Every sword has a purpose.
Just like a large sword and a small one can be used in different situations, and a sharp sword is not always better than a dull one.
Such was the case with Bordan, who had always been bullied by Joseph.
He was old, fat, and barely knew how to handle a sword, but Joseph decided to keep him by his side.
He had a defined use for him.
"Are you sure you blocked the other alleys?"
"Of course... I did what I could."
Although he was just a simple knight, the mayor, who knew well the ins and outs of the aristocrats, raised his hands in surrender.
He wondered where that person had come from.
"Then why did you allow things to reach this point? Even the count must be aware."
"Because that guy Jack has an impressive skill... But after today, don't you think Soara's tumor will be removed?"
The mayor's embarrassment over the knight's use of the count's authority was palpable, but Bordan could only smile at the mayor's words.
"The tumor must be you."
Equals recognize each other.
How could Jack the One-Armed, a simple thug, dominate an area as large as an alley?
All this happened with the mayor's consent, who holds the title.
"By the way, when will the knights who will escort us inside arrive? They have been specially sent by House Bayezid..."
The mayor had summoned all the soldiers and knights stationed in Soara, but Bordan refused, saying there was someone specifically assigned for this task.
This was not just about eliminating the boss of the back alley known as Jack the One-Armed.
It was also the official debut of Vlad, organized by the Bayezid family.
"It seems they are arriving there."
The faint light illuminated the streets of the back alley.
There was a man walking alone there.
Fresh drops of blood still fell from the sword hanging at his side.
"Just one?"
"....."
The mayor seemed puzzled because he only saw one figure, but Bordan simply responded in silence.
"Have you come?"
"Yes. Sir. Bordan."
The boy exuded a strong smell of blood from his cloak.
The mayor, seeing Vlad for the first time, was taken aback by his appearance, and once again, he was taken aback by the atmosphere he emanated.
"They don't seem to match."
His face, looking elegant, showed the expression of a beast.
The golden blond hair, which anyone could envy, was soaked in blood, and his blue eyes shone with a glow so unusual even in the darkness of the night.
"I am ready."
"Thank you."
"Then, why don't you join the soldiers now? If you get seriously injured, I won't be able to face Lord Joseph."
Vlad smiled upon hearing Bordan's words.
The man's constant concern for his well-being was, in a way, reassuring.
"Even if I get hurt, I won't allow any harm to come to Sir Bordan."
"Not possible."
Once he confirmed the boy's determination, Bordan pulled out his own personal banner that he had prepared.
Although it only had two crests embroidered, simply holding it was a great honor for the individual.
"Is that a flag?"
"I thought that tradition had disappeared."
As Vlad and Bordan advanced, the soldiers began to murmur a bit.
What they were about to witness was practically a recreation of a forgotten scene from northern history.
"Plant the flag in the ground."
"Yes."
Vlad planted his own flag, which had been handed to him by Bordan, into the ground.
This land is mine from now on.
Under the honorable names that vouch for me, it will now exercise its own rights.
Even up to their lives.
"Good."
Upon confirming that the young man's statement was in place, Bordan pulled out a parchment from his pocket.
The boy carried the honor flag.
The sturdy knight carried the count's order.
The two swords each had a role to play.
"Listen! The alley thief, Jack, is trapped! For a long time, he has ignored the rules and laws established by the Bayezids, and he has been sucking the blood of the people!"
Bordan read out the contents of the parchment as he unfurled it, instead of Vlad, who was weak in etiquette and procedure.
If someone saw him for the first time, they would have applauded Bordan's bold appearance as he proclaimed.
"Therefore, I, Peter Bayezid, rightful owner of Soara, cannot allow your wickedness to continue. I send my representative, Vlad, and from now on, all the rights he exercises will be backed by both me, the rightful owner of Soara, and the faithful Church."
When the declaration, written by Joseph and approved by Peter, ended, the soldiers' shouts began to fill the air.
"Bayezid! Bayezid!"
"Kill Jack the One-Armed!"
"God will protect us!"
"Jack the One-Armed and his henchmen, open the door! Accept the rightful representative!"
But at the end of Bordan's solemn declaration, Rose's smile remained firmly closed.
And for good reason.
Because what awaits them, whether they open the door or not, is nothing but a harsh sentence.
"My job is done."
"Thank you."
Vlad, who had just finished polishing his sword, calmed his breathing at Bordan's words.
"I've told you before, there's no need to go this far. There are at least 50 people inside. So..."
"I said I will do it this way."
"Alright..."
Bordan nodded, seeing the young man's blue eyes filled with determination, and stepped aside.
It was natural for someone with their own world to have a distinctive stubbornness.
Only those who were sure of their path could wield Aura.
Bordan's work, who had come to assist the young man instead of Joseph and Jager, was done.
He had effectively intimidated the mayor and had used Soara's power to block Jack the One-Armed.
Now only the execution of the representative remained.
Vlad closed his eyes as he held his sword.
The soldiers around him nodded in response to the attitude that seemed like a prayer as he held his sword.
Everyone thought it was a fitting appearance for a legitimate representative, but as always, reality was different.
[Surely he's already preparing.]
'I know.'
[You must broaden your vision. This will be a battle completely different from anything you've experienced so far.]
'I am determined.'
Vlad, who had managed to have his own world, no longer spoke aloud or had conversations.
There was a horizon that connected worlds and worlds.
[Begin with a grand spectacle. In every battle, the key factor is initiative.]
After hearing the last piece of advice, Vlad slowly closed his left eye.
Slowly, a glow began to permeate the sword.
"It's Aura!"
"At his age?"
The soldiers exclaimed.
And Jack's men, who had been watching the action from the window, hurriedly closed the curtains in alarm.
The essence of victory lies in unpredictability.
And the young man who now stood out was the very embodiment of unpredictability.
"I am Vlad Of Soara."
Within his own world, Vlad thought.
Would Jorge have survived if he hadn't called him that day?
Would he have sought out Godin if Jack the One-Armed hadn't threatened Jorge?
"Before being the legitimate representative, I am also a legitimate avenger."
Although he had considered countless "what ifs" in his mind, the conclusion was always the same.
Jack the One-Armed must be killed.
"I am back, Jack the One-Armed. To end our struggle."
His world is eating into theirs.
As Joseph says, one can only move forward by cutting ties.
"I'm back. Jack the One-Armed!"
With a wild cry, the broken building opened up as the boy ran towards Rose's smile.
I am back.
To end it all.
Kwah-ah!
The boy's world, which had been firmly gathered, shattered Jack's world.
Rose's smile, which had been snatched away by the young man's strong blow, finally opened up.
***
"Kwaaaah!"
"What strength!"
The men blocking the door fell backwards, rolling miserably on the ground.
These men, who were nothing more than members of an organization, were insufficient to stop the sword of the young man, who had created his own world.
"Block the entrance so he can't get in!"
"Attack him!"
Among the scattered wood splinters.
The blond hair of the boy fluttered.
With drops of someone's blood.
Blades glimmered all around as the smile of the rose rose.
Sharp blades aimed at the boy who burst through the door.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Despite the attempts of Jack's men to stop the boy with their swords
The boy's dazzling counterattack broke through the rain of attacks and wicked blades.
Compared to the knight who looked like a wall, his attacks were pathetically weak.
"Aaah!"
"This guy is crazy!"
Vlad was no longer someone who used a half-hearted counterattack.
Whenever there was an opening, he had to seize it.
He must extend his sword to pierce.
Jager had said.
Godin had pierced all of Jorge's daggers with a single blow, but Vlad had not been able to do the same.
However, it would be possible with the few around him.
"Hyaaa!"
The boy's sword gleamed in an instant.
Jack's lackeys, who lost their balance for a moment, simply surrendered, with no way to resist their delicate bodies.
From the tip of the boy's sword, the same roses that bloomed on the day they blossomed were dazzlingly displayed.
"Throw the nets! Iron nets!"
The young man's energetic movements bewildered Jack's lackeys.
The brightly illuminated young man before them was not the Vlad they knew.
"Quick!"
Finally understanding the situation, Jack's lackeys went mad, but Vlad did not move according to their wishes.
Swish-swish-swish!
From upstairs, from a hallway surrounding the spacious lobby, iron nets were thrown.
Which fell without leaving space where the boy was, but Vlad had already expanded his field of vision according to the advice of the voice.
“······!”
Vlad, who detected the malice, closed his eyes and quickly rolled along the familiar hallway he had always walked through.
It was always the lobby where he had mischief.
"Too fast!"
"We can't reach him from our side!"
Vlad, who quickly removed the nets and skillfully hid behind a pillar and moved in the blind spot of the men, continued to wield his sword towards those who were defenseless.
"Ugh!"
"That boy is too fast!"
Although Jack's lackeys tried to erect a wall to stop the nets, it was already too late.
Vlad's nimble temperament and elite training were too much for Jack's lackeys to handle.
The young man was a promise that the prestigious Bayezid family of the north was watching.
"Block the stairs! There's only one staircase here!"
"Block firmly and then make them approach!"
"Hold them firmly and then make them attack!"
When the numbers they had prepared were blocked, Jack's men quickly flocked to the center stairs.
One of the basic common senses of strategy was that it was advantageous to occupy high and narrow places.
“······!”
And this knowledge was also known by the boy.
Vlad's eyes lit up as he saw Jack's men running towards the stairs.
The key to controlling the battlefield is the element of surprise.
Destroy the enemy unexpectedly and control the battlefield to trap the opponent in your world.
If that were possible, he could deliver a fatal blow to the opponent.
"What the hell?!"
Vlad quickly ran to the window at the front and tore the ropes of the large curtain hanging in the window.
And then, naturally holding the rising rope, he jumped to the second floor.
It was the curtain he had held for the red-haired girl.
"The madman came flying!"
"Grab the weapons! Go after him!"
Jack's men, caught by the boy's intentions, tried to build a wall to prevent Vlad from escaping, but it was already too late.
"Is this the best you can do?! Damn bastards!"
Vlad fiercely shouted as the men attacked him.
Although the blades the men wielded were sharp, their direction was inept.
It would have been much more threatening if he were fighting Jager.
"Argh!"
"Bow! Get the bow!"
A few people who knew how to shoot bows came down from the third floor, too fast and attacked Vlad.
"….!"
The first floor is the lobby, the second is the window.
"Shoot!"
The boy quickly opened the door to the room, shielding himself from the arrows.
It was the room door where Anna, who had been unjustly beaten for a short period of time, was.
Tadadadadadad-!
The arrows, inevitable in the narrow hallway, were blocked by the brothel door.
The visit specially ordered by Marcella had now been swept away by Jack's men, but she would forgive him.
"Ugh!"
Vlad pushed Jack's men, who hadn't moved out of the way yet, towards the open door.
The men, suddenly caught, began to struggle.
"Die!"
"Aaaah!"
Instead of women, men were being thrown onto the bed, pierced by sharp swords.
One whore per room.
Vlad obediently followed the rules of the rose's smile.
Tadadadadad!
He slammed the door shut, blocking the arrows.
To grab someone and stab them.
Repeating these simple tasks, Vlad advanced.
Towards Jack the Maimed on the fourth floor.
A short silver candle of 20 only gave me a short time to unleash my lust, but now no one can complain.
The men Vlad had put into the room would lie on wet beds for eternity.
"Up! Up!"
"That bastard!"
"Is that Vlad?"
Having failed to stop the boy on the first or second floor, Jack's men ran to the third floor.
The initial formation had long since collapsed.
[He must have killed more than twenty people.]
The voice was speechless seeing that the boy was showing much better movements than expected.
The talent you have is from your fierce effort and your strong will to do it.
The boy had more talent than anyone when it came to killing people.
"Block the stairs!"
"Okay, there are no curtains this time!"
Jack's men, who had once again blocked the stairs, looked at the boy with their weapons raised in what they thought was their last chance.
"Come in, bastard!"
"…Whoa."
Vlad, who had been swinging his sword nonstop, took a moment to catch his breath and assess the situation.
Even if he had his own world, he shouldn't have lunged through such a narrow space.
"Is this it?"
Vlad looked up and slowly walked through the second-floor corridors, which were nothing but corpses.
There were traces to find.
"This way!"
Burleigh, his gunner and superior, was a skilled but lazy man by nature.
Perhaps that's why he had a natural talent for inventing things on the fly.
That paved the way for the boy.
It was a sign, perhaps, of his final consideration for his subordinate.
Kwazik-!
"…What?"
"Why is it pierced?"
He had only touched the tip of the sword, and the ceiling of the second floor was pierced.
Burleigh repaired it.
Vlad smiled at Jack's men, who were still stupidly holding their weapons.
"I'm going in. Bastards."
"Stop him!"
"He's going up. He's going up!"
Drowning out the men's desperate cries, Vlad sheathed his sword and ran down the hallway.
"Stop…!"
Riding the momentum he gained from there, he leaped and skillfully placed his hand on the open hole in the floor.
With his hands free, Vlad climbed through the hole and managed to draw his sword again.
"Haa…."
A righteous avenger.
A born killer.
Upon reaching the third floor, Vlad took his time, as if returning home, and retrieved the water jug from the brothel.
"…"
Jack's men were taken aback at the sight of Vlad.
What the hell had to happen to change a man like this?
"Shall we take a break? I think I can keep going."
"Get the hell out of here…!"
The boy chuckled, drinking from the jug's mouth.
Jack's men panicked as they watched the smile widen with each death.
“Rent must be charged for renting the house, damn it.”
Jack's men might have thought this was their territory, but they were wrong.
This was the Smile of Roses.
It was a child's home.
Every sword has a purpose.
Just like a large sword and a small one can be used in different situations, and a sharp sword is not always better than a dull one.
Such was the case with Bordan, who had always been bullied by Joseph.
He was old, fat, and barely knew how to handle a sword, but Joseph decided to keep him by his side.
He had a defined use for him.
"Are you sure you blocked the other alleys?"
"Of course... I did what I could."
Although he was just a simple knight, the mayor, who knew well the ins and outs of the aristocrats, raised his hands in surrender.
He wondered where that person had come from.
"Then why did you allow things to reach this point? Even the count must be aware."
"Because that guy Jack has an impressive skill... But after today, don't you think Soara's tumor will be removed?"
The mayor's embarrassment over the knight's use of the count's authority was palpable, but Bordan could only smile at the mayor's words.
"The tumor must be you."
Equals recognize each other.
How could Jack the One-Armed, a simple thug, dominate an area as large as an alley?
All this happened with the mayor's consent, who holds the title.
"By the way, when will the knights who will escort us inside arrive? They have been specially sent by House Bayezid..."
The mayor had summoned all the soldiers and knights stationed in Soara, but Bordan refused, saying there was someone specifically assigned for this task.
This was not just about eliminating the boss of the back alley known as Jack the One-Armed.
It was also the official debut of Vlad, organized by the Bayezid family.
"It seems they are arriving there."
The faint light illuminated the streets of the back alley.
There was a man walking alone there.
Fresh drops of blood still fell from the sword hanging at his side.
"Just one?"
"....."
The mayor seemed puzzled because he only saw one figure, but Bordan simply responded in silence.
"Have you come?"
"Yes. Sir. Bordan."
The boy exuded a strong smell of blood from his cloak.
The mayor, seeing Vlad for the first time, was taken aback by his appearance, and once again, he was taken aback by the atmosphere he emanated.
"They don't seem to match."
His face, looking elegant, showed the expression of a beast.
The golden blond hair, which anyone could envy, was soaked in blood, and his blue eyes shone with a glow so unusual even in the darkness of the night.
"I am ready."
"Thank you."
"Then, why don't you join the soldiers now? If you get seriously injured, I won't be able to face Lord Joseph."
Vlad smiled upon hearing Bordan's words.
The man's constant concern for his well-being was, in a way, reassuring.
"Even if I get hurt, I won't allow any harm to come to Sir Bordan."
"Not possible."
Once he confirmed the boy's determination, Bordan pulled out his own personal banner that he had prepared.
Although it only had two crests embroidered, simply holding it was a great honor for the individual.
"Is that a flag?"
"I thought that tradition had disappeared."
As Vlad and Bordan advanced, the soldiers began to murmur a bit.
What they were about to witness was practically a recreation of a forgotten scene from northern history.
"Plant the flag in the ground."
"Yes."
Vlad planted his own flag, which had been handed to him by Bordan, into the ground.
This land is mine from now on.
Under the honorable names that vouch for me, it will now exercise its own rights.
Even up to their lives.
"Good."
Upon confirming that the young man's statement was in place, Bordan pulled out a parchment from his pocket.
The boy carried the honor flag.
The sturdy knight carried the count's order.
The two swords each had a role to play.
"Listen! The alley thief, Jack, is trapped! For a long time, he has ignored the rules and laws established by the Bayezids, and he has been sucking the blood of the people!"
Bordan read out the contents of the parchment as he unfurled it, instead of Vlad, who was weak in etiquette and procedure.
If someone saw him for the first time, they would have applauded Bordan's bold appearance as he proclaimed.
"Therefore, I, Peter Bayezid, rightful owner of Soara, cannot allow your wickedness to continue. I send my representative, Vlad, and from now on, all the rights he exercises will be backed by both me, the rightful owner of Soara, and the faithful Church."
When the declaration, written by Joseph and approved by Peter, ended, the soldiers' shouts began to fill the air.
"Bayezid! Bayezid!"
"Kill Jack the One-Armed!"
"God will protect us!"
"Jack the One-Armed and his henchmen, open the door! Accept the rightful representative!"
But at the end of Bordan's solemn declaration, Rose's smile remained firmly closed.
And for good reason.
Because what awaits them, whether they open the door or not, is nothing but a harsh sentence.
"My job is done."
"Thank you."
Vlad, who had just finished polishing his sword, calmed his breathing at Bordan's words.
"I've told you before, there's no need to go this far. There are at least 50 people inside. So..."
"I said I will do it this way."
"Alright..."
Bordan nodded, seeing the young man's blue eyes filled with determination, and stepped aside.
It was natural for someone with their own world to have a distinctive stubbornness.
Only those who were sure of their path could wield Aura.
Bordan's work, who had come to assist the young man instead of Joseph and Jager, was done.
He had effectively intimidated the mayor and had used Soara's power to block Jack the One-Armed.
Now only the execution of the representative remained.
Vlad closed his eyes as he held his sword.
The soldiers around him nodded in response to the attitude that seemed like a prayer as he held his sword.
Everyone thought it was a fitting appearance for a legitimate representative, but as always, reality was different.
[Surely he's already preparing.]
'I know.'
[You must broaden your vision. This will be a battle completely different from anything you've experienced so far.]
'I am determined.'
Vlad, who had managed to have his own world, no longer spoke aloud or had conversations.
There was a horizon that connected worlds and worlds.
[Begin with a grand spectacle. In every battle, the key factor is initiative.]
After hearing the last piece of advice, Vlad slowly closed his left eye.
Slowly, a glow began to permeate the sword.
"It's Aura!"
"At his age?"
The soldiers exclaimed.
And Jack's men, who had been watching the action from the window, hurriedly closed the curtains in alarm.
The essence of victory lies in unpredictability.
And the young man who now stood out was the very embodiment of unpredictability.
"I am Vlad Of Soara."
Within his own world, Vlad thought.
Would Jorge have survived if he hadn't called him that day?
Would he have sought out Godin if Jack the One-Armed hadn't threatened Jorge?
"Before being the legitimate representative, I am also a legitimate avenger."
Although he had considered countless "what ifs" in his mind, the conclusion was always the same.
Jack the One-Armed must be killed.
"I am back, Jack the One-Armed. To end our struggle."
His world is eating into theirs.
As Joseph says, one can only move forward by cutting ties.
"I'm back. Jack the One-Armed!"
With a wild cry, the broken building opened up as the boy ran towards Rose's smile.
I am back.
To end it all.
Kwah-ah!
The boy's world, which had been firmly gathered, shattered Jack's world.
Rose's smile, which had been snatched away by the young man's strong blow, finally opened up.
***
"Kwaaaah!"
"What strength!"
The men blocking the door fell backwards, rolling miserably on the ground.
These men, who were nothing more than members of an organization, were insufficient to stop the sword of the young man, who had created his own world.
"Block the entrance so he can't get in!"
"Attack him!"
Among the scattered wood splinters.
The blond hair of the boy fluttered.
With drops of someone's blood.
Blades glimmered all around as the smile of the rose rose.
Sharp blades aimed at the boy who burst through the door.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Despite the attempts of Jack's men to stop the boy with their swords
The boy's dazzling counterattack broke through the rain of attacks and wicked blades.
Compared to the knight who looked like a wall, his attacks were pathetically weak.
"Aaah!"
"This guy is crazy!"
Vlad was no longer someone who used a half-hearted counterattack.
Whenever there was an opening, he had to seize it.
He must extend his sword to pierce.
Jager had said.
Godin had pierced all of Jorge's daggers with a single blow, but Vlad had not been able to do the same.
However, it would be possible with the few around him.
"Hyaaa!"
The boy's sword gleamed in an instant.
Jack's lackeys, who lost their balance for a moment, simply surrendered, with no way to resist their delicate bodies.
From the tip of the boy's sword, the same roses that bloomed on the day they blossomed were dazzlingly displayed.
"Throw the nets! Iron nets!"
The young man's energetic movements bewildered Jack's lackeys.
The brightly illuminated young man before them was not the Vlad they knew.
"Quick!"
Finally understanding the situation, Jack's lackeys went mad, but Vlad did not move according to their wishes.
Swish-swish-swish!
From upstairs, from a hallway surrounding the spacious lobby, iron nets were thrown.
Which fell without leaving space where the boy was, but Vlad had already expanded his field of vision according to the advice of the voice.
“······!”
Vlad, who detected the malice, closed his eyes and quickly rolled along the familiar hallway he had always walked through.
It was always the lobby where he had mischief.
"Too fast!"
"We can't reach him from our side!"
Vlad, who quickly removed the nets and skillfully hid behind a pillar and moved in the blind spot of the men, continued to wield his sword towards those who were defenseless.
"Ugh!"
"That boy is too fast!"
Although Jack's lackeys tried to erect a wall to stop the nets, it was already too late.
Vlad's nimble temperament and elite training were too much for Jack's lackeys to handle.
The young man was a promise that the prestigious Bayezid family of the north was watching.
"Block the stairs! There's only one staircase here!"
"Block firmly and then make them approach!"
"Hold them firmly and then make them attack!"
When the numbers they had prepared were blocked, Jack's men quickly flocked to the center stairs.
One of the basic common senses of strategy was that it was advantageous to occupy high and narrow places.
“······!”
And this knowledge was also known by the boy.
Vlad's eyes lit up as he saw Jack's men running towards the stairs.
The key to controlling the battlefield is the element of surprise.
Destroy the enemy unexpectedly and control the battlefield to trap the opponent in your world.
If that were possible, he could deliver a fatal blow to the opponent.
"What the hell?!"
Vlad quickly ran to the window at the front and tore the ropes of the large curtain hanging in the window.
And then, naturally holding the rising rope, he jumped to the second floor.
It was the curtain he had held for the red-haired girl.
"The madman came flying!"
"Grab the weapons! Go after him!"
Jack's men, caught by the boy's intentions, tried to build a wall to prevent Vlad from escaping, but it was already too late.
"Is this the best you can do?! Damn bastards!"
Vlad fiercely shouted as the men attacked him.
Although the blades the men wielded were sharp, their direction was inept.
It would have been much more threatening if he were fighting Jager.
"Argh!"
"Bow! Get the bow!"
A few people who knew how to shoot bows came down from the third floor, too fast and attacked Vlad.
"….!"
The first floor is the lobby, the second is the window.
"Shoot!"
The boy quickly opened the door to the room, shielding himself from the arrows.
It was the room door where Anna, who had been unjustly beaten for a short period of time, was.
Tadadadadadad-!
The arrows, inevitable in the narrow hallway, were blocked by the brothel door.
The visit specially ordered by Marcella had now been swept away by Jack's men, but she would forgive him.
"Ugh!"
Vlad pushed Jack's men, who hadn't moved out of the way yet, towards the open door.
The men, suddenly caught, began to struggle.
"Die!"
"Aaaah!"
Instead of women, men were being thrown onto the bed, pierced by sharp swords.
One whore per room.
Vlad obediently followed the rules of the rose's smile.
Tadadadadad!
He slammed the door shut, blocking the arrows.
To grab someone and stab them.
Repeating these simple tasks, Vlad advanced.
Towards Jack the Maimed on the fourth floor.
A short silver candle of 20 only gave me a short time to unleash my lust, but now no one can complain.
The men Vlad had put into the room would lie on wet beds for eternity.
"Up! Up!"
"That bastard!"
"Is that Vlad?"
Having failed to stop the boy on the first or second floor, Jack's men ran to the third floor.
The initial formation had long since collapsed.
[He must have killed more than twenty people.]
The voice was speechless seeing that the boy was showing much better movements than expected.
The talent you have is from your fierce effort and your strong will to do it.
The boy had more talent than anyone when it came to killing people.
"Block the stairs!"
"Okay, there are no curtains this time!"
Jack's men, who had once again blocked the stairs, looked at the boy with their weapons raised in what they thought was their last chance.
"Come in, bastard!"
"…Whoa."
Vlad, who had been swinging his sword nonstop, took a moment to catch his breath and assess the situation.
Even if he had his own world, he shouldn't have lunged through such a narrow space.
"Is this it?"
Vlad looked up and slowly walked through the second-floor corridors, which were nothing but corpses.
There were traces to find.
"This way!"
Burleigh, his gunner and superior, was a skilled but lazy man by nature.
Perhaps that's why he had a natural talent for inventing things on the fly.
That paved the way for the boy.
It was a sign, perhaps, of his final consideration for his subordinate.
Kwazik-!
"…What?"
"Why is it pierced?"
He had only touched the tip of the sword, and the ceiling of the second floor was pierced.
Burleigh repaired it.
Vlad smiled at Jack's men, who were still stupidly holding their weapons.
"I'm going in. Bastards."
"Stop him!"
"He's going up. He's going up!"
Drowning out the men's desperate cries, Vlad sheathed his sword and ran down the hallway.
"Stop…!"
Riding the momentum he gained from there, he leaped and skillfully placed his hand on the open hole in the floor.
With his hands free, Vlad climbed through the hole and managed to draw his sword again.
"Haa…."
A righteous avenger.
A born killer.
Upon reaching the third floor, Vlad took his time, as if returning home, and retrieved the water jug from the brothel.
"…"
Jack's men were taken aback at the sight of Vlad.
What the hell had to happen to change a man like this?
"Shall we take a break? I think I can keep going."
"Get the hell out of here…!"
The boy chuckled, drinking from the jug's mouth.
Jack's men panicked as they watched the smile widen with each death.
“Rent must be charged for renting the house, damn it.”
Jack's men might have thought this was their territory, but they were wrong.
This was the Smile of Roses.
It was a child's home.
