308. What is it
The courtyard of the Black Sea Castle.
There, a boy was looking at the flowers growing in the courtyard.
“I met the blind man from before.”
The boy’s name is Biryu.
He was a person who took up a military position in the blood religion at a young age.
“Yes, as the soldier warned us, he had extraordinary skills. I wanted to dig up more information, but I felt like I would be in danger if I watched him any longer, so I left in a hurry.”
A blood wizard following him answers the boy’s question.
He was a blood wizard who once assisted Seo Cho-ryang and was present at the scene on the night of Seo Cho-ryang’s rebellion.
He was able to preserve his life by leaving in time after arguing with Seocho Ryang.
“So, did you say that academy cadets would also come to the festival?”
“Yes, it looks like their routes will overlap with ours.”
“This guy is a guy who goes out of his way even for things that have nothing to do with him. To put it simply, he’s a big idiot. And if he’s that kind of guy, he’ll be more than capable of protecting the civilians who were enjoying the festival.”
Biryu had previously received an order from Hyeolma Guhwi to eliminate those involved in the death of Wijahan, a former soldier of Hyeolgyo.
So, based on the letter that Wei Zihan left behind, he had been collecting information about the blind swordsman ‘Jeto’, who was called a Paradise Exile or Paradise Returner.
After investigating in detail the man named Zeto, I found out that he was indeed an annoying guy from Biryu’s point of view.
He was unable to escape death while fighting a black-horned goblin, but was resurrected due to a miracle by a saint.
Afterwards, his fame spread throughout the West as a living symbol of miracles.
The more I looked into him, the more mysterious he was.
I don’t know why, but there’s a bounty worth 50,000 gold taels on. Even though there is such a huge bounty attached, isn’t his head still attached?
There were even rumors that he traveled around Eastern countries and solved the problems that their leaders were suffering from.
In Yishai, students were suddenly invited to a banquet without any particular reason, and in Hwaguk, scenes were often captured of a meeting with a shaman who was said to be a person of real power while helping to retrieve a divine beast.
There is no need to explain at length about the Cheonseon academic view. It was deeply intertwined with the death of Wei Ja-han, the governor of Cheonseonhakgwan and a soldier of Blood Religion.
“And now they’ve stopped the Yue Dynasty rebellion…”
Biryu, who picked the flower, frowns.
There is no way for him to figure out Zeto’s intentions.
‘I got nothing in compensation. Is it possible or impossible to just silently show goodwill to a country, not a person, and then leave?…’
For what purpose did he solve a series of cases?
For fame?
That said, these are incidents that are not well known to the public.
To build friendships with high-ranking people?
There is no reason for him, who is already a knight of a saint, to come all the way to the East and win the favor of the leaders.
‘I can’t figure out where I’m looking. As if I had gone blind.’
Biryu, who was pondering as he took off the petals of the flower he had picked, soon opened his mouth.
“In order for the plan to proceed smoothly, we need to slow them down.”
“We have already prepared ourselves for death.”
“Oh my gosh. Even if you don’t do that, I’ve sent the phlebotomist team.”
“Are you saying you brought in the ‘bloodletting group’?”
The Sahyeoldan is one of the elite units under the Blood Cult. It is said that each of the 30 members of the unit ate as many as a hundred humans.
The place where they passed was given the name bloodletting because as much blood as the sand on the floor was shed.
These people were mainly responsible for very dangerous missions even within the religious cult, so it was difficult to see their faces unless they were a religious leader, an elder, or a military figure such as Biryu.
Biryu throws the flower with its missing petals on the floor and soon continues his speech.
“It’s not just one cadet. Aren’t there also ‘dark bloods’ there? Of course, it would be better to avoid confronting them head-on as much as possible, and I hope it will just stop them from holding on to their ankles…”
“Don’t worry, soldier. I think the phlebotomist group will be able to hold their feet. There will be a bloody storm.”
The blood mage couldn’t help but giggle as if he had imagined the cadets being massacred by the bloodletting group.
But Biryu cuts off his laughter with a stern voice.
“That’s our hope.”
Biryu, who had talked to goblins a few times, knew. The goblins, who were crueler than blood religion, were so frightened when they heard their name.
“Even if they enter the festival as scheduled, they will not be able to stop our plan. We have prepared this carefully…”
“Oh, my goodness. Didn’t you buy a lot of crystal balls from the West just for that one plan?”
“…I just wanted to direct the operation in real time as possible. I can’t let a few psychopaths ruin the leader’s long-standing plans.”
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Biryu always pursued perfection.
Although he was not ambitious enough to covet a higher position, he always tried to complete any task entrusted to him.
His personality was also the reason he was able to sit in the military.
“Still, he’s a psychopath. Aren’t they amazing subordinates?”
“Was that a bit harsh? I went to the bloodletting group last night and saw the women being eaten alive. It’s been three years since I came to Black Sea Castle, but I still can’t get used to it.”
Biryu narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky.
The blue moon in the sky was shining brightly without knowing what would happen next.
‘The phlebotomist team should have arrived by now…’
***
The cadets were on a carriage headed to the patriotic country to enjoy the festival.
It had been a while since we got on the carriage and it was now night. Soon the wagon train stopped and it was time to set up the tent.
“They say that in a country where you protect your country, you have to be wary of even a passing old man.”
“Why?”
“That’s because he could be a reclusive expert.”
“Hermit expert?”
“It means a hidden power. Look over there. That old man over there may look like an ordinary old man, but he could be an expert flying through the air at night.”
“After listening to it, it seems like there’s something unusual about the energy.”
“He just seems like an ordinary old man…”
As always, Lucia was the first to tell nonsense, and those who didn’t have much to enjoy in her carriage were curious about her nonsense.
“Anyway, what’s going on? You finished reading the book.”
In the meantime, Yuri looks at Kaen, who was reading on one side of the carriage.
“Isn’t reading a virtue that an educated person should have?”
“What kind of book is this? It’s very old.”
“Wow, this is a book I got from Yueguo. Take a look.”
Yuri, who was curious about the contents of the book, pushed her face in, but Kaen immediately closed her book.
It was definitely not a book with content that could be readily shown to others.
I knew the contents of that book.
That’s because Sierra, who was behind Kaen’s back, was reading a book to me.
[ So what did Baek Cheon-gyeol do? Why don’t you read more! This means opening the book again…! ]
Sierra, who was reading her book with Kaen, seemed to have become immersed in her content before she knew it, and she let out a yell that she couldn’t hear.
It was Baek Do-hwa’s diary.
Just in case, it seems Baekdohwa also wrote a diary.
As if they were a married couple, they got along well and worked hard to keep her records.
The source of the diary is probably ‘Wolyeonghoe.’
Since it was an organization run by Baek Do-hwa, it didn’t feel strange that they were holding Baek Do-hwa’s diary.
In the diary, there were scenes from Baek Cheon-gyeol’s memories. Although most of the scenes were not.
According to what I have learned so far, Baek Do-hwa’s diary is full of love stories between Baek Cheon-gyeol and Baek Do-hwa, to the extent that it can be considered a romance novel.
[ Hmm, I wonder how their conversation went. Rather, is this book authentic? If it is genuine, it should be considered a relic since it is from hundreds of years ago. ]
Thanks to this, she was able to see that Sierra also had a surprisingly girly side.
She was enjoying Baek Do-hwa’s diary without even knowing in her dreams that Kaen was Baek Do-hwa’s reincarnation.
But you can’t tell us that fact, right?
It seemed better to let her enjoy herself, at least for now.
ㅡCow!!!
While watching Sierra as she was herding, suddenly, a loud vibration that shook the ground came from outside her.
In the aftermath, the birds sleeping in the forest each fly away, making cries.
“What did you mean from earlier?”
“Is something happening?”
Izel asked me a question as I heard an unknown sound from time to time.
“Zeto, do you know what’s happening outside?”
“I don’t know. I guess they’re doing construction at least.”
“This late at night?”
“You don’t have to worry. The instructors are guarding the outside.”
Although I only vaguely looked around, I knew better than anyone else what was happening outside.
ㅡClumsy.
The eerie sound of blood splattering.
Others may have missed the sound because they don’t have great hearing like me, but as someone who has a sense of spirit, I couldn’t miss it.
A feeble life seeping out from beyond the dark forest. Blood splashing everywhere with the vibration.
And the carriage runs without stopping as if it doesn’t care about them.
All the circumstances pointed to just one situation.
The instructors who always played around were finally doing something called work.
‘It’s reliable, but it’s a waste of experience.’
Should I have designated Edward as a colleague?
***
Meanwhile, Maeng Rip, the leader of the bloodletting group, was witnessing a living nightmare.
With all the bones in his body crushed, all he could do was lean against a tree and look at the ‘nightmare’ who was looking down at him.
‘If we set up a trap on the way the carriage procession passes and target the cadets, we will be able to hold it back.’
They received orders from the blood religion’s military leader, Biryu, and faithfully carried out their duties as he instructed.
I set up a trap on the road, blended into the darkness, and waited for the wagon train to stop.
There was only one mistake they made.
‘If the black blood responds quickly, give up and turn away. ‘You guys are not people you can deal with.’
He ignored Biryu’s advice.
I thought it was a young boy who was lucky enough to take up a military position one morning and was saying he didn’t know much about bloodletting.
But it wasn’t like that.
Biryu simply analyzed the military power more objectively than anyone else in the blood religion and made that judgment.
With that one mistake, their plan became meaningless.
There was no case of the carriage being caught in a trap and overturning.
The phlebotomist did not have to taste the blood of the confused cadets.
However, a massacre did occur.
This is a merciless massacre targeting members of the bloodletting group, not the academy’s cadets.
“Blood magic is not that difficult to dispel. Kaliman, are you done with that?”
In response to the brown-haired woman’s question, the man, whose forearms were soaked in blood, holds his hand against a tree and suppresses nausea.
“…I feel like I’m going to vomit.”
“You should have stopped drinking less.”
“Is this what you’re talking about? Anyway, wizards don’t know because they don’t move their bodies.”
“You’re not an animal, so why do you use your body? You can make me kneel with just a wave of my hand.”
A woman chatting with a man lowers her upright finger.
ㅡPwaek!!!
Soon, Maeng Rip’s men, who were kneeling on the floor and unable to move, were thrown straight down, their entire bodies flattened to a grotesque level, and blood spurted out like a canteen exploding.
Nightmare, who had turned his head to their chatter, looks down at Maeng Rip again.
A silver-haired man whose eyes were so torn that he reminded him of a century-old snake.
As the head of the blood phlebotomist group, Maeng Rip had experienced all sorts of hardships, but now he was feeling so scared that he wet his pants, as if he were a child having a nightmare.
Soon, he, who was drawing a line at the corner of his mouth, asks Maeng Rip a somewhat absurd question.
“So what do you guys do?”
“Didn’t you hear it earlier? They said it was a bloodletting group.”
“What is a phlebotomist?”
“I don’t know that either.”