Volume 10 Episode 8+
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“Yeah! hey!”
Petus shouted and ran towards Hamaye.
Yeah, a hippo falling down.
Petus barely holds him with both arms.
You have cast a barrier magic.
I could feel Rondo’s sword hitting the barrier, but that wasn’t important.
Petus called Hamaye again and again with trembling eyes.
“Note… army… .”
Hamaye was dying.
He chose his own death.
You broke the circle.
“No! You must not give up like this!”
Petus grabbed that hippopotamus.
Hamaye was not just a knight for Petus.
-This is the child who will become your knight in the future.
A close friend who has been with him since the days he remembered.
“You have only one left… This is my family!”
Family.
Article.
Jimin Young.
Everything Petus lost.
Hamaye was the only thing left for Petus.
“Master… .”
“The only thing lost was the master… no.”
Hamaye says with a bitter smile.
“They… They were family, friends, colleagues… .”
The Red Bat Knights.
They were fanatical and loyal to Petus.
It wasn’t because Blandro Petus did anything to them.
Loyalty from childhood.
“We also… It’s like.”
It was because they were those who suffered the same sorrow.
-plural.
It was what everyone wanted.
And Petus was the only one who could do it.
Because they weren’t the knights who had reached their limits, but Petus himself was the one who reached that point.
“Your vengeance… ate ours… .”
Petus ate everything.
So the red bat didn’t have to live with revenge.
Life for Petus.
I was able to live my life as a knight.
That was the reason for their loyalty.
“Be done.”
The power of Fetus obtained from Cream.
It’s thirst.
And it was binge eating.
Eat it like the cream has it.
And take that power away.
So.
-Complete.
With Lee’s help, imperfection became perfection, but imperfection was not complete.
That’s a curse deep within Petus’ circle.
-Your completion is… .
He also said beneficial.
-I can’t do that.
Even Lee Rowoon said that he couldn’t help him complete it.
This is not the realm of the body.
Spirit.
It’s called the realm of the soul.
-I won’t force you to complete it.
After all, there is power in a profit.
“Are you really going to entrust everything to him? ?”
Hamaye says.
“Do it yourself. Isn’t that what the Lord wants… .”
“Yeah… .”
“Directly… .”
Hamaye says with a smile.
“Please complete our revenge… .”
The barrier that Petus had hit was broken.
Rondo was approaching without hesitation.
The beginning and the end.
They all walk the same.
It was a gait that only a doll could do, something that no human could do.
“If you do this, you will become like the author. I will keep it.”
To death.
“I will not leave.”
Becoming a soul.
“I will not let the Count become a doll.”
Protect him.
That was Hamaye’s idea of a knight, chivalry, and loyalty.
“Come on… .”
Everything about Hamaye is scattered.
“Come on!”
It just dies, nothing happens.
Petus’ eyes fluttered.
“I will never forget you.”
Petus’ mouth opens wide.
“Get your revenge.”
Its mouth goes to Hamaye’s shoulder.
“I am your lord.”
Kwajik-!
A long fang pierced Hamaye’s shoulder.
Everything Hamaye had was seeping into him.
Rondo’s sword slashed at such Petus.
But the sword did not achieve its purpose.
Once again, a pillar of blood rises.
The pillar that smashed the Count soared up to where the clouds fell.
In that huge vortex, Rondon’s black sword was lost.
A solid line of blood was flowing from the outside where the battle was taking place and was coming towards Petus.
Everything is united.
The scattered things become one.
-Complete.
It was complete.
The hand protruding from the column of blood.
It pierced Rondo’s chest.
The column of blood subsides, revealing the finished person.
Long black hair.
Eyes red as blood.
Petus, who was a middle-aged man, regained his youth.
I got my life back.
You have regained your soul.
It was complete.
“I am Blandro Pettus.”
It was a regression.
“It is an avenger.”
The day the Duke of Slaughter came to visit Count Petus.
All that was flowing was blood.
Petus’ family, knights, and close friends all died.
In return.
-I’ll give you a present.
Cream shoved something deep into Fetus.
A power called magic.
Humans could or should not have power.
-Master!
Hamaye woke him up from the ruins.
-Hama yeah… !
In the midst of the tragedy, Petus said.
-You… would you have died?
Hamaye, and the Red Bat Knights.
They were also killed by the Duke of Slaughter.
-How do you… .
-What are you talking about! Lord! Lord!
Petus ran away at that voice.
Leaving behind the vaguely emerging truth, I thought this was reality.
-I’ll stake everything on my master’s revenge.
The will of the Knights unite.
They would risk everything to get Petus’ revenge.
It wasn’t just Pettus who lost their family and friends in the massacre of Count Petus, but they too.
Their loyalty was different from before.
Everything was right with Petus, and there was nothing against Petus’ will.
‘I knew.’
I knew.
The vaguely felt truth.
‘You have already met your death that day.’
The Carnage of Count Petus.
It would have been wrong if the Red Bat Knights had done nothing in the wake of the slaughter.
The Red Bat Knights fought for Count Petus and Count Petus.
-Are you loyal? Still, useless things should be thrown away.
They all died that day.
-Yeah.
-Yes. Lord.
Hamaye in front of you is not a living person, but a dead person.
The dead.
And they.
-You don’t leave my side. Until the day of the completion of revenge, I will be with you until the day I die.
-I will offer my allegiance.
I found out that I was a dead person who originated from me.
The power given by the Duke of Slaughter in exchange for losing everything.
It was the power that caused the false dead.
The power of sucking up living creatures and absorbing them.
The unforgivable power.
-You seem to have noticed, are you still reluctant to accept it?
-Well, that should be what you want. But in the end you won’t be complete.
He said to Petus.
-After all, since you are in a state of fragmentation, you can turn imperfection into perfection, but as long as you are fragmented, it cannot be complete.
To do that, we must become one.
Hamayeah.
‘I knew it.’
You already knew that.
They are already dead, dead.
And it is an illusion revived by his own blood and memories.
Things that were divided like that.
They become one again and unite.
It was evolution.
“Avengers.”
Petus’ fist pierced through Rondo’s belly.
The bulging blood vessels were pulsating as if they were alive.
Rondo boasted a vitality close to immortality.
He was drying up like a broken doll.
On his neck as he tried to rebel.
Petus shoves his teeth.
It flows.
The great life that Rondo has.
All those memories that Rondo had.
Scream, scream, scream.
Rondo has fallen.
-The power you have is the power of a vampire that went extinct in Gehenna.
-Vampire.
It was called that.
Krim’s eyes tremble.
“No, oh, hey!”
He screams.
He was nothing more than a relationship between Petus and Hamaye.
A being as if the souls are connected and become one.
“Rondo… ! rondo!”
The only thing that makes sense to Cream.
“Rondo-!”
It was a child.
Cream is a made human.
It was a homunculus, a little human in a flask.
Obviously, he was not given the ability to reproduce.
Prospering offspring was the essence of life, but to him it was a power he was not allowed to have.
Those long years.
He was alone.
– Your Majesty the Duke.
– Peacock.
-Duke.
Many people passed by, but none of them could fill the void in Cream.
So I was angry and frustrated.
From then on.
I dreamed of treason.
A being born to be loyal.
It dreamed of treason.
That was Rondo.
The crystallization of one’s own will, and the finished product.
“The doll that is out of the ring of the monarch is dead.”
Outside the ring of the emperor, a being who is not loyal to the emperor and is loyal only for himself.
For thousands of years, Rondo was the only creature that Cream had put all their effort into.
It’s dead.
Boiling energy.
Creme was about to ignite this wrath by pouring it all out.
“Is that your blessing?”
Lee Rowoon is right.
A privilege that only the Duke can enjoy.
It was possible to make a wish to the guardian dragon, a divine being outside of human beings.
Creme dreamed of treason, but wished for a child.
It boils even more.
“You failed.”
I look at Lee Roon.
– slaughter. That’s your name.
I was going to take revenge by exploding everything he had.
“You are pretending to be angry.”
“You have not been given feelings. Just as you were not given fertility, emotions are also something that a created human cannot have.”
“Your everything was just what the fragments you ate were possessed. Or you are just observing humans for many years and acting out what you have seen and heard.”
“Is it Rondo? your doll.”
“It and you are no different.”
Krim looks up at Yi-woon.
He was stepping down the air as a staircase.
“I won’t teach you how to live.”
The energy of the boiling cream gradually begins to subside.
“You will die today.”
Immortal.
You want to die, but you cannot die.
It is said to bring death to oneself.
“Tell me again.”
Lee Rowoon was now facing Cream.
If Cream reached out, he could grab Lee Rowoon’s neck, and if he extended his blade, it felt like he could cut through his heart.
“I will not show you how to live.”
Irreversible.
That’s the cream.
“I can give you revenge.”
The energy of the boiling cream subsided.
Open!
He opened his arms.
“Eat me. Heir of the Empire.”
Crime said.