157 – Blood Mother – (4)
“Kasimir.”
I muttered his name.
Kasimir, the apostle of fresh blood. He was an apostle who took the position of the boss of Act 7.
Act 7 was full of all sorts of nasty dead ends. Kidnapping is a daily occurrence, and Lynchia’s aides are corrupted by blood relatives or corpse explosions, ruining the mausoleum and letting the player catch the back goal.
The final boss, Bloody Kazimir, wasn’t too difficult in itself, but he was the one who cast the most annoying pattern in raising an empress, commonly known as Jjoki.
When the blood is gone, she puts straws on nearby blood relatives and recovers to almost full blood, and if she had dealt with the remnants beforehand, it was a nuisance to put a straw on Lynchia.
“Hey, I’m glad the celebrities recognized me.”
“Mosquito baby.”
Taken aback by those words, Emma shook her shoulders.
Why are you reacting?
“What is that great person up to here?”
“I heard a story about a duo who openly kills my family. I was going to look at that hideous mug, but what is this? There was a familiar face.”
Kasimir smiled brightly at Emma.
Her laugh made Emma just click her tongue with her insect-bitten expression.
“I thought I wouldn’t be able to come out alive, but it seems you managed to negotiate. Mother, did you want freedom even by betraying her child?”
“…… I made a deal.”
“I guess so. Since long ago, her mother cared only for her own comfort.”
Ema’s expression darkened noticeably.
I don’t know what happened between the two, but I didn’t intend to leave it like this.
I stepped in front of Emma.
“Hey, mosquito.”
“Are you stuck with that name?”
“Or should I call you a fool?”
I’m not sure, but Kazimir is the first blood relative of Emma. She is, in effect, her eldest son betraying her, so there’s nothing wrong with her immorality.
Kazimir heard me and she sighed. Then she chins towards me and opens her mouth.
“What are you doing?”
“Why are you here? Are you going to fight?”
I snapped the wrist holding the sword hilt.
Actually, I don’t think I can defeat Kazimir single-handedly. However, since it is said to have been expressed through borrowing her body, she must not be able to use her original strength. Besides, Emma, the ancestor of all vampires, is next to me. Then there was nothing to be afraid of.
Kazimir seemed to have the same thoughts as me, so she looked at Ernst’s sword tip and groaned slightly.
“Well, it’s not like she didn’t assume that we were fighting against you, but…… With a body like this, the limits must be clear.”
Kazimir shrugged her shoulders as he looked at her in the void.
“Furthermore, I have eyes to see, and since I have received a trustworthy order not to kill me, I would like to leave here… ….”
“… ….”
“Still, I think it’s polite to say hello.”
Just do it.
As Kazimir flicked his hand, shadows began to flow from everywhere as a signal.
The shimmering figures could only be seen after getting close to the bonfire. Each and every one of them had their pupils dyed red, and they were kinsmen.
“Is it a volume offensive?”
“You can make as many clans as you like. If only the old-fashioned way was abandoned.”
Kasimir murmured as if talking to Emma and stepped back. At the same time, the black smoke that flowed from his feet enveloped her whole body and soared high into the sky.
As I fixed my sword, I looked over at my kinsmen who stood besieging us.
It didn’t look strong. However, since he is a vampire, he will not be able to deal with it simply by driving a knife through his heart.
Above all, the number is quite large. Roughly a hundred or so. If you add the guys hidden behind the trees, it will be double that.
“Emma, can you deal with me?”
“…… No, it will be difficult.”
Ema replied with a displeased expression, gnashing her teeth.
“These guys aren’t vampires made in an orthodox way. I can’t defeat them with my blood magic.”
“Useless, really.”
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“I told you. In front of Kazimir, Jim is just an insectivore.”
It was a harsh evaluation.
In the end, I grabbed Emma’s arm and dragged her.
“Can you run?”
“Maybe.”
Then there is only one way.
I poured mana into Ernst and threw it out with all my might.
Kwaguawang!
Trees fell with a roar, creating a huge escape route.
“Let’s run away.”
Emma just nodded her head at my words.
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“You fight well. Are you saying that killing Atral wasn’t an accident?”
Sitting in a rocking chair, Kazimir smiled.
The place where his body is located is the southern part of the continent. Kazimir was currently observing the war situation by borrowing the eyes of a small fish.
Indeed, numerous blood relatives were rushing forward in madness, but Fried Iscobal lightly shook them off.
It seems to reach, but it does not reach. Superhuman physical abilities and mana sensitivity. Finally, to a quick situational judgment.
“This should be given a generous score.”
Kasimir muttered with a hearty laugh.
Arwen, the Apostle of Corruption, sitting across from him and resting his chin on his chin, sighed.
“Hey blood. Are your family members dying? Are you praising the enemy in that situation?”
“hahahaha. They are not family or anything. It’s just a temporary use of people from nearby villages. Can a puppet with no roots become a blood relative?”
“To be vicious. You might get hit with a knife then?”
“So, didn’t Mr. Arwen cheer when this knight killed Atral? I think it’s better than that.”
Kasimir remembers vividly.
The image of Arwen soaking in joy watching the battle at the mausoleum from a distance.
Iscobal was overjoyed that he had grown up, and he immediately left for Lumen El to wake up Cleta? Probably.
Arwen muttered as he puffed out his cheeks.
“But…… Iscobal is a body bound by a covenant. If he dies, he’ll be in a lot of trouble.”
“Are you saying that the subject of the oath should not die?”
“Yes. In fact, the subject of the oath is Iscobal. Besides, he also has variables. Aren’t you curious what will happen?”
With a dry laugh, Arwen also looked at the situation through the illusion of sepia floating in the air.
Fried, who almost succeeded in getting out of the huge forest, was about to throw Emma high.
“Looks like your mother has found a new man.”
“Not at all pleasant.”
“Yes. It was said to be angry.”
Arwen yawned and looked away.
There was a girl with gray hair staring at the two of them with an expressionless face.
“You look in a bad mood, Cleta.”
The girl, Cleta Iscobal, gently lowered her eyelids at Arwen’s sarcasm.
“It’s frustrating, these clothes.”
She tugged at the hem of her dress in displeasure. In reality, she had platinum-colored jewelry dangling from her tight white cloth, and finally, she had even wrapped her holy cloth. It is not only uncomfortable to move, but also hot.
Midsummer weather, southern continent, thick clothes. No wonder Cleta was dissatisfied.
“It can’t be helped. Just wait until we get to the capital.”
“Above all.”
Cleta opened her mouth.
“It’s too uncomfortable to be honored as a saint.”
She let out a sigh and tightened her clenched fists, crushing the edge of her mahogany table.
Cleta’s position within the Church of the Moon was close to that of a wise god. Her followers treat themselves as if they saw her savior. Whether these stupid people had no eyes for people at all, or Arwen’s resourcefulness, they were treating Cleta as her great leader.
On the one hand, the priests of her Foreign God were looking at her with her fear of seeing her monster, on the other hand, with her awe, which was the greatest piece of her Foreign God.
All these gazes were uncomfortable and unpleasant for Cleta.
Arwen, who had been watching her closely, approached her side of Cleta and wrapped her arms around her neck.
“It was hard, our Cleta~. Isn’t it to meet her beloved brother? Be patient a little.”
“I don’t love you. I have never been in love.”
“Really?”
“She didn’t know anything. When she was little, she might have liked her brother, but now she doesn’t at all.”
“…… Hmm.”
Arwen lengthened her nasal passages.
And whispered in her ear.
“Then, do you know?”
“…… Yes.”
Cleta nodding her head.
Arwen continued as she sat on the corner of her crushed body.
“The oath is absolute. That’s why your brother can never kill you.”
“Yes.”
“But the opposite holds true.”
“… ….”
Saving the agent of the foreign press, killing the agent of the principal.
The subject of the oath, Fried Iscobal.
With his existence, a relationship is established between Cleta, the agent of the foreign press, and Irn, the agent of the principal agent.
It was also not a coincidence that the last remaining member of Irn’s clan was Lynthia, who looked just like Cleta, but it was inevitable. Wouldn’t it have been based on this oath? She guessed so.
In the end, due to this background, both sides declared inviolability over Freed.
Paradoxically, if Fried was gone, the constraints of this great pact would also disappear.
“What…… If it’s simply killing the empress, it could be done with any number of other tricks, but…….”
Cleta accepted Arwen’s backstory.
“That’s why it’s not the painting Mr. Arwen wants.”
“Right.”
“The reason why my brother shouldn’t have died to Mr. Atral… ….”
“Yes, yes.”
Cleta bit her lip and continued her words.
“I, no one else, kill my brother and eat the empress. That’s it, right?”
“Right. Kill the last remaining Ayren and usurp her power. It is to accept the power of the Creator God. Then you are a godhead…… No You can be God himself.”
Arwen smiled broadly.
Other apostles simply twisted her body to receive even a little more power from the foreign gods, but Arwen was different.
She wanted a higher place. Rather than the authority bestowed by an unknown god, the divinity itself.
In that sense, Cleta was the perfect tool to make her wish come true.
“Ha ha.”
Cleta let out a sigh.
“Well, I will make this happen. Arwen’s wish.”
“It should come out like that, hahahaha.”
At Arwen’s laughter, Cleta said with a mysterious smile.
“I will become a god.”
At that echo, Kazimir, who was concentrating on the battle, let out a wry smile.
“Crazy, everyone.”
Of course, it was a good thing for him.
No, rather, if Cleta becomes a god, she will be able to receive any amount of that blood.
In this way, the madmen pursued their own goals.