Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 96

Episode 96 Madame Eight Legs (2)

“Madame made a mistake. I will meet her and argue.”

All of Balak’s warriors were stunned by Bikir’s last words.

It’s not that they haven’t thought about it.

Innocent children, elderly patients, fellow wolves died, and even the grounds for survival, such as buildings and food, were lost.

But despite this, the warriors were skeptical of Vikir’s words.

“Claim with Madam? That’s impossible. Until now, no brave warriors have been able to do that.”

“Bikir. No matter how much you are the hero of the flood, that’s reckless.”

“Madam Eight Legs is the god of this flood. It is also the evil god among evil gods.”

“The damage will be repaired someday. The only way is to quickly forget it.”

The warriors of Balak, who did not doubt anything Vikir said, shook their heads at Vikir’s words for the first time.

It’s to the extent that those brave people say this, so it’s a part that can guess how much fear of madam has been.

at that time.

…chin!

Someone put a hand on Bikir’s shoulder.

Chief Aquila The night fox was looking at Bikir with a pale complexion.

Her usual overwhelming majesty had diminished considerably.

A being who fought against the old legend Adonai one-on-one and sent him back to the earth.

However, Aquila also suffered many injuries in the process.

The arrow marks that have been scratched countless times all over the body, even Madame Eight-legged’s miasma is young, so even with the recovery power of a master-class strongman, it is not well healed.

“Bikir. The young hero of the flood and the rising sun. Do not be swayed by the immediate passion. Extreme caution should be exercised in matters involving Madame.”

Iyen, who was next to him, also agreed.

“The ‘Eight-Legged Madame’ is feared not only by Balak, but by all tribes. She is an existence in an irresistible causal law and the core of darkness. Her existence is like a natural disaster, so let’s harbor feelings of vengeance…”

But Iyen couldn’t finish his words.

[Kee-ing…]

It’s because I saw a being struggling to crawl out of the wreckage of a collapsed building.

Bakira. A wolf who was born on the same day and at the same time as Iyan and has always been with him for the rest of his life.

The guy who ran to deliver the news of Vikir’s victory to the village before the Iliad of Bikir and Ahheman took place.

For a moment, Iyen couldn’t help but recall the last words he said to Vakira.

‘Tell them to go to the village and prepare to greet the winner of the Iliad.’

I never thought the results of that simple errand would be so devastating.

[Euuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…]

Vakira dragged her hind legs and crawled with difficulty, rubbing her wet nose at Iyen’s feet.

One of his right hind legs was in a disastrous condition.

It wasn’t enough that all of his bones were broken, and a black miasma was seeping into his marrow.

It’s pretty obvious why this happened. What was it if not the result of resisting Madame Eight Legs?

The miasma continued to rise even at this moment, and the situation was so serious that the leg had to be amputated.

Iyen looked at Vakira’s condition with a bewildered expression.

Bikir gave a short answer.

“Are you still going to say that revenge is futile?”

“…”

Iyen couldn’t answer this time.

Aquila sighed deeply as she alternately looked at her daughter Iyen’s face and Vakira’s groaning legs.

“We’ll talk about it later. We’ll treat Vakira first. Go ahead and look at the other patients.”

Aquila takes care of the other tribe members first, even though she herself is fatally injured.

At the chief’s words, everyone started moving busily again.

I had to rescue survivors, take care of the sick, and prepare food and a place to sleep today.

* * *

That night was particularly dark and it rained heavily.

The moon does not rise, and the lightning strikes the sea of trees in pitch-black light.

A shadow passed like a ghost through the raindrops falling like windows.

It was Bikir.

Again, Bikir left Balak without telling anyone.

The hound was on its way to meet Madame now.

‘……It’s an opponent I should have faced at least once anyway.’

‘Madame Eight Legs’ was also one of the real purposes of Bikir’s entry into the sea in the first place.

An ultra-dangerous monster whose danger is not yet known to the Empire.

As long as you can preoccupy him and hunt him down, the effects you can get are endless.

Buzzing,

Bikir thought, listening to Baalzebub’s heartbeat thumping in the arteries in his wrists.

‘Later, when the era of destruction arrives, monsters the size of a madam will appear relatively common… But for now, they’re quite unique.’

In addition, Madame was also the culprit who forced Balak’s warriors to abandon their living quarters and move from place to place.

Balak’s warriors were in a very difficult situation in many ways, avoiding madam who kept trying to expand their life radius due to hunger, and avoiding the Baskervilles who were entering the jungle by expanding the territory of the empire.

‘I can set them free.’

Madame Eight Legs and the Baskervilles. Vikir intended to subjugate these two beings oppressing Balak under his command.

It would be a way of repaying Balak for caring for them and a good thing for each other’s future.

Also, Bikir was willing to try.

How much stronger he has become during the two years in the sea.

‘I had a deep interest in this match against Adonai. Soon I’ll be able to climb one more step…’

Bikir was walking through the rain while thinking about this and that.

However, the hound soon had no choice but to stop.

A familiar smell wafting past the curtain of torrential water.

I can’t help but smell this scent, which I’ve been smelling every single day for the past two years.

Iyen. She stood in front of Vikir, all soaked.

“Did you wait?”

“…”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“…”

Iyen did not answer Vikir’s question.

Eventually, she opened her mouth.

“Wolves cannot be tamed.”

“……?”

“No matter how tied you are, untie the rope and run away.”

Iyen looked up and looked straight into Vikir’s eyes.

“Wolves can’t be tamed after all. The only way is to let them come to you when they want, even if they’re not on a leash.”

She grinned at Bikir.

“You are not a hound. Bikir. You call yourself that, but no hound ever behaves like you.”

“…”

Bikir looked down at Iyen’s legs.

Her right leg was bound with leaves and hides.

During the previous fight with Adonai, Ayen had suffered a leg wound while rescuing Bikir from being nearly hit by a poisoned arrow.

Because of the aftereffects, Iyen was still lame.

Bikir opened his mouth after silence.

“……It won’t help if you follow me with that body. Go back to the village.”

The air is so humid that water squeezes out of it, but the words that come out of your mouth are dry.

However, Iyen kept his mouth shut as if he expected that much.

yet. She held out something to Bikir.

It was dried jerky and fruit nuts wrapped in leaves.

Bikir laughed.

“It’s like jesabab.”

“Don’t joke like that.”

Ayen opened her eyes fiercely and glared at Vikir.

And then he added a word.

“Promise.”

A landscape that makes you feel deja vu.

The Hound thought the situation was a bit familiar.

Iyen spoke again.

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“…”

When Vikir didn’t answer, Ayen opened his mouth again in a choked tone, as if holding his breath underwater.

“no.”

She hesitates for a moment, then speaks again.

“No. You don’t have to promise to come back.”

creeping voice. Anxiety, nervousness, and a voice that is dangling.

Iyen looks into Vikir’s eyes with a desperate voice as if vomiting blood.

“It’s fine if you don’t come back… Just stay alive.”

Bikir was silent for a moment.

And he opened his mouth a little late to say he answered right away.

“……of course.”

Then, the breath he had been holding back from Iyan’s mouth finally came out in white.

The distant darkness in the dark clouds that swallowed even the distant winter.

The owner who stands still and watches the back of the hunting dog or wolf moving away.

The wolf runs through the dawn again.

but. Unlike last time, there was one thing I couldn’t tell Vikir.

‘It’s fine if you don’t come back… Just stay alive.’

Women are really good at making difficult demands.

He lied for the first time in every moment since he was born twice.

Because he himself did not know whether he would be able to keep this promise or not.