Chapter 43
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Chapter 43
Clang!
Berics swinging sword was barely blocked by Deo. Even though Berics skills had grown tremendously, due to a gaping hole opened in his side, the injury greatly affected the balance of his skills.
Ow.
Beric, are you okay?
At Ians call, Beric turned around. His grin was exceedingly joyful.
Yeah-yeah. Dont talk to me. Master.
He spat out blood-mixed saliva, but who would argue with him saying that hes fine? He lunged at Deo once again like a flash of lightning, his sword drawing a large arc, aiming persistently for Deos vitals.
Clang! Shiing!
My lord!
Deo narrowly avoided it but had no time to tend to his master. Perhaps this was quite displeasing, as the smile on Berics face slowly disappeared.
Dergha lunged at Ian again without a care.
Die, Ian!
Fwing! Shee-eek!
The Counts curse became a flare. The warriors of Cheonrye shot their arrows in unison, and those with swords instead of bows jumped over the mossy rocks and ran.
They were unmistakable predators in front of prey.
Each step was powerful, precise, and destructive. The atmosphere was almost alien, as if they were feeling the sheer pleasure of slaughter.
Chyaaak!
Fwook!
Aaah! Save me!
Good. You run well. Now run away more.
Drive them, drive them that way!
Gendalo! I said I would take that one!
The warriors easily took down the scattering soldiers. Derghas men might be exceptions, but these were just expendable people to them. The damp earth soaked up the blood.
Ahh, should we take the corpses?
Just the heads. We cant carry the bodies. Too much trouble.
Cheng! Cheng!The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.
That side looks a bit useful.
Did you say Bel? Seems like youre a friend of that knight.
The remnants were quickly dealt with. The warriors of Cheonrye gathered menacingly around the elite knights, like a pack of wolves eyeing their prey.
Meanwhile, Dergha staggered and drooled, drawing ragged breaths. Soo simply deflected Derghas attacks, offering no retaliation. He was simply exhausted.
Ian! Ueek.
You are being troublesome, Father.
You, how the hell did you
Soo then grabbed Derghas hair and pinned him to the ground. Dergha struggled in vain beneath Ians feet, his face contorted.
Ian muttered as he knelt on one knee.
I dont know if its bravery or greed. How did you collaborate with Bumart in the desert that even Winchen is holding out against? Either way, it doesnt concern me, but its hard to watch as a son.
Scritch.
The chilling sound of the blade made Derghas eyes bulge. Soo was calmly cutting off Derghas hair.
An enemy who attempted to kill a spiritual pillar and lure her own family to the ground. A betrayer who sharpened his sword behind their back after forming an alliance.
What, what are you doing! What are you doing!
Cutting (this) instead of the neck. Its not the time yet.
For perfect revenge and strategy, there are times when one must endure. To soothe boiling rage, something had to be cut.
This, lowly, do you think youll be safe after this!
Youre noisy. It feels like Im skinning a pig.
What, what did you say? You vulgar thing!
If you dont like your hair, can I cut your neck next?
Soo muttered, holding a dagger to Derghas throat. Hot, fierce anger dripped from him. Dergha swallowed hard, his eyes wide with despair, and at that moment, witnessed blood spurting from Deos neck.
Ugh.
De, De, Deo.!
E-Erica-nim.
Ian lightly fixed his sweat-soaked hair and bowed his head. It was undoubtedly a polite gesture, but it lacked any respect or reverence.
Whats the commotion? I asked. Ian.
Weve just come back after following Derghas trail, so what else could it be?
At Ians gesture, a warrior threw a sack on the ground. The hallway resounded with a dull thud.
Heeek!
What rolled out from inside were the heads of soldiers. Some were torn off, while others were cleanly cut. Erica turned pale and covered her mouth, and the warrior grinned smugly.
My apologies. Since youve made a bloodbath out of Bratz, I thought you would be used to this.
Shut up! They said they wanted to see, so
Ah, the real one is here.
Thud!
Another sack was thrown, sounding different.
This time, Erica opened the entrance herself and looked inside. Dergha, who had worn a mask, was meticulously packed inside.
De, Dergha?
Is it really him?
It seems so.
He seemed unconscious but apparently unharmed. The investigators looked at Erica hesitantly, unsure of what to do.
Do you believe me now?
Hmph. Its not like you didnt have any skill. Move Dergha to the underground prison!
Ah, yes!
The members tried to drag Dergha but struggled due to his hefty body. They barely managed to hoist him onto their shoulders, only to stagger forward precariously.
Careful, careful!
Ahh!
Thud!
How could they not laugh at the sight? The Cheonrye tribe snickered and jeered.
Do you need our help? If you continue like this, youll roll along with him down to the basement. You might die before Dergha.
Ha ha ha ha!
We did well to catch him. How else would you have brought him? Maybe after you take care of him, hell be able to walk on his own.
Even Kakantir couldnt hide his laughter. Ericas face turned red with rage, and Ian deftly changed the subject.
So, now that weve caught Dergha, what do you plan to do? If possible, Id like you to carry out the execution quickly and leave.
Youre quite audacious, Ian. My task here is not yet finished. I have to punish all those with the Bratz name.
Does that mean?
I still havent found Countess Mary and Chel, the main figures. If you have some free time, go down to the village and look for them. You can stay there if you want.
Is there a possibility that they went outside?
Unlikely. I can pinpoint the day they disappeared. There were no women leaving the walls that day.
With that, Erica swept back to her office, her tied hair swinging, as if claiming the space as her own. Only the confused subordinates remained in the corridor, not knowing what to do with Dergha.
Help them move Dergha.
Yes, Kakant.
After giving orders to his subordinate, Kakantir turned to Ian, his gaze asking for a moment to talk. Ian readily followed him, then hesitated.
Why?
Beric had thoughtlessly followed them.
Ian pretended to scan the surroundings for a moment, then instructed:
Dont follow me, but go see Philea.
Ahhh! Right! Your mother?
Yes. Beric, you helped her hide, so you know the way, dont you?
I do, of course.
Despite his confident answer, his expression seemed confused. This man hadnt forgotten, had he? Before Ian could say more, Beric ran out of the mansion.
Sir Ian.
Yes, Kakan.
Ian left Beric alone and faced Kakantir. The mans expression felt unusually stiff.
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Chapter 43
Clang!
Berics swinging sword was barely blocked by Deo. Even though Berics skills had grown tremendously, due to a gaping hole opened in his side, the injury greatly affected the balance of his skills.
Ow.
Beric, are you okay?
At Ians call, Beric turned around. His grin was exceedingly joyful.
Yeah-yeah. Dont talk to me. Master.
He spat out blood-mixed saliva, but who would argue with him saying that hes fine? He lunged at Deo once again like a flash of lightning, his sword drawing a large arc, aiming persistently for Deos vitals.
Clang! Shiing!
My lord!
Deo narrowly avoided it but had no time to tend to his master. Perhaps this was quite displeasing, as the smile on Berics face slowly disappeared.
Dergha lunged at Ian again without a care.
Die, Ian!
Fwing! Shee-eek!
The Counts curse became a flare. The warriors of Cheonrye shot their arrows in unison, and those with swords instead of bows jumped over the mossy rocks and ran.
They were unmistakable predators in front of prey.
Each step was powerful, precise, and destructive. The atmosphere was almost alien, as if they were feeling the sheer pleasure of slaughter.
Chyaaak!
Fwook!
Aaah! Save me!
Good. You run well. Now run away more.
Drive them, drive them that way!
Gendalo! I said I would take that one!
The warriors easily took down the scattering soldiers. Derghas men might be exceptions, but these were just expendable people to them. The damp earth soaked up the blood.
Ahh, should we take the corpses?
Just the heads. We cant carry the bodies. Too much trouble.
Cheng! Cheng!The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.
That side looks a bit useful.
Did you say Bel? Seems like youre a friend of that knight.
The remnants were quickly dealt with. The warriors of Cheonrye gathered menacingly around the elite knights, like a pack of wolves eyeing their prey.
Meanwhile, Dergha staggered and drooled, drawing ragged breaths. Soo simply deflected Derghas attacks, offering no retaliation. He was simply exhausted.
Ian! Ueek.
You are being troublesome, Father.
You, how the hell did you
Soo then grabbed Derghas hair and pinned him to the ground. Dergha struggled in vain beneath Ians feet, his face contorted.
Ian muttered as he knelt on one knee.
I dont know if its bravery or greed. How did you collaborate with Bumart in the desert that even Winchen is holding out against? Either way, it doesnt concern me, but its hard to watch as a son.
Scritch.
The chilling sound of the blade made Derghas eyes bulge. Soo was calmly cutting off Derghas hair.
An enemy who attempted to kill a spiritual pillar and lure her own family to the ground. A betrayer who sharpened his sword behind their back after forming an alliance.
What, what are you doing! What are you doing!
Cutting (this) instead of the neck. Its not the time yet.
For perfect revenge and strategy, there are times when one must endure. To soothe boiling rage, something had to be cut.
This, lowly, do you think youll be safe after this!
Youre noisy. It feels like Im skinning a pig.
What, what did you say? You vulgar thing!
If you dont like your hair, can I cut your neck next?
Soo muttered, holding a dagger to Derghas throat. Hot, fierce anger dripped from him. Dergha swallowed hard, his eyes wide with despair, and at that moment, witnessed blood spurting from Deos neck.
Ugh.
De, De, Deo.!
E-Erica-nim.
Ian lightly fixed his sweat-soaked hair and bowed his head. It was undoubtedly a polite gesture, but it lacked any respect or reverence.
Whats the commotion? I asked. Ian.
Weve just come back after following Derghas trail, so what else could it be?
At Ians gesture, a warrior threw a sack on the ground. The hallway resounded with a dull thud.
Heeek!
What rolled out from inside were the heads of soldiers. Some were torn off, while others were cleanly cut. Erica turned pale and covered her mouth, and the warrior grinned smugly.
My apologies. Since youve made a bloodbath out of Bratz, I thought you would be used to this.
Shut up! They said they wanted to see, so
Ah, the real one is here.
Thud!
Another sack was thrown, sounding different.
This time, Erica opened the entrance herself and looked inside. Dergha, who had worn a mask, was meticulously packed inside.
De, Dergha?
Is it really him?
It seems so.
He seemed unconscious but apparently unharmed. The investigators looked at Erica hesitantly, unsure of what to do.
Do you believe me now?
Hmph. Its not like you didnt have any skill. Move Dergha to the underground prison!
Ah, yes!
The members tried to drag Dergha but struggled due to his hefty body. They barely managed to hoist him onto their shoulders, only to stagger forward precariously.
Careful, careful!
Ahh!
Thud!
How could they not laugh at the sight? The Cheonrye tribe snickered and jeered.
Do you need our help? If you continue like this, youll roll along with him down to the basement. You might die before Dergha.
Ha ha ha ha!
We did well to catch him. How else would you have brought him? Maybe after you take care of him, hell be able to walk on his own.
Even Kakantir couldnt hide his laughter. Ericas face turned red with rage, and Ian deftly changed the subject.
So, now that weve caught Dergha, what do you plan to do? If possible, Id like you to carry out the execution quickly and leave.
Youre quite audacious, Ian. My task here is not yet finished. I have to punish all those with the Bratz name.
Does that mean?
I still havent found Countess Mary and Chel, the main figures. If you have some free time, go down to the village and look for them. You can stay there if you want.
Is there a possibility that they went outside?
Unlikely. I can pinpoint the day they disappeared. There were no women leaving the walls that day.
With that, Erica swept back to her office, her tied hair swinging, as if claiming the space as her own. Only the confused subordinates remained in the corridor, not knowing what to do with Dergha.
Help them move Dergha.
Yes, Kakant.
After giving orders to his subordinate, Kakantir turned to Ian, his gaze asking for a moment to talk. Ian readily followed him, then hesitated.
Why?
Beric had thoughtlessly followed them.
Ian pretended to scan the surroundings for a moment, then instructed:
Dont follow me, but go see Philea.
Ahhh! Right! Your mother?
Yes. Beric, you helped her hide, so you know the way, dont you?
I do, of course.
Despite his confident answer, his expression seemed confused. This man hadnt forgotten, had he? Before Ian could say more, Beric ran out of the mansion.
Sir Ian.
Yes, Kakan.
Ian left Beric alone and faced Kakantir. The mans expression felt unusually stiff.
Chapter 43Clang!Berics swinging sword was barely blocked by Deo. Even though Berics skills had grown tremendously, due to a gaping hole opened in his side, the injury greatly affected the balance of his skills.Ow.Beric, are you okay?At Ians call, Beric turned around. His grin was exceedingly joyful.Yeah-yeah. Dont talk to me. Master.He spat out blood-mixed saliva, but who would argue with him saying that hes fine? He lunged at Deo once again like a flash of lightning, his sword drawing a large arc, aiming persistently for Deos vitals.Clang! Shiing!My lord!Deo narrowly avoided it but had no time to tend to his master. Perhaps this was quite displeasing, as the smile on Berics face slowly disappeared.Dergha lunged at Ian again without a care.Die, Ian!Fwing! Shee-eek!The Counts curse became a flare. The warriors of Cheonrye shot their arrows in unison, and those with swords instead of bows jumped over the mossy rocks and ran.They were unmistakable predators in front of prey.Each step was powerful, precise, and destructive. The atmosphere was almost alien, as if they were feeling the sheer pleasure of slaughter.Chyaaak!Fwook!Aaah! Save me!Good. You run well. Now run away more.Drive them, drive them that way!Gendalo! I said I would take that one!The warriors easily took down the scattering soldiers. Derghas men might be exceptions, but these were just expendable people to them. The damp earth soaked up the blood.Ahh, should we take the corpses?Just the heads. We cant carry the bodies. Too much trouble.Cheng! Cheng!The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.That side looks a bit useful.Did you say Bel? Seems like youre a friend of that knight.The remnants were quickly dealt with. The warriors of Cheonrye gathered menacingly around the elite knights, like a pack of wolves eyeing their prey.Meanwhile, Dergha staggered and drooled, drawing ragged breaths. Soo simply deflected Derghas attacks, offering no retaliation. He was simply exhausted.Ian! Ueek.You are being troublesome, Father.You, how the hell did youSoo then grabbed Derghas hair and pinned him to the ground. Dergha struggled in vain beneath Ians feet, his face contorted.Ian muttered as he knelt on one knee.I dont know if its bravery or greed. How did you collaborate with Bumart in the desert that even Winchen is holding out against? Either way, it doesnt concern me, but its hard to watch as a son.Scritch.The chilling sound of the blade made Derghas eyes bulge. Soo was calmly cutting off Derghas hair.An enemy who attempted to kill a spiritual pillar and lure her own family to the ground. A betrayer who sharpened his sword behind their back after forming an alliance.What, what are you doing! What are you doing!Cutting this instead of the neck. Its not the time yet.For perfect revenge and strategy, there are times when one must endure. To soothe boiling rage, something had to be cut.This, lowly, do you think youll be safe after this!Youre noisy. It feels like Im skinning a pig.What, what did you say? You vulgar thing!If you dont like your hair, can I cut your neck next?Soo muttered, holding a dagger to Derghas throat. Hot, fierce anger dripped from him. Dergha swallowed hard, his eyes wide with despair, and at that moment, witnessed blood spurting from Deos neck.Ugh.De, De, Deo.!E-Erica-nim.Ian lightly fixed his sweat-soaked hair and bowed his head. It was undoubtedly a polite gesture, but it lacked any respect or reverence.Whats the commotion? I asked. Ian.Weve just come back after following Derghas trail, so what else could it be?At Ians gesture, a warrior threw a sack on the ground. The hallway resounded with a dull thud.Heeek!What rolled out from inside were the heads of soldiers. Some were torn off, while others were cleanly cut. Erica turned pale and covered her mouth, and the warrior grinned smugly.My apologies. Since youve made a bloodbath out of Bratz, I thought you would be used to this.Shut up! They said they wanted to see, soAh, the real one is here.Thud!Another sack was thrown, sounding different.This time, Erica opened the entrance herself and looked inside. Dergha, who had worn a mask, was meticulously packed inside.De, Dergha?Is it really him?It seems so.He seemed unconscious but apparently unharmed. The investigators looked at Erica hesitantly, unsure of what to do.Do you believe me now?Hmph. Its not like you didnt have any skill. Move Dergha to the underground prison!Ah, yes!The members tried to drag Dergha but struggled due to his hefty body. They barely managed to hoist him onto their shoulders, only to stagger forward precariously.Careful, careful!Ahh!Thud!How could they not laugh at the sight? The Cheonrye tribe snickered and jeered.Do you need our help? If you continue like this, youll roll along with him down to the basement. You might die before Dergha.Ha ha ha ha!We did well to catch him. How else would you have brought him? Maybe after you take care of him, hell be able to walk on his own.Even Kakantir couldnt hide his laughter. Ericas face turned red with rage, and Ian deftly changed the subject.So, now that weve caught Dergha, what do you plan to do? If possible, Id like you to carry out the execution quickly and leave.Youre quite audacious, Ian. My task here is not yet finished. I have to punish all those with the Bratz name.Does that mean?I still havent found Countess Mary and Chel, the main figures. If you have some free time, go down to the village and look for them. You can stay there if you want.Is there a possibility that they went outside?Unlikely. I can pinpoint the day they disappeared. There were no women leaving the walls that day.With that, Erica swept back to her office, her tied hair swinging, as if claiming the space as her own. Only the confused subordinates remained in the corridor, not knowing what to do with Dergha.Help them move Dergha.Yes, Kakant.After giving orders to his subordinate, Kakantir turned to Ian, his gaze asking for a moment to talk. Ian readily followed him, then hesitated.Why?Beric had thoughtlessly followed them.Ian pretended to scan the surroundings for a moment, then instructed:Dont follow me, but go see Philea.Ahhh! Right! Your mother?Yes. Beric, you helped her hide, so you know the way, dont you?I do, of course.Despite his confident answer, his expression seemed confused. This man hadnt forgotten, had he? Before Ian could say more, Beric ran out of the mansion.Sir Ian.Yes, Kakan.Ian left Beric alone and faced Kakantir. The mans expression felt unusually stiff.
