the black puppy carefully crawling around the corner under the outer wall while busy.

* * *

In the safe.

At the scene where everyone ran out, only Damian was left alone.

He bowed his head in silence at Bartholomew, who was lying dead on the floor.

“…Brother. What is this like?”

The demon’s corpse has already melted away.

Only Bartholomew’s body was left in a mop.

How miserable are the words of a man who had so much wealth and power?

Now that this has happened, what is the use of all the money and treasures that form the mountain range around me?

Damian let out a heavy sigh.

After the daughter’s soul wedding, I thought there would be no more surprises, but when I was in this situation, I was really disturbed.

“What is a devil and what is a gate. What the hell happened…”

Right then.

“It was you.”

A cold voice came from behind.

It was sharpened like a dagger and stabbed Damian in the back.

“The one who called the night hound and the saint into the safe.”

At those words, Damian slowly turned his head.

Blue veins stood in the hand holding the stiletto strapped around her waist.

at that time.

“……!”

Damian’s eyes widened in an instant.

A voice trembled at the same time as the strength in the hand holding the sword was released.

“……Juliet?”

The daughter who had been sent away with tears in her eyes was standing here with a cold expression on her face for some reason.