446 – Reverse Heaven Trial – 9
“I don’t like it.”
Kabila’s expression hardened for a moment at the words that sounded like a child’s complaint. However, Kabila’s reaction was no longer important to Tirkanjaka. Tirkanjaka said.
“To die again? To those years when you lose your revived heart and emotions and feel only boredom and boredom?”
Once you realize this, there is no going back. For Tirkanjaka, giving up the heart he so desperately wanted was like dying.
The reason why founder Tirkanjaka always falls into a long sleep is because there is no difference between lying in a coffin and being awake. With no sense or emotion, it was difficult for her to concentrate on anything other than destroying Seonghwangcheong, and even in those attempts, she lost much of her interest when she realized that Seonghwangcheong was using it to consolidate his power.
For her, her most enjoyable pastime was falling asleep and seeing the world change after waking up. When she closed and opened her eyes, she was filled with new knowledge, sophisticated music, and unique paintings. Even though she read and appreciated it mechanically, it was the only meaningful change for Tir Khan Jakkar.
“Are you demanding solitude and boredom from me? This is absurd. I am Sijo. Your beginning and end. “How dare you demand something from me?”
“Sister, it’s not a request….”
“My power no longer extends to you, but it is all within me. I am still me. “You say I have changed, but it’s the opposite.”
Sijo has changed. However, her attitude or behavior did not change at all. She came back and ruled, as she always did. It doesn’t really dominate. Either sleep, or quietly rule the country. It was one of two things.
Tirkanjaka has not changed. She has changed.
“It’s you guys, right? It is not I who have abandoned you, but you have abandoned me.”
“… Sister. Not me. “For my sister.”
“Kabila. “Did you really think I didn’t know?”
Tir Khan Jaka looked around her with red eyes.
Muri and Rahu Khan. And Bakuta is not doing much to deal with her shell. Bakuta, unable to bear her hunger, tears off one of her claws and eats it. The rest are calmly waiting for Tirkanjaka’s choice as if watching.
Even without thinking about it for long, I could tell that this situation had been staged. The vampires had been peaceful for too long to engage in a royal struggle. As a vampire, I wasn’t nervous or embarrassed, but… That doesn’t guarantee acting skills.
“Didn’t you wake them up and instigate them? Otherwise, why did they who were asleep come looking for me?”
“Oh, no. Sister. That was awakened by Luskinia’s relatives who wanted to slander her older sister….”
“As you say, if they are hostile to me, then it would be Rahan who should wake up first. It makes sense to wake Rahan first and then move under his control. I will not awaken Rahu, who is merely watching, or Muri, who is devoted to me.”
Kabila was devastated when he was easily discovered. Her emotions are not revealed on her face, but they often subtly appear in the gaps between silence and speech, even if it is not in her facial expressions.
My guess was correct. Tirkanjaka then questioned Kabila.
“Are you trying to deceive me and stop my heart, Kabila? She said she had ominous magical powers and it was I who brought you back to life after you were killed? I loved you so much… You are the most ungrateful….”
Emotions that cannot be hidden are revealed. It is not the cold anger of a vampire, but the humiliation of a betrayed monarch. Kabila was bitter when she realized that her ancestor had really changed as she watched Tir Khan Xhaka’s expression change.
“… “My sister is bad.”
Kabila left Tirkanjaka behind and slowly got up.
“Only you can tell us what to do. Her older sister was even bothered by that. She went to sleep far away, leaving the country behind, and returned decades later to see what had changed. “All we have left to do is prepare a piece that will please her sister.”
“Everything you did was for me?”
“Loyalty to her sister. Because that’s the only feeling we have left. But not only does she not take care of us, she even abandoned us. “She even took my only joy.”
So she is getting back what she deserves.
As Kabila said that, Tir Khan Xaka felt something surge in her heart. Anger and resentment that she had never experienced during her time as a vampire flowed through her veins. Her vision narrows and her speech becomes harsh. The heart she had hoped for so desperately was truly working as it pleased. Tirkanjaka, who felt life even at this point, honestly expressed his feelings.
“You had some joy. “I had nothing.”
Tirkanjaka stood facing Kabila and spoke.
“Sitting on this throne and watching was the same as closing your eyes. You, of course, as well as other demi-humans and Yeilings, were only playing with dolls according to my will. It would have been better for me not to be here, to rule the country and focus on my original job. So I leave the castle and take a long sleep in another land. “Because watching the world change is less boring.”
She poured out all of her inner feelings that she had never been able to share with anyone before and shouted to all of her elders.
“The only joy is gone? I have already lived like that for over a thousand years. “You, who saved your lives thanks to me, can’t last even three days!”
Kabila understood Tirkanjaka. She is a vampire and has no blood or tears, but she is so she can be understood regardless of her sensibilities.
Likewise, she can act without being attached to any emotions. Kabila issued her ultimatum.
“Sister. “Why not?”
“I would rather leave this country without my heart stopping. That’s what I mean!”
“No, that doesn’t work.”
Cheolpuk.
A shallow pool of blood rose at her feet. It was so secretive that it was difficult to notice, but it was a force so enormous that it was almost comparable to a natural phenomenon.
Blood and its dominance comparable to a lake. A powerful blood-scanning technique in a quantitative sense. There is only one owner of this power, excluding Tirkanjaka.
Countess Herzé Butt walked steadily while holding the hem of her skirt, fearing that she might get wet with blood. The sound of a slap and blood splashing rang out.
Reverse Heaven Trial dot com“I want to give up the power over all people and live as an ordinary human being. Sijo. How blessed… “Are you an arrogant being?”
“Erzebut. Are you trying to break your heart too?”
“That can’t be right. Chances are, they pass by so quickly that you have to grab them when they come into your hands. Kabila’s proposal was the last chance to return everything to the way it was. “The founder doesn’t want that.”
And thorns came out from the blood that flowed on the floor. Tir Khan Xhaka felt something sharp digging into her body.
The thorn pierced Tirkanjaka’s skin. The girl’s delicate skin could not block the blood-red rose’s thorns. However, the blood control technique within Tirkanjaka was different, and he fought a duel with Erzebut, who had invaded his body, for control of the blood.
Of course, it was Tirkanjaka who won the tug-of-war. However, it was a victory that only hurt. She, who had already distinguished between the inside and the outside of her body, was unable to take in the mixed blood that Erzébut handled.
“Erzebut… !”
“O progenitor. Your power is not yours alone. That blood is the power to rule and control everyone. If someone who breaks free and abandons the country still holds power… “There is no need to take care of yourself, lead your family, or lead a country.”
Erzébut went on a bright red tangent and spoke with a smile that had become a habit.
“O progenitor. If you want to move away from this country and power… “Please leave the blood behind.”
Countess Erzébut. The embodiment of the lust for power and the desire to show off. Maybe, she was doing it for her world that made her her vampire. She used her immense vanity and need for recognition for her entire progenitor.
However, that desire still remained within Erzébut. Her desire from when she was alive remained in her actions as she appointed herself as her progenitor’s maid and influenced her internal affairs.
Her desire did not disappear. The desire for something from her still remains. No matter what form it takes.
The vampires filling the hall are moving. Not to the progenitor, but to each of their own squires.
Kabila avoided her gaze as if regretful. She couldn’t bear to confront her ancestor directly, so she climbed onto the shell of the sea beast and sat down as if observing her. It was clear that her offer was kind.
Because the rest even had the intention of attacking the founder if not possible.
“Is that what you guys meant…? .”
One progenitor, she has to deal with, at least all the vampires in this place. Fortunately, Kabila and Runken were in a somewhat wait-and-see position.
“Crung. “After hearing it, it’s all true!”
Boom. Runken got up from his seat. He walked down, splashing blood noisily, looked at the progenitor, and stood between Erzhebut and the other elders.
Erzébut said as if he knew it would happen.
“Now I have finally made up my mind. He said he didn’t like difficult stories and told me to figure it out on my own. “I’m glad I decided to use my intelligence now.”
“Shut up, female.”
“Cancer… Cut?”
Lunken, who silenced Erzsebut with excessive rudeness, laughed, showing his molars.
“Thoughts? Sniff. That’s something only weak people do. Just fluttering with your short teeth won’t solve anything. In the end, it’s all about changing anything! Strength!”
After stamping his foot hard, Runken lowered his stance and glared at Tir Khanjaka. The molars sticking out of the teeth were shaking towards the founder. As if I had been waiting for this fight.
“No matter how grandiose it is, it is ultimately the logic of power! Yes, to determine the head of the group! It is right to decide by force! “I will take on the challenge first!”
Runken roared at the progenitor.
“Sa-u-ja-! Sijo, the time has come to take on the challenge you’ve been putting off!”
Boom. Longken immediately hit the ground and rushed towards Sijo.