Those who have nothing to lose are the most fearful.
There is a saying, “Should you use a knife to kill a cow to kill a chicken?” As the critical new generation usually does, they may look at it crookedly and ask, “Why can’t we use it?” But that’s just because they don’t know much. When dealing with small things, small tools are more useful. Advising people to kill chickens with a knife is to approach the world from the perspective of a weapon rather than a tool.
The same goes for the world. I wouldn’t ask Tyr to face just one demi-human. Even if Tyr, the progenitor, brings in Ain, he will not get the desired results. So, I asked Count Erte, the staff member who runs Full Moon Castle, to do it.
… In fact, this vampire called Count Erte is a big man who is at the level of the lord of a territory. Dear lover, you are amazing. The country tilts as the rolling stone eats away at the lord with its jaw.
Count Erte, who disappeared somewhere for a while, soon returned.
“At the moment. There is only one blood relative of Prince Ruskinia who remains near Full Moon Castle.”
“One? “The numbers are a bit small.”
“The demi-human of the clan where the Elder sleeps is busy. Because I have to take care of the sleeping Elder’s work. As for Prince Ruskinia… “Because you don’t have many Ajins, this tendency is especially noticeable.”
‘A lot, rather than a lot.’ He created demi-humans often and killed them often, like expendable items or test subjects.’
As a mind reader, I could easily read the thoughts hidden in the blurry words. The more I read, the more I wonder what kind of person the dead Elder was. Even if he’s crazy, I don’t think he’s quite a crazy maniac.
“I sent you a message, but would you like to meet?”
“Yes. “Of course.”
“… All right.”
‘It’s okay to meet, but in these turbulent times, I don’t need to meet the blood relatives of the deceased Elder…’ ?’
Count Erte obeyed without saying a word, even though he had a question in his mind. Because there was an order from the Duke of Red Blood to assist me.
Because the opponent was me, if it had been a red-blooded ball, the question wouldn’t have even crossed my mind. As if they had become hands and feet.
If Prince Red dies like Ruskinia, what will happen to Count Erte? If you look at Ruskinia’s Ain this time, you will get a rough answer.
If you just read the thoughts, you will see that the person named Ruskinia was a vicious madman, and was the most avoided among vampires. However, the place that Count Erte guided me to in Ruskinia was surprisingly a hospital.
Third floor. It’s not high, but it’s wide. Unlike the results of the blood weaving workshop or Manwol, which had minimal aesthetic sense, the hospital was square and had a structure that emphasized efficiency.
In the hospital where the madman’s blood relatives remain and rule… To my surprise, there was a flow of relief and joy. The humans who visit here feel relieved that they are now alive, even though they are suffering through the winter.
While I was sitting in a room with a faint smell of blood in the air, a vampire came in, guided by Count Erte.
“The founder’s mistress? What’s going on? “There are no Elders here, nor are there any Yeilings who claim to be Elders and occupy the hospital.”
She was a vampire wearing a unique outfit called a sleeveless gown. He spoke as if my visit was very annoying.
“Rutrick. Be careful what you say. “This person is a person chosen by the founder himself.”
“Isn’t it a pet? “It would be difficult to expect the same treatment as livestock just because they were raised as pets.”
“Obviously. I warned you to be careful what you say….”
A subtle anger bloomed from Count Erte. The faint smell of blood floating around the hospital reacts to Count Erte’s blood-scanning technique.
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In an imminent fire situation, the one who retreats first is… The opponent was Lutrik.
“Sheesh. The sadness of not having an Elder is revealed here too.”
Lu Trick sighed in disapproval, nodded his head and said.
“I’m sorry. Because of our circumstances, we were a bit sensitive about our mistresses. “Okay, what’s going on with you?”
I don’t know if I’m sorry for suddenly starting an argument, but anyway. Now that I have some free time, I quietly read Lutric’s thoughts.
Hmm. Aha. Ohh.
No matter how crazy a descendant of a crazy elder he is, he suddenly becomes a pet to the progenitor’s mistress. If that pet tells you something, you’ll be in a lot of trouble.
Ain is the hands and feet of the Elder, and the progenitor is the ancestor of the Elder. Like Count Erte, if you look at it objectively, I have a higher rank. But that Ain suddenly f*cked his pet.
I forgot the topic… is also correct. Because the Elder right above him flew away and his rank disappeared.
But is that really all there is to it? Probably not. To some extent, Lutrick also intended it.
‘Did you meet the founder’s mistress in person? The tiger crawled in with its maw wide open.’
Behind Luthrik’s indifferent expression, there was a great secret lurking.
‘Thank you. It was easy to move around thanks to Sijo being stuck in the castle for a few days. Neither Valdamir nor the other Elders could figure out what we were doing, hanging out around the Full Moon Castle. Your presence is helpful…. I’ll kill you in front of the ancestor someday, but I’ll let you go right now.’
Wow. It was the first time I had ever thought of rebelling so openly, so I was a bit surprised. Shamelessly plotting a rebellion right in front of the castle of full moon? You seem to be quite confident in your acting.
Well, maybe it’s because she’s a vampire, but she doesn’t show any sign of anxiety in her expression or gestures. The emotionlessness itself is awkward, but even the awkwardness is natural because the other person is a vampire.
I came to investigate Ruskinia’s death and read such an interesting issue. Should I say good luck or bad luck?
One thing’s for sure, I’m in a bad mood.
“A lover?”
“hahahaha. No, I just feel a little bad.”
Scratching my head, I responded with a cool smile.
“The subject of Tyr’s family, the lizard’s tail that even lost Elder, and a pet? What the. Have you ever put your liver out of your stomach for being a vampire? Shall I mince everything but the liver and make salted fish?”
The person who was most surprised by the radical remarks was Count Erte. She, who had sided with me in response to the rude remarks on the other side, suddenly looked at me in trouble. Because she was also a vampire, not much was revealed, but Count Erthe was facing the greatest challenge in the life of a vampire.
Surprisingly, Lutric, who had been insulted to his face, remained calm.
“Is this a provocation?”
“They did the provocation first. I am the king of humans, and even the progenitor whom you treat like a god is inside me. “It’s not that I’m the same squire or descendant as you, but I can’t stand it when puppets and such talk about me as a pet.”
Since ancient times, an exemplary concubine has been to protect those in power on their backs and engage in misbehavior. When I went on a rampage and ran wild, Lutric was embarrassed, but
“Do you want to die? Then I will kill you. “Your other demi-human was also executed for acting in front of me, so I’ll send you one more so you don’t feel lonely.”
Unable to bear it anymore, Count Erte shouted.
“Dear concubine. Stop!”
“Huh? Count Erte, didn’t the Red Blood Prince order you to assist me? “Why are you telling me to stop?”
“It’s for you! “Someone who doesn’t normally do that, why suddenly!”
“Why all of a sudden? Did that person swear in context? “Is it true that Tyr said that to me, a guest he personally brought?”
While Erte and I were arguing, Lutric’s head was busy.
‘I thought I understood the subject well because I was with Sijo, but I didn’t know it would be so outrageous. What do we do. I want to let down the founder’s guard until the great mission takes place. If you lay your hands on the founder’s mistress here….’
What are you so worried about? I even gave you an excuse on purpose.
The Elder died, and Tyr lost control. Other vampires are still trapped in the bondage, but Ruskinia’s family has completely escaped the bondage of blood. Nothing binds you.
Even if you hit your head and die.
‘… However, Erte witnessed that her mistress provoked her first. Since I gave her the opportunity, she will understand if I attack her mistress. Whatever the outcome, it will not affect the action.’
Have you erased the fact that you started the fight from her mind? It’s a little shameful.
‘Thank you. A concubine. You turned the eyes of the founder, took away his control, and even gave him an excuse. It’s all thanks to you that the Elder died and gave us who were lost a chance to be liberated. ‘You probably didn’t mean to.’
Still, I said thank you, so I’ll move on. If you’re going to do it, do it quickly.
Because it was intentional.
“Even though we lost the Elder… “I didn’t lose my pride.”
Count Erte felt the energy getting stronger and shouted urgently.
“Rutrick. “Don’t be foolish!”
“The foolish thing has already happened. Who can reach what extent? That’s it!”
Lu Trick raised his arms. Torn stitches can be seen on the shoulders of his sleeveless gown. It may have once been a gown with full sleeves, but someone had ripped it off with great force and made it sleeveless.
What ripped off the sleeve? It was revealed right away.
Lutric’s arm, exposed outside his sleeveless shirt, was twisted. For an instant, as if it had multiple joints, his right arm was bent and angled eight times like a piece of paper. Smirking, Lutrick took a step forward, his right arm lashing out like a whip.
Ruskinia is a blood technician. Elder blood relatives who study the structure of the body itself use the body like a ‘tool.’
Jazra learned to use his arms like wings, and Lu Trick learned to use his body like a whip.
It is a blow that breaks the bones, gives elasticity to the muscles due to fatigue, and combines blood qigong and martial arts. The essence of technology that maximizes destructive power even while destroying one’s own body. The explosive power produced by the whip’s tip exceeds Historia’s bullet.
Shining red nails rush from the tip of the right hand at a speed that cannot be seen by the eye. If you get caught there, it’s a blow that you can’t block or avoid, even if it’s a rock.
At that time, a red line was drawn in front of my eyes.
Suddenly.
A red light flashed before his eyes, and when he came to his senses, he saw Lu Trick’s arm cut into five pieces and fluttering in the air. His severed fingers and strangely shaped joints dance wildly.
Rutrick muttered as his arm was being cut off.
“Blood Death… !”
Five tightly pulled red threads got caught in Lutric’s orbit. The blow he fired with the intention of destroying himself actually ended up hurting himself. Count Erte cut off Lutric’s arm just by reading the attack and installing the blood snake.
Rutrick spoke while regenerating his arm.
“You have learned the skills of another clan. Don’t you have any pride?”
“How dare you attack the founder’s mistress? Have you lost your mind?”
Lutrick’s provocation and my response were problems, but that was a problem in the end. Lutrik’s attack had a clear murderous intent, which made Count Erthe serious.
“It is treason, Lutric. From this moment on, Ain Lutrik of Ruskinia will be considered a traitor and will be destroyed forever!”
“This moment? No, you’re wrong. Erte.”
Lutric grinned.
“From the moment Prince Ruskinia died in vain, we have been traitors!”
He shook his shoulders. Then, blood gushed out from the cut section and reconnected as if tied with thread. The vampire, who instantly regenerated his arm, shouted fiercely and rushed forward.
“Die!”
“Where!”
Count Erte stabbed himself and scattered his blood. A red spider web spreads before his eyes, separating me and Lu Trick. The blood thread woven by Count Erte is tough and sharp, so Lutric will be cut if he touches it hastily.
However, even when Lutrik saw the spider web woven from blood thread in front of him, he still sneered.
“The tighter the thread is, the more likely it is to break.”
There is no need to tear down the entire room. If even one point of a tightly pulled thread is weakened, the thread loses its tension and breaks.
Blood death was also achieved through blood manipulation. It was created from Erte’s blood, but Lutric can also have a limited effect on it. A little while ago, when his arm was cut, the scattered blood droplets were on the blood clot, and Rutric moved the blood droplets with his blood art and gnawed at the blood clot.
Count Erte was astonished at the unfamiliar sight.
“Blood leech… ! “The skills of other blood relatives!”
“Learning skills is not the exclusive domain of red-blooded players!”
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Boom. Not wanting his arm to be cut off, Rutrick hit the web with his shoulder. Even if it is a sturdy blood stem, there is nothing you can do as long as the blood leech gnaws at it. The spider web broke apart leaving only a little resistance. Now the only remaining obstacle between him and me is a table. Count Erte hastily stretches out his hand, but it is too late.
In a desperate crisis, I quickly turned the table over. But Lutric’s whip-like arm tore the table like a piece of paper, then turned into a red thunderbolt and struck me.