The culprit is here
The return of the founder heated up the castle of Manwol for several days. The elderly, who lamented that they would not see the founder in this life, were so moved that they shed tears on their handkerchiefs, and children full of curiosity snooped around the castle to see the founder’s face even from afar. There was no fear he should have felt toward a vampire, nor the helplessness of a human being being dominated. Humans only had peace. I wonder if the feelings of the sheep looking over the fence are like this.
The vampires were overjoyed and overjoyed, but the emotions underlying them were slightly different. Some who knew of the Elder’s death feared what might happen. And the vampires who haven’t heard of the elder’s death.
“The Progenitor of….”
“… My dear!”
They were amazed to see me, and kept their mouths shut every time I passed by.
So. Don’t call me a lover. I feel bad for people listening. I am here, not as a concubine, but as a guest who has been kind to Tyr….
“Whew!”
Tyr recognized me from the other side of the hallway and greeted me. Kindness was fully revealed in the gentle expression, and excitement was evident in the slightly accelerated steps. The vampires who manage the founder’s castle shut their mouths in amazement at the unfamiliar father’s reaction.
‘I can’t believe the ancestor smiled at mere humans!’
‘For a thousand years, let alone a concubine, she has never touched a human body… ! How delicious the blood is!’
No, you can’t deny that she’s a concubine. Give me a little dignity like the founder. Stop her favorite tee too.
The voice of my heart did not reach. Wearing comfortable everyday clothes, not the usual dress, Tyr came close to me as much as her light clothes.
“You woke up early. Did you sleep well? Wasn’t there any uncomfortable place?”
“It was dark everywhere, so I didn’t even know it was daytime. Sorry for sleeping late… Yes? Early?”
“If you wake up after a day, it’s early. When a vampire lays down once, she stays there for a month and then often opens her eyes.”
“That’s the standard for vampires. We suspect that if we sleep for more than 12 hours, we will die soon. What if 24 hours have passed? Just have a funeral.”
“By your standards, we are already dead.”
“That’s right. Vampires are an example of the correctness of this standard.”
“Whoops. Indeed.”
‘Is it because my heart is revived, or is it because I feel happy just by talking…. Shouldn’t there be a distinction? All of these emotional fluctuations were a gift from the holiday.’
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If you listen to your heart, you’re actually a lover. It sounds a bit like that. It’s like a pillar west.
“We decided to look at the data together today. I’m sorry I was delayed because of me, but you’ll wake me up.”
“How can I wake you from a sound sleep? You can do it slowly by looking at the data. Because we don’t fight for time.”
“Yes? It’s a murder case though. Isn’t it urgent?”
“This is the first thing to be dealt with. However, more than 10 years have passed since Ruskinia died. Hurrying doesn’t change anything.”
Is this really what Sijo would say?
Even in the bottomless pit, Tyr’s words and actions showed a sense of ease. There is no way to run in a hurry, and it is said that a week or a month is an instant. At that time, he didn’t feel it because he was in the abyss, but when he came to the Principality of Mist, he understood.
The whole country is relaxed.
There is nothing urgent. The vampire lies down, not being chased by time, and she occasionally roams her streets, throwing savings coins and sucking her blood. Humans engage in economic activities with savings and gold, the price of blood. They go to a ranch or fishing ground to exchange for food, or look around and buy items brought by the wandering merchant group. Savings and gold coins used in this way return to the vampire in all kinds of forms.
When I couldn’t see it, I thought it was a human hell. The Mist Principality he saw in person was an idyllic country of livestock. Like a passing cloud, like a growing plant.
With a huge barrier between humans and vampires.
“I guess all the evidence is already gone. It’s troublesome. How can the investigation go on like this?”
“Isn’t there any evidence left? Because there are vampires who remember what happened back then.”
“Evidence always needs evidence to back it up.”
“Evidence… until?”
I felt an unusual premonition from the way Tyr tilted his head. Evidence. An item that explains the truth of a case, which is naturally necessary during a trial. It’s natural to ask for it.
But Tyr, the judge, tilted his head?
“I’m really curious, but what were you planning to do with the trial?”
“Listen to the story of the two. After that, the suspects are picked and punished. That’s all.”
“That’s it? Can I do that?”
“What more do I have to do? Would a vampire from the principality dare to lie in front of me?”
“What are you going to do? Is there any mind reading?”
When I asked back right away, Tyr asked if he had lost his confidence a bit.
“… Isn’t that how you judge these days?”
‘Did the way judgments change without my knowledge? I don’t know what the hell hasn’t changed.’
“It’s similar these days, too. For an important case, you seem to be doing a rough investigation. “
Even though military judges may impose excessive punishment compared to the crime, they also demand evidence. Hearing a report from a neighbor, they may come unexpectedly, but if they can’t find what they want, they just let it go. If you follow the orders of the military in the first place and then blindly arrest them, they will ignore strict punishment or whatever and just commit crimes.
Judgment is the state’s right to take revenge, not to prevent it from happening. Whether justice or the rule of law, trust that it will be done is important. In that sense, the death of the elder must also be approached cautiously and in a trustworthy way.
“Well, it’s not a fight between children, it’s a case of the death of an important person, so we have to find out the truth as much as possible. Listen to the testimony, but don’t believe it blindly. Shouldn’t we make a judgment after examining whether there are any contradictions?”
“… Mmm.”
‘I was going to take care of things after spending a little time with Hugh. I was able to live a happy life for about a year.’
A year is not a short time. At that point, isn’t it time to worry about the statute of limitations?
I decided to stay, but I have no intention of wasting time. I said to Tyr.
“I decided to help too, so let’s put our heads together and think about it.”
“Together…. If so. Let’s put our heads together and think…. Together, that is. Whoops.”
“Yes. Before looking at the data…. I want to hear a story from Tyr. Who Ruskinia is and who can kill him.”
“The data will be in my audience room, so let’s talk about it as we go there.”
Tyr led me ahead. The two vampire maids hung their heads in the hallway with their mouths shut, but Tyr passed them as if he were facing a folding screen.
Manwol Castle is a huge old castle with a height of more than 10 stories. Humans had a hard floor and high ceilings that they had to worry about joint health, but it wasn’t too much of a problem for a vampire who could swim in the dark.
Above all, the bricks of this castle were hardened by pouring human blood. The darkness filling the corridor is not the absence of light, but the power of the founder. In this ancient castle, created by balancing all kinds of powers, vampires could find their way even with their eyes closed, like bats in a cave.
Tyr guided me to the throne room of the progenitor at the top of the old castle. I thought I was going to walk up, but fortunately, I floated up with the red carpet supporting me.
I like that it’s comfortable. Maybe this red color too… Hmm.
Tyr started to explain while the carpet was moving.
“Ruskinia is a blood engineer. It would be hard to get a sense if I said it like this, so if I could say it more clearly…. He was a person who fixed and improved the human body by grafting blood and qigong techniques.”
“Fix and improve? Body?”
“Yes. Breaking and regenerating muscles, splitting and reattaching bones. In that way, I gradually made my body stronger one by one. In addition, he is a great master of the school of blood qigong, who pioneered the field of blood qigong by reproducing qigong with blood sculpting techniques. He is knowledgeable in many ways, and I also learned a lot from him.”
“If you break the muscles and split the bones. Can you say that you are similar to Kabila-sama?”
“No. At first glance, they look similar, but the two are opposites. From abilities to inclinations.”
Tyr pondered for a moment on how to explain this.
“Kabila was immersed in puppetry using dominance combined with black magic. To Kabila, dolls are her creations and objects of affection and care. And the humans under Kabila’s protection are no different from Kabila’s puppets.”
“Something is scary. To think of humans as puppets.”
“Hugh, this may be hard for you to accept, but Kabila is one of the kindest Elders to humans. I don’t kill people on my own, and I listen to their wishes wholeheartedly. Also, Kabila’s mercenary soldiers were created to do dangerous work to humans. In the most dangerous workplace in the Foggy Principality, they often use mercenary soldiers.”
Is that so? Well, even when I came, I used to cook with a mercenary bottle in the wagon. Cooking is for the living. Kabila said that she had a heart to consider at least the human taste.
In Claudia, only Kabila paid attention and killed the Thunder Guardians one by one. She might ask what kind of kindness she was, but compared to Lungken, who searched for strong enemies regardless of who was at her feet, or Valdamir, who treated them only as ‘power’… Kabila was at least human. So she was the least present.
As I was reflecting on my memories, I asked a thought that suddenly came to my mind.
“Wait a minute. I heard that the late Ruskinia is the complete opposite of Kabila? If Kabila-san is the kindest elder, then the late Ruskinia-san… ?”
“Your prediction is correct. Ruskinia was the harshest Elder to humans. To hone her blood qigong, she doesn’t mind cutting humans alive, and she used to break her bones and muscles for ‘improvement’.”
“Wow. It’s a little hard to say like this. Should I say I’m glad the dead Elder is him? I might have been dissected too.”
“If you don’t want to die, would you do such a thing to my honored guest? Anyway, Ruskinia was a source of vengeance even among vampires. It was because he killed so many humans that he ran out of blood.”
“Only waves, waves and ghost stories….”
It is ironic that Uiseon is the one who inherited that true blood. No, it might have been because he was a teacher on the other hand, so he focused more on saving people.
“So his blood relatives have the ability to uniquely manipulate the body with blood qigong. Like the Ain Jazra I saw last time, I use my cape as wings to flap and fly, and I twist my leg bones and muscles to jump high into the sky. If you want to use your body bizarrely, refer to it as it is a blood relative of Ruskinia.”
“I don’t know the criteria for a freak. I even know a vampire who cut my chest open and showed me my heart.”
“There were circumstances at that time, weren’t there? Thanks to you, I have a relationship with you.”
Tyr, who gave a cold-hearted rebuke, continued.
“One, no matter how much you incur a grudge, an elder is an elder. Ruskinia’s strength is awe-inspiring, and her regenerative power is unmatched. Neither vampires nor humans would dare to even think of hurting you.”
“But did you hurt it?”
“… Yes.”
“Since it has already happened, such an assumption is meaningless. Now, someone killed the elder. Then it must be the culprit who has the means to kill the elder. Tyr. How can I kill the Immortal Elder?”
Even Tyr took a long time to think about this. As the bloody carpet led us to Tyr’s throne room, Tyr pondered and spoke with difficulty.
“Even an immortal El can reach immortality if its very existence is blurred. For example, maybe not this one, but if you subdue it and then throw it deep into the sea of harm. His body will be scattered in the sea and disappear forever.”
“I guess so. If you touch the salt water in the sea, blood will leak out, and sea monsters who smell the blood will flock from all directions. The sea itself is like a big beast. If swallowed… It will be completely digested and you won’t even be able to find it.”
“Or, after being torn to shreds, if left in the terrifyingly powerful sun for a week or so, it will suffer irreversible damage.”
“Because sunlight changes all things. If it is sun-dried with the body of a vampire exposed, even El may be dangerous.”
Vampires are immortal but not invincible. Sun, garlic and running water. Vampires hate them for a reason. If the degree is severe, the very existence of the vampire could be threatened.
But….
“But, isn’t that a sign?”
Tir let out an admiring chuckle and looked at me with expectant eyes.
“Amazing. Why do you think so?”
“Because, a vampire inheriting true blood has appeared.”
Ruskinia died, but a new Elder appeared who inherited his true blood. Lire Nightingale. It’s not yet, but in the future of the regressors, the elder who will be called righteous. Lire was definitely dealing with blood scavenging enough to be proud of as an elder.
It must be true that she inherited her true blood. Then.
“The fact that true blood was passed on did not mean falling into the sea or being burned in the sun… It would be correct to assume that someone attacked and defeated the elder, and then took the true blood with superior blood-sculpting techniques.”
Doo-dung. The culprit is a vampire. This is the bloody truth I have reached.
Hughes, the King of Humans, can make this level of deduction with just this many clues. Tyr sincerely admired my reasoning.
‘As expected, Hugh. Even though he was the king of humans, I thought it would be difficult to understand the work of vampires. My expectations were pleasantly wrong…. Maybe, Hyuga will find out the truth about Ruskinia’s death.’
… Uh, I read it mind-reading, so don’t trust me too much.