Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 395

Episode 395 The Worst Torture (6)

Four months have passed since then.

“Today is a happy day! We’ve been able to welcome a lot of new and talented subordinates!”

While Lieutenant Colonel Bastille was shedding tears of emotion, a small event in Nouvelle Vague was underway.

It is a ‘promotional meal’.

Although it was not a formal promotion ceremony held once every quarter, it had everything that a simple promotion ceremony would have.

Amid applause from everyone, the candidates for this promotion step forward to the podium.

Lieutenant Colonel Bastille, who was in charge of the promotion ceremony, shed tears and hugged each and every one of them.

And among them, the subject that Lieutenant Colonel Bastille hugged the most strongly and for the longest time was none other than Bikir.

“Congratulations, Captain Garm Nord!”

Originally a second lieutenant, Garm Nord advanced two ranks to become a captain.

It was an unconventional greeting, almost unheard of among lower-level guards.

But what is even more surprising than that is that despite Gareum’s rapid promotion from second lieutenant to captain, no one considered it unreasonable.

“Anyway, Second Lieutenant Garreum always overfilled his work quota. It was natural for him to be promoted to lieutenant based on his merits alone.”

“On top of that, the level 8 prisoner’s rampage was suppressed four months ago, so his skill was proven. I think it was enough to be promoted to captain.”

“Anyway, as time passed, it would have been natural to be promoted to two ranks… Lieutenant Colonel Bastille seems to be condescending at this point.”

“I don’t know. Originally, in principle, for the special promotion of the two ranks, a background check and a complete survey on life so far must be done first. Not only does that take several months, but it also takes a lot of details to go into detail. Lieutenant Colonel Bastille said that young friend They looked good on it, so they skipped those steps.”

Everyone is welcomed by Captain Garm Nord, a new mid-level jailer.

It is because there were a lot of people who escaped disciplinary action or demotion due to the riot.

Lieutenant Colonel Bastille personally placed a captain’s badge with three diamonds on Bikir’s chest and said,

“Since your performance, the prisoner has been confined in solitary confinement for three months. And since he came out, he has been working very diligently.”

“It’s a good thing. I think it’s the result of everyone’s hard work.”

“You are humble. You are the bravest of them all. But…”

Lieutenant Colonel Bastille continued in a calm voice.

“How the hell did you do that, if it’s you, that savage, you’re going to die like that?”

“I didn’t say much. I just logically persuaded him. There’s nothing good in going on a rampage.”

“Hmm, is that so? Huhuhu- Yes, that’s good. It’s not something to share here. Well, I’ll have a chance to hear more later.”

Lieutenant Colonel Bastille, who is generally regarded as a good person, smiled broadly as if the standard answers were not bad.

Eventually, Bikir came downstairs, receiving reinforced weapons and a letter of appointment given only to those with the rank of captain or higher.

…good!

The weapon Gareum chose was, of course, a three-pole stick.

‘It’s nice that it’s wrapped around my hand.’

It was the weapon that the real Gareum used during his lifetime, but it worked well for Vikir as well.

Bikir, who had lived his entire life as an assassin or swordsman, had little occasion to use a weapon such as a three-barreled baton designed for beating and suppression, not murder.

‘But the more I use it, the more it subtly gets better?’

The cold feeling that touches the palm of the hand.

In many ways, it was a weapon that went straight. Does it feel like you’ve found your second aptitude?

[human. Did you open your eyes that way?]

“Hmm. Rather than killing, you mean non-killing? If that’s the case, I guess that’s possible.”

[no. Not that.]

“?”

Decaravia again speaks incomprehensible words.

Bikir got Dekarabia to shut up before stepping down from the stage.

Having obtained the rank of captain he wanted, it was a satisfactory result.

* * *

Click-

Bikir closed the door.

As he was promoted to captain, the newly assigned private room was much more comfortable than the one he had previously used.

Goodbye to the caves, which used to be crowded like ants in a narrow and dirty place.

The inside of the 15-pyeong stone chamber was neatly organized.

It was still damp and salty, but it had a window to see outside and a separate shower facility, so it was nothing compared to the lower guards’ rooms.

Bikir went to the window and looked outside.

Behind the thin bubble film created by the mysterious mucus substance Flubber lies the dark depths of the sea.

However, there was a coral reef area and a colony of luminous jellyfish that shed dim light at the bottom, so the view was pretty good.

In the distance, I saw a huge shadow slowly swimming away.

“…”

Vikir stood by the window and watched the nameless deep-sea fish swim for a while.

at that time.

A knock on the door was heard

.

“Captain. May I go in?”

A cold, solid voice.

As Bikir said nothing, the door was soon opened.

A woman in uniform standing outside the threshold. It was Lieutenant Kirko.

After Bikir received the rank of Captain, Lieutenant Kirko became his lieutenant.

Kirko himself said that it was the result of a personnel appointment, but Lieutenant Colonel Bastille’s testimony was a little different.

‘For some reason, Lieutenant Kirko, who has always refused to serve as an adjutant to someone, didn’t particularly refuse an administrative order to go to your adjutant. Huhuhu-‘

I remember seeing Lieutenant Colonel Bastille staring at me with an inexplicably happy look.

Bikir looked away from the scenery outside the window and turned his head.

“What’s going on?”

It was as if the relationship between a superior and a subordinate was natural from the beginning.

However, Kirko also took this change for granted.

“Citt des Leviathan, an inmate on level 8, has another seizure.”

“Is this your first time since solitary confinement?”

“Yes that’s right.”

Receiving Kirko’s report, Bikir nodded.

Before long, Bikir took the three-pole baton and left the room.

at that time.

“……ah.”

Vikir turned around as if he had forgotten something.

“?”

Kirko tilted her head.

What Bikir turned around and carried out of the room was a thick rune bible.

Seeing that, Kirko opened her mouth with a strange expression.

“Captain.”

“why.”

“Do you believe in religion?”

“To some extent.”

“I’ve never been to the ground, so I don’t know what religion is like on the ground… I’ve heard that it’s quite corrupt. They say they forgive sins for money.”

“What do you mean?”

“So what I mean is, I want to ask if it will help calm the prisoner down. The book.”

At Kirko’s question, Bikir put on a dry smile.

“It doesn’t.”

The answer was short.

Eventually, Bikir descended the steep spiral staircase to the 8th floor.

From the entrance of the prison, you can feel the stone walls and floor humming.

“To say I was executed! There’s nothing like that! You worked hard after your solitary confinement! That blue lump in the Level 10 construction area swelled up tremendously! That’s not all the result of my pickaxe! Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

A shrill voice echoed throughout the corridor.

It seemed to be a protest against the death sentence.

Lieutenant Colonel Bastille is, at best, a good person, but at worst, a safe and secure person.

He is a person who wants to have as few variables as possible when he is promoted soon.

To such Lieutenant Colonel Bastille, he was no different from a thorn in his eyes.

It was a variable risk molecule that did not know when another accident would occur.

‘……It deserves to be quietly and unofficially executed.’

Bikir clicked his tongue inwardly.

One thing that brings one’s name forward on one’s own is a masterpiece.

Meanwhile, Shigeuk continued to rampage.

By spraying a poison made from a combination of water mold and some types of sulfur.

“I finally met ‘him’ in solitary confinement! Do you think I’ll be locked up here forever!? I’m leaving here soon! But execution! Cancel it right away, you bastards! I worked hard, so what’s the problem? !”

Shikkeok frolics while biting into crab foam.

Right then.

“……!”

The riot suddenly became calm.

Because of this, the guards, who were at a loss as they pulled the BDSM chains, also turned their heads in the direction of staring in amazement.

Bikir was standing there.

“Seniors. Could you give up your seat for a moment?”

At Bikir’s polite request, all the guards nodded and stepped back.

But Kirko was still standing close to Vikir.

Bikir said to Kirko.

“You should also step back.”

“It’s not possible.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I am Captain Gareum’s adjutant. I have a duty to always be by your side.”

Kirko’s attitude of answering like a machine without changing his facial expression showed firm will and stubbornness.

Bikir shook his head once.

Before long, Bikir stood in front of the cage where he was imprisoned.

“You will be executed in a week.”

“…”

“It’s the result of reckless rampage, so please accept it sweetly.”

Vikir’s cold voice doesn’t answer anything and only notices.

The guards were fully prepared behind the scenes, not knowing when it might explode again.

at that time.

Bikir passed something through the bars.

It was a single rune bible.

“Read that or that before the execution. Then repent.”

“…”

I received the Bible with trembling hands.

Then, with his bloodshot eyes fixed on the book, he began to turn the pages.

Moment.

“……!”

Shigeot’s pupils dilated greatly.

On the middle page of the Bible, you see a small writing.

‘There’s not much time left. D-7’

covertly hidden push.

Seeing this, he sat down in a calm manner and began to weep.

“I admit my guilt. I accept everything sweetly.”

His words came as a shock to all the guards present.

“Oh my God, that crazy guy became so calm all of a sudden…”

“I can’t believe it even when I see it with my own eyes.”

“Gareum! What the hell did you do?”

The guards, who were destined to serve him for the next week, sighed in relief as if they had endured ten years.

And they came rushing in and started asking Bikir what kind of method he used.

Bikir answered in a dry voice.

“It’s nothing. It just gave me hope.”

Of course, that hope is false.

A week later, he is executed. There will be no change whatsoever.

‘……The torture of hope is the worst kind of torture.’

Bikir, like a human being who has gone through the age of destruction, knew this very well.

There is no such thing as salvation by the hands of others.

The only one who can save you is yourself.

Bikir turned away from the well-behaved Shikkery.

While planning a ‘real’ jailbreak, not the fake jailbreak promised to Sick.

‘…… Jailbreak in New Wave is not a simple prison break.’

It was as Bikir said.

Many things in the world will change when the Night Hound is released from the New Wave.

It is a ‘representation mark’ for the world where demons have started appearing.

It will be a declaration of war for mankind, announcing the beginning of an era of full-scale destruction.