454 – Yeokcheon Trial – Conclusion
Unlike others, Du Lahan is the only one who became an Elder by ‘hostile’ against the progenitor. Dark knight. A legendary being who cut off the heads of prominent knights as the Headless Knight.
It is true to historical fact that the head of Du Lahan, the dark knight who is said to have swung his head like a mace, is separated from his body. However, he never appears with just his head without a body. Because it was his body that was the object of fear, not his head.
I asked towards Du Lahan’s head.
“Lord Du Lahan. “How did you come here?”
“… Yes… bloke!”
His voice sounded like scraping the bottom of an empty bowl. It seems like there is a problem with vocalization because there is no lower part of the neck. Even if the Elder is strong, even I can’t defeat him like this.
As the most powerful ally appeared in the most helpless form, Erzébut opened his eyes and scolded Baldamir.
“Valdamir? What’s going on? “What about Du Lahan’s body?”
“His body was left behind. “If his head and body are together, he will most likely try to rebel against his ancestor.”
“… Yes… ?”
He still doesn’t seem to understand why he only cut off his head when he was trying to fight back against the founder. You should know by now.
“Your head is stiff, Madame Erzébut. Do you really need to explain it in words so you can understand?”
I kindly explained it to Erzébut to facilitate his understanding.
“The Red Blood Ball is not on your side. This person has no intention of attacking Tyr like you do. What if he was a traitor who dared to rebel against his founder?”
Erzsebut realized it too late. Why was Baldamir away? He went to wake Dullahan alone. And now, he asked again, pretending not to know anything, and before he knew it, he had gotten this close.
The moment Erzhebut was about to respond, Baldamir also moved. Erzébut spread his fan as if to shake him off. The powerful control responded to the blood on the floor, and the blood spurted out like a wall, separating her and Valdamir. At the same time, red vines and tangled bricks gathered to grab Valdamir’s ankles. It seemed as if the whole world was trying to capture Valdamir.
Valdamir’s response to him was concise. Holding his greatsword above his head, he slashed hard. Everything that stood in his way was cut in two. Not vines, not bricks, not even waves of liquid blood.
It cuts down objects and even the power of blood magic. Erzébut, who knew better than anyone else how powerful Baldamir was, instead pressed him as a sheep. A lot more blood than from the cut poured out like a waterfall, soaking up all sorts of things.
Erzebut’s strength in blood magic is overwhelming. Even blood does not respond to Valdamir’s power. Here, the only things that Valdamir can control are his body and his great sword.
However, that was enough to deal with Erzhebut. Baldamir waved his finger.
Is it Qigong or blood manipulation? Or, the power of something that combined the two moved the great sword. The great sword flew as if it were alive and spun around on its own. The great sword, which gradually became faster, soon turned into a storm. Baldamir whirled and removed the obstruction, jumped on top of Erzébut, grabbed the handle of the moving greatsword, and lowered it.
An irresistible blow divided the world. Erzébut fought back with all his might, but his mastery of blood could not stop the all-shattering blow. His fan was torn in half, and his blood was scattered out of control.
Vampires have little fear of death. Because he’s immortal and doesn’t feel pain? There is that, but it is probably because the will to live is weak. Just as he couldn’t get the thrill of gambling with fake money.
But now, Erzébut, who happened to have his own wish, became desperate. Erzébut shouted to her family.
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“Me, me! “Protect me!”
However, there was no one who answered her call. Because Erzebut’s family was suppressed by Count Erte and other subordinates of Valdamir.
Even if they are the same demihuman, Valdamir’s demihuman is special. The descendants who learned and mastered the powers of other Elders were better at dealing with vampires than with humans. Erzhebut’s demi-humans were suppressed by just two people.
A desperate situation. Erzébut shouted as he held on to the great sword that was digging deeper.
“Valdamir… ! What a betrayal!”
“Betrayal? “I have never betrayed myself.”
Valdamir muttered as he thrust his greatsword deeper.
Erzébut, the Elder, does not die from her physical damage. No matter how many times I tried to mess with her dominance, her strong hold remained.
However, with my body being crushed by the great sword, I had no strength left to use for anything else. She said, with Erzébut barely able to stand up to her greatsword.
“You, you called Socheop and told him! The principality needs change… ! “I just agreed with him and moved!”
Anyway, I thought the movements of the lazy elders were too sudden. The red blood ball was instigated from behind the scenes.
Is this a being that can be incited by an Elder? She will not act unless she has a rational basis. Only if the Elder, who has as much power and influence as a red blood ball, promises her support will she make any move. As expected, there was a red-blooded communist behind the rebellion.
You probably didn’t know it was a trap.
Baldamir muttered as she drove her greatsword deeper.
“There were just two. You and Du Lahan.”
“What… this?”
“After throwing off her shackles, the Elder will surely one day stand up to her founder. Du Lahan would do that as soon as he threw off the shackles, and you would sneak around behind the scenes and take advantage of the opportunity to make a move. You were a little more troublesome than Du Lahan. So I just resorted to cumbersome measures.”
It was from the beginning. The time when the elders noticed that the chain had been broken, and the desire that had been suppressed for a long time began to bloom.
From then on, Valdamir calmly planned to find the traitor.
‘It’s not another stupid elder, it’s me… ! ‘You couldn’t even notice the betrayal!’
Erzsebut felt insulted. It was directed at Valdamir, but it was also directed at himself. Before she became an Elder, she sacrificed her entire territory to a vampire through political strife. She’s only at the mercy of one red-blooded ball.
“From the beginning… ! “Did you plan on leading me into a trap!”
“I gave you an opportunity to move. “I was just standing at the end of the road.”
Baldamir tightened his grip on his greatsword and retracted his left hand like a claw. Blood clots on his hands and his fingers turn into large teeth. Erzébut became thoughtful as he recognized the power concentrated in his left hand.
“Blood leech! The power of Bakuta… !”
“I learned it. “You will need it when dealing with the Elder.”
The same Elder can kill the Elder. You can strike her in the neck, subdue her, and then disrupt her dominance with her blood magic, leading to immortality. If there is gluttony there, things become many times easier. Because you make the other person’s blood your own.
Gluttony itself may not be as powerful as Bakuta, but Valdamir will be more useful than him. Erzébut shouted urgently.
“Everything. You! “Do you have any intention of becoming the king of the principality instead of the founder?”
Baldamir, who was about to devour her Erzébut with her gluttony, paused for a moment and looked down at her. Erzébut struggled and cried out desperately.
“I am confident. Baldamir. It is possible with your strength! Tirkanjaka cannot defeat you. Especially now that I have lost even the power I had! “If you are, you can truly take control of everything!”
“What?”
“Everything! Vampire, human, elder! “Everyone in this country!”
Although he spoke desperately, he was cool-headed at the same time. For her, her biggest enemy now is neither the progenitor nor me, but Baldamir. If the person you thought was an ally turns his back on you, you have no chance of winning.
However, if you can make him your ally, everything goes smoothly.
“I will give up Jinhyeol. Let me make you my second founder! If you kill the progenitor and take her power, you will stand tall as the undisputed monarch of this country… ! “There is no need to receive orders from the progenitor anymore!”
Baldamir, who was thinking a little, let out a small groan. Erzébut took this as a positive sign and whispered with a faint smile.
“I don’t know if it’s Tirkanjaka, but if it’s you, I can entrust you with the small book and this country. Socheopdo, serve you with sincerity….”
“No need.”
Phuwak.
Valdamir’s grip swallowed Erzebut’s head. His fingers engulfed Ergé Butte like teeth. The flowing blood flows into the cracks of the palms. The remaining remnants tried to take shape again, focusing on blood magic, but Valdamir persistently traced the source of the power.
Cutting, slashing, persistently distracting Erzébut. Baldamir found something in Erzé Butt’s body, which was broken before his form was formed, and stretched out his hand and squeezed it.
Tyr’s true blood, the source of regenerative power.
Jinhyeol, which once belonged to Tyr, but was altered after being with Erzebut for a long time. Tyr’s blood given to the Elder.
Jinhyeol collected blood and flesh and stitched them together to restore the Elder’s body. Even though the source was fully revealed, Erzébut still did not die.
“Hmm.”
If he used a little more strength, he could have annihilated Erzébut, but Valdamir stopped with one last step left. Erzebut was a traitor, but Jinhyeol was a part of Tyr. He picked up the blood again and spoke without even looking at me.
“Favorite concubine.”
“Yes?”
“Good job.”
“What?”
“What caught Erzébut’s ankle. Thanks to this, the founder was able to ease his burden.”
I like Valdamir’s speaking style, but it’s difficult to deal with.
He wasn’t guessing my heart. He declared that he would think so. Now, I believe that I lured Erzsebut for Tyr… Rather than waiting. I only acknowledged it because my actions helped Tyr.
Valdamir will not pass over my true feelings and will only judge me based on the revealed results. Even though he may make a wrong decision, he will not be swayed by my words and make a wrong decision.
“It was for my own survival rather than for Tyr’s sake.”
“That’s wise.”
“Not really. Because you made things up your own way, you were trapped in the castle and almost died. “It looks like you anticipated the Elder’s betrayal, so why didn’t you stop it in advance?”
Valdamir answered as if it were obvious.
“Because it’s not betrayal until you do it.”
Valdamir remained loyal to Tyr and did not nip the rebellion in the bud in advance. Although he may have incited Erzébut, he simply watched until she led a rebellion of her own. Because Valdamir was not a mind reader.
It’s hard to say because I’m also a mind reader.
Similar to me, but completely opposite. If I watch because I want to see the realization of the will, he watches the result because he cannot know the will. Should I say he is considerate or should I say fearless.
Well, it doesn’t matter since we’re walking the same path right now….
“….”
“What is it? “You suddenly looked at me like that.”
Valdamir, who was about to leave for Tyr immediately, looked at me without saying a word. Just as an ominous feeling was running down his spine, Baldamir muttered as he picked up his greatsword again.
“… “It’s not betrayal until you do it.”
“Yes?”
“Even if the king of humans betrays the affection of his ancestors. “It’s not betrayal until you abandon it.”
‘Even though he loves his ancestors… Or even if you don’t sympathize with them. It would be presumptuous of me to deal with it in my own way before the progenitor experienced it himself. Either way, it is good for the founder to have a new experience.’
This person is something. Rather than being loyal to Tyr, he is loyal. He doesn’t seem to have any intention of betraying him, but he doesn’t think of Tyr as a god or a king.
This feeling….
“Mr. Valdamir. “Can I ask one question?”
“I will listen.”
Look at the Malbon bird. I asked while grumbling inwardly.
“As Erzébut said, you could have been the second founder, but why didn’t you do that?”
“There’s no reason to do it.”
“No. “Of course.”
It was a short answer and a simple truth, but it was not the answer I wanted.
Wow. It is possible to read a vampire’s thoughts, but it would be too inefficient to read such vast memories and infer their emotions. Even in those days, emotions were so rare that it was impossible to read only the memorable memories.
It is better to think of the answer as a question and then read it. What would be better? After choosing a question, I asked one more question.
“What do you expect from Tyr?”
“Expectations?”
Was it a question that was close to the core? Uncharacteristically, Valdamir narrowed his brows and pondered.
The vampire stops at the point where he receives her blood. The body, the mind, and even the emotions. The first thing that came to mind for Valdamir was the memory right before he died.
I lost my family and territory. He swore revenge, but he was powerless. He used all his strength, mobilized his connections, and came up with a plan, but it ultimately failed and he ran away. While he was dying in a nameless forest while being chased by enemies, a girl appeared in front of him.
A pure white girl covered in rags. There was not a single scratch on her body as she stepped through the rough undergrowth with her bare feet. She smelled blood and thought the beast would come first, but she was a girl who didn’t know if she was a witch or an angel. On the way to the end, it was a truly happy miscalculation.
-It’s miserable.
Valdamir tried his best and failed. Even if he vows revenge, he only does it when it is within his power. If he fails to achieve it even though he has faced everything, it is a helpless failure. Baldamir was a human being who only went so far.
-I heard your story. The leader of the rebels who challenged King Kong out of revenge. I put in a lot of effort, but it looks like I ran out of strength in the end. To my chagrin.
Is that really the case?
Contrary to what is known to the public, Baldamir did not cry out for revenge. He was a realistic human being. Even if the enemy was right in front of him, he didn’t mess things up out of revenge.
At the same time, he was a more romantic person than anyone else. Because even though he knew it was virtually impossible, he chose to fight instead of running away.
-If you are like me, you might be able to endure eternity of loneliness and endless suffering.
The girl mumbled and bit her porcelain finger. Her blood, which would later be called Jinhyeol, drips down in lumps and then suddenly stops. The girl’s blood, which gathered like beads in the air, slowly seeped into Valdamir’s body. A gigantic power consumed him, taking the place of the blood that had lost control in his dying body.
-I’ll give you a chance to start over. If you want to live, accept my blood.
I had no lingering desire to start over and achieve it. He just failed, because he has already achieved his revenge.
His soldiers were wiped out. His vassals and subordinates became slaves or disappeared as a result of his execution. The alliance was broken and his companion was made a sinner. He lost the gamble he risked everything on.
I tried my best and failed miserably, but wouldn’t it be so ugly to ask for another chance now that I’ve lost everything?
Baldamir pursued romance even if it meant using realistic means. Even though he achieved this with such great power that he may have fallen from nowhere, it is not his achievement. Even though he might be a loser, he couldn’t become ugly.
It may have been meaningful to resist in the face of such great power, but it was time for Valdamir, who had reached his own conclusion, to refuse. The girl muttered in a cold and lonely voice.
-And… After you have achieved your revenge, become my limbs and help me in my revenge.
However, on the contrary.
The girl who didn’t know whether she was a witch or an angel needed him.
Although he possessed cold and deep hatred and revenge, and had endless power. The young yet ancient founder Tirkanjaka needed Baldamir. He could be her means.
I lost everything anyway. What he was responsible for has been reduced to the dust of history. Aren’t these good conditions to become someone’s tool? Although Valdamir failed, the girl has a chance to succeed.
Instead of resisting, Valdamir accepted the power. Deciding to live his second life in ugliness, he opened his mouth and accepted his blood.
Valdamir’s wish is to help Tirkanjaka. The elder’s duty is to serve the ancestors.
Because everything we do as limbs matches Valdamir’s wishes… Unlike other Elders who stopped, Valdamir became stronger. He established a system based on the example of other countries, and trained himself to increase his strength and acquire skills.
So that Sijo can one day fulfill her wish.
“….”
Valdamir looked at me silently. For a moment, a scene flashed through his mind. Tyr, dressed in a beautiful dress, smiles brightly and holds out her hand. And then I drew a picture of me appearing on the other side looking like I was in trouble and suddenly snatching it away.
What Valdamir imagined was Tyr’s wedding. The other person doesn’t like something about me. Immediately after that, Valdamir became very uncomfortable. Valdamir took Du Lahan’s head and Erzébut’s heart and turned around.
“I said I would listen, but I have no obligation to speak.”
Baldamir blurted out and moved towards the castle as if he would not say any more. To subdue traitors who dare attack the founder.
I was left behind and pondered over the thoughts I had read a moment ago.
… Was it a loss?