247. East, Cheonseon Academy (12)
In the past, there was an assassin called ‘Ghost of the Holy Land’ who made the continent tremble in fear.
Appearance, age, even gender.
There are two reasons why the nickname ‘Ghost of the Holy Land’ could be known on the continent, despite the fact that nothing was properly known.
First of all, it was inevitable to draw her attention because the people she assassinated all belonged to the high ranks of the kingdom, so to speak, the so-called high or the strong of the kingdom.
Secondly, the same sentence was written every time they died.
‘The guilty one will not be able to sever that link even after death.’
The public has never been able to figure out what message the eerie words written in the blood of the dead are trying to convey, but those who know information about ‘her’ must have been afraid.
It was a kind of revenge play.
The ghost of the Holy Kingdom finally disappeared after the murder of Cardinal Clarius, putting an end to its brutal revenge play.
In the underworld, there was a saying, ‘Never touch the Holy Kingdom’, so the interior was so solid that it was rare for a major figure in the Holy Kingdom to be assassinated. It is often praised by assassins as a person who carved legendary achievements.
The ghost of Seongguk was active about ten years ago, but since her assassination was full of mysterious events that drew public attention, there are still many stories about it.
At the time, an investigator who was investigating the scene where the ghost of the Holy Kingdom had been swept away wrote these sentences in his report.
‘It is estimated that the ghosts of the Holy Kingdom possess enormous divine power.’
And that sentence was the only sentence pointing to the correct answer among the many sentences written in their investigation report.
However, the report containing the contents was subsequently expunged without rumor. It was because a high-ranking person within the Holy Kingdom concealed the fact.
I know who it is.
It was none other than the Pope of the Holy Land who ordered the concealment of the report.
At this point, one such question will arise.
Why did the pope hide the report that contained the only clue to guess the identity of the heinous assassin who had caused great confusion in the Holy Land, and what the hell were those who were killed by the ghosts of the Holy Land related to? .
The answer to this riddle can be found in the ‘her she’ who looked down at me lying on her bed.
“……”
It was Priscilla, the academy medical officer, who was staring at me with her hands in the pockets of her white gown and her mouth shut.
The emerald eyes of her staring down at me without wavering showed emotions such as ‘disapproval’.
Soon she opened her mouth first.
“Didn’t I tell you not to overdo it? The only one in the freshman year who belonged to the exchange club was lying on the bed…”
“hahahaha, but thanks to my intervention, didn’t my work decrease? I prevented patients from appearing for treatment, so maybe this should be considered as part of the exchange meeting.”
“But you’ve become a ‘job’, haven’t you?”
“…That’s not wrong either.”
I groaned and turned my head to the ceiling.
Then, Priscilla sat on the chair next to the bed and put her hand on my forehead to check my condition.
“Your fever is high… How much blood did you shed?”
“I didn’t spill it… I guess I just vomited it up a little.”
While the monsters had to be dealt with, the King of Blood himself stepped forward and wrote 2 chapters of Yeokcheon without rest, and even caught the ankles of the monsters that had been missed with Shady’s power, so this was a natural result.
I overworked myself enough to not be filled with Reina’s bracelet, which is helpful for restoring physical strength, and the vitality that sprung up while leveling up in the middle.
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‘If that serpent hadn’t appeared, it wouldn’t have been this far…’
I did my best to block as much as possible, but that caught the attention of the Blood Sea King.
“But… You did a good job. Edward was so excited that he showered you with compliments.”
Priscilla put her hand on my forehead and stroked my hair hard enough to tangle it.
“What did you say?”
“It’s just. They say it’s not great and go around talking about it as if they were asking the teachers to listen.”
“You look like an instructor.”
“But I don’t think there are any injuries…”
Priscilla raised one of her eyebrows and continued her speech.
“…Unusually you came to me.”
“Oh… How sick I am right now. My whole body aches, my head hurts…”
“Where exactly does it hurt? Just tell me. I’ll shower you with holy power.”
Priscilla drew her divine power into her palm as if her faking was not going to work, and then she clenched her fists.
“No, no. I think I’ll recover just by lying in bed listening to the medic’s voice. It’ll take a little longer.”
“…He’s true too.”
Priscilla stood up from her seat as if she had nothing to do with me anymore.
She seems to leave the door right away, but she stops in front of the door and looks back at her.
“Have you met the ‘wild dog’?”
“……”
I was silent in response to her question.
[ Whoa…? ]
When things got interesting, she tilted her head even when looking around the hospital room.
“You didn’t think you would know, did you?”
“Well, since it was the medical officer who gave the warning, shouldn’t I have been able to find out as much as I could?”
The other day, before I met Volk, the ‘wild dog’, she warned me to be careful.
Perhaps what happened in the underworld leaked into her information network.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to do with him, but stop there.”
Priscilla’s eyes grew sharper.
Her low voice meant more than a warning.
“Why?”
“Those who make a living by killing people can’t be normal. You know very well that there’s nothing to be gained by hanging out with guys who don’t have blood or tears like that.”
“Is that so? My opinion is a little different.”
“…What do you want to talk about?”
In response to my answer, Priscilla leaned against her threshold and crossed her arms.
“As you know, it is true that I met a ‘wild dog’. However, what came to me was not a bloodless, tearless murderer… It was a young boy who was being used by bad adults.”
I know her secret just as she knows my secret.
“Wild dog. Seems like a pretty famous nickname in the underworld. And being famous there means countless bloodstained on the hands of that little boy.”
What I am talking about is not just about ‘Volk’, but also about Priscilla.
“……”
“I’m not trying to say that the boy is innocent of anything. But we can stop the blood of innocent people from getting on the hands of a boy who is desperate to save his sister. I want to let the boy know. He must kill people.” Blood on his hands doesn’t happen only when he sees it. I wonder if the time will come when the meaning of the blood on his hands will change someday.”
Priscilla’s mouth shut tight at the long answer.
Perhaps the current Priscilla is not the boy ‘Volk’ I described, but rather her own childhood, when she was used like a simple and convenient machine, killing people without any mercy.
Then Priscilla shakes her head from side to side, then turns around and walks out of her door.
“…Do whatever you want.”
With that short word, the conversation with Priscilla came to an end.
Anyway, I needed her care.
She wanted help from the ‘Ghost of the Holy Land’, not Priscilla, the academy medical officer.
It was unknown whether Guan-ju would really come after me as an academy cadet, but she was the best person to be able to stand against the monsters that could come from anywhere at any time.
‘Have you been fooling around…’
Borrowing her story from her volk, I conveyed what she wanted to say to her from before, but on the other hand, I was worried that I might have stimulated her more than necessary.
***
Treatment of the injured was completed fairly quickly.
Most of them were minor injuries, so everyone went back to their rooms, and the academician’s infirmary was quiet.
“Are you tired? Would you like a drink of this?”
A member of the academy came up to me and handed me a drink.
“No, I’m fine.”
But she refused because she had no appetite.
“Ahahahaha, it’s a tea that helps recover from fatigue… I’ll leave it here.”
“Thank you.”
Let’s smile, the councilor puts the tea on the desk and disappears somewhere.
Thanks to that, the surroundings became quiet, and I leaned back on the chair I was sitting on and looked at the ceiling.
What Jetto said to me was stuck in my head.
I reached for the ceiling.
However, in my field of vision, I did not see the long, slender hands, but the short, young girl’s hands with someone’s blood on them.
That day, too, I was reaching out like this.
I think I was wondering if the blood on my hands was washed away by the pouring rain.
However, the red blood, so thick, had been buried and hardened for a long time, so not a single drop of rain could wash it away.
Yes.
The girl at that time and I knew it well.
That the blood that had already been stained on her hands could never be erased.
Just because someone is being used without knowing anything, that crime doesn’t go away.
After I grew up, around the time when I was taller and my fingers were longer.
While escaping from their grasp and killing my father and those related to me, I wrote such words in their blood.
‘The guilty one will not be able to sever that link even after death.’
That was my message to the rest of the people waiting for my blade to come in, but it was also a statement to myself.
I am no different from them.
Even if I die, I will never be able to sever that link.
After the murder of Cardinal Clarius, that idea became stronger.
I washed my face to the extent that the skin was ripped off to get rid of Clarius’ blood that had splattered on my face, but as always, it didn’t come off well.
After a long revenge, nothing was left, and nothing changed.
There was only a girl standing there with blood on her hands.
“…Was it different?”
If the girl at that time had someone who would reach out to the girl like that blind man of the Murder Saint over there, would anything have changed?
Is there anyone around me who can accept my past, which is full of lies?
I don’t know about that either.
Well, if it was Edward, he would say ‘I see.’ You might say something like that and just let it go.
“It’s okay even if you don’t wash it…”
Those who have already died do not come back to life.
So I have no choice but to save more people than that.
I didn’t really like the nickname ‘Priscilla of the Blood’.
It’s not even his real name, and the word ‘seonhyeol’ made me think of blood in a different meaning.
‘You don’t always get blood on your hands when you kill someone. Then, I wonder if the time will come when the meaning of the blood on his hands will change.’
Jetto was right.
Not only when you kill someone, but when you bring them back to life, blood is bound to get on your hands.
Then maybe my revenge was meaningful. It meant that people like the girl at that time were prevented from appearing any more.
‘A funny guy.’
He came to me uncharacteristically and is making me think a lot.
Anyway, Jeto must have been very tired.
I heard from Kaliman that there were too many corpses of beasts slaughtered by him to count.
‘It’s a small prize, but I’ll have to let him rest for now.’
The moment I picked up the tea from the desk without much thought.
‘This smell…’
A faint but strange smell came from the car, so I sniffed again.
Then, he put a drop of tea on his finger and licked it.
“Hmm…”
After confirming the taste of the tea, I immediately stood up.
‘What is fatigue recovery?’
The tea had medicinal ingredients added to make it fall into a deep sleep. It was a medicine that was often used on non-target targets to eliminate witnesses during assassination.
It was strange that a person called a member of the council could not distinguish medicinal materials.
We’ll have to figure out what the plan is.