Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 292

Episode 292 Heirs (2)

“It must have been you. The one who summoned the night hound and the saint into the vault.”

A tone as if to catch an insider.

Damian was startled as soon as he turned his head.

Big eyes like a deer, clear eyes and silvery white hair.

It looks like the dead Juliet came back to life.

However, optical illusions are resolved literally in the blink of an eye.

Once I lowered my eyelids and then lifted them up, I saw reality.

The girl in front of her looked a little younger than Juliet and had much shorter hair.

More than anything, she was someone Damian knew.

“…Sinclair, bourgeois.”

The niece of the bourgeois Lord Damian and the daughter of the bourgeois Lord Bartolomeo.

The lineage of the bourgeoisie stood there.

Damian swallowed a light moan.

It was because he saw this name on the list that he attended a party hosted by mere academy students.

“It’s a misunderstanding.”

Damian shook his head.

It is true that he conspired with the hound of the night, but he also did not know exactly what the devil was related to.

“It’s something I haven’t heard of either. I just noticed it a little earlier than others and ran to it. In fact, I just arrived at my parents’ house.”

Because of this, he was able to skillfully mix truth and lies.

Sinclair looked at Damian blankly, then turned his head away.

“…It’s okay. It’s not important right now.”

She stood before the body of her father, Bartholomew.

And muttered in a low voice.

“There was one thing I wanted to ask you. Now I can’t ask you anymore.”

Sinclair thought back to when he was at the academy.

‘The future flow of the empire’s economy, questions about the current financial indicators, criteria for discovering new businesses, promising small and medium-sized merchant guilds, and the recent takeover of mercenary guilds… and whether chaebols also eat chicken I have to ask a question!’

‘I also have a question.’

‘Oh Sinclair. What are you curious about? Do you want to guess the question with me?’

‘……no. I have only one question.’

‘Eh? Only one? barely?’

‘huh.’

‘why not! I have to gain a lot of knowledge to meet the best man in the empire! It’s an opportunity that may never happen again!’

While Piggy, her classmate, was filling out a list of questions in excitement about meeting the best man in the empire, Sinclair had prepared only one question.

However, it was useless now that the person who was supposed to answer the question died in a place like this.

at that time.

“‘Why did you abandon me’ is this? That question.”

Damian, who was behind him, opened his mouth.

Damian shrugged at Sinclair’s surprise.

“Juliet asked me the same question. When she was alive.”

“……Juliet sister too?”

Sinclair’s eyes widened slightly.

Then Damian bit his lip. Sinclair’s expression of surprise was the same as Juliet’s that day long ago.

“Yes. As a result, your father and family did not abandon you.”

The family tradition of a bourgeois family. It is exactly as Damian had previously explained to the Night Hound.

Normal young bourgeois usually grow up and grow up in families, but the ‘real’ ones are different.

Like a lion’s cub falling down a cliff, the bourgeois heirs who will lead the family in the future are thrown into society as commoners with their castles sealed.

Isn’t survival in society as difficult as surviving in the wild?

To achieve success in the imperial capital, the center of the empire, with only one’s own strength, without any help from parents or family. That is the process of ‘proving’.

Esse Non Videri. The belief that ‘exists but does not reveal’.

“The bourgeoisie always fosters more than one leader for check and competition. In my generation, it was you and Juliet in the generation after my brother and me.”

Damian told Sinclair about it.

Then, hesitantly, he added a word.

“…Originally, I should have told you much earlier, but I don’t know why my older brother didn’t.”

Moment.

Throbbing –

Sinclair felt a throbbing headache.

Blood was flowing from the place where the gold fragments had rubbed earlier.

Seeing the blood reminds me of memories from earlier.

[At this point, it wouldn’t be bad to weed out useless ties. From this point on, all plays are over.]

Bartolomeo, no, the words the huge monster floating above him spat out.

‘A useless relationship? theater?’

Sinclair staggered, clutching her spinning head.

“Are you okay?”

Damian approached, but Sinclair backed away, startled.

Sinclair is vigilant like a nervous stray cat.

She slowly backed away, palm facing Damian.

A look as if there is nothing to believe in this world.

“If the devil really took over my father’s body… Who raised me when I was a child? Which one is my father? When did that happen?”

“?”

Damian didn’t understand what Sinclair was talking about.

But Sinclair kept muttering that it was or not.

“If my father wasn’t my father from the start? Then what would happen? What if it was the father who died, not the devil? Or the devil, not the father? I don’t know what it is…” Sinclair tousled her hair in agony

.

Suddenly, she raised her head.

“……The hound of the night. We must meet him again.”

Whether it is the devil or the father killed by the night hound, the devil wearing the father’s mask, or the father wearing the devil’s mask, everything is the law of resolution.

Sinclair rose from her seat and approached Bartolomeo’s corpse in front of her eyes.

Then he reached out and closed his widened eyes.

“Goodbye father. I’ll inherit the throne.”

Words that Damian behind him did not even have in mind.

But Damian is just silently watching Sinclair’s back.

yet.

Sinclair’s eyes narrowed.

It looked like he had made some serious decision.

* * *

“Huh! Heh! Heh!”

A suburb far from the bourgeoisie. A byway leading to the ecliptic.

A middle-aged man was running through a mountain road.

His clean face was smudged with scars, and his clean white clothes were stained with muddy water.

Humbert. What is the reason why he, who is the equivalent of a cardinal of the Great Rune Church, ran so quickly, abandoning his carriage?

“Damn! Damn! Bartholomew was the devil! I really didn’t know!”

He made his way through the thicket with a frightened look on his face.

Just before Bikir went to dinner with Bartolomeo, Humbert had lunch with Bartolomeo.

This is because the imperial family launched an investigation as the criminal links leading to the Old Testament cults of Quo Vadis and the bourgeoisie were revealed to some extent on the surface.

Fearing that he might be abandoned by cutting off his tail, Humbert met with Bartolomeo and threatened to blow everything up if he was investigated or arrested.

And there Belial revealed his true face.

Humbert bowed his head under Belial and begged for mercy, and the capricious Belial gladly let Humbert live.

[Use this when the moment of crisis comes, you weak human being.] He

even gave you a ‘gift’ as a bonus.

“…Ugh. A gift from the devil.”

Humbert gripped what was in his hand even tighter.

It is a round object made of gold. It was a sphere that looked like an eyeball.

As the power of Belial, the demon king, was imbued, of course, it was emitting unusual energy.

When Humbert just broke through the bushes.

“Hee!?”

What I saw in front of me was a steep cliff.

The moment when Humbert freaked out and stepped back.

Rustling –

The sound of tree branches colliding came from above.

“Haaaaaagh!?”

When Humbert heard the noise, he fell to the floor in fright.

Humbert was lying flat on the dirt floor and trying to cover his head with both hands.

However, he had to question the fact that his hand did not go up to his head despite raising his arm.

“……uh?”

Humbert raised his head and looked down at his hands, and was immediately startled.

Both hands were missing above the wrist.

Only hot blood was spurting out.

[oh? I tried to take only what was in my hand, but I cut off my hand and threw it away?]

I hear a woman’s tickling laughter from above my head.

Where Humbert raised his head hastily, he saw a branch gently bent.

And the one sitting on it is a monster with two horns.

Ms. Ouroboros. The existence that made Humbert run away to this place.

She cut off Humbert’s hand!

[Ohh- pretty. is this it? A holy object that was given to me by the devil?]

She laughed as she fingered the golden orb stained with blood.

“Give me back too!”

Humbert summoned courage and shouted.

What worries me more than having both of my hands cut off is that the ‘Evil Eyes’ bestowed by Belial were taken away.

And of course Miss Ouroboros couldn’t return it.

[A guy whose name is a priest sells out children for money behind the scenes, and now sticks with the devil? It’s very different.]

“Ughhh!”

Humbert flinched at her words that seemed to penetrate his heart.

However, Miss Ouroboros still only has an alluring smile.

[Still, I don’t hate anything. Criminals like you. It’s ‘collecting’.]

“……What? Gathering?”

The moment Humbert makes a puzzled expression.

Charreuk!

Suddenly, something like a snake flew in from behind and wrapped around Humbert’s neck, making him sleepy.

It was the whip of Miss Ouroboros.

“Cheuk!?”

Humbert was strangled and dragged up, but he couldn’t resist much.

This is because both wrists have already been cut off.

Miss Ouroboros spoke in a laughing voice to Humbert, who was frantically struggling in the air.

[I’ll be your ‘assistant’ too. Let’s greet the ‘old era’ with me.]

“?”

is it old fashioned? When we say let’s greet something together, don’t we usually say ‘new era’?

Humbert questioned her words even as his consciousness slowly faded.

Then Miss Ouroboros spoke another word into Humbert’s ear.

[‘The Warring States period’.]

Those were the last words Humbert heard in his mind.