Children of the Holy Emperor Chapter 149

§ 149. Eve (4)

The night of a social gathering at the townhouse.

Ricardo was somehow found in the back garden covered in blood.

It is said that there was a large amount of blood around him at the time, apparently weighing several liters.

However, since Confucius’ body was actually intact and without any wounds, the question of whose blood it belonged to still remains.

‘… no way?’

When he first heard the story from Dasha, only one person came to mind.

A human who can not only heal wounds but also regenerate lost blood in real time.

‘Oh, I guess not. The gentleman was in the main palace at the time… … .’

In any case, it is said that from that evening, Ricardo showed severe delirium and began receiving intensive treatment from doctors.

Seongjin was also busy with things like paying attention to Cadmus and preparing for the birthday party, so beating him was being put off.

but.

-I don’t want to die like that.

We can’t just leave the guy who made those sounds out of our little boy’s mouth!

[Ugh. Even though your father warned you so much, why do you always create these unexpected situations?]

As I was approaching the townhouse without any trace, the demon lord sighed and remembered.

‘Don’t say anything you don’t know. This is within the expected range. ‘Maybe now is the perfect timing.’

[Eh?]

ruler. Think about it, devil.

Is it common for everyone to be so preoccupied with one thing the day before a big event begins?

Everyone is busy preparing for the birthday party or having a personal social gathering. Even now, irregular banquets are being held simultaneously here and there on the imperial capital, including the Scarzzapino home?

[…] Huh?]

As Seongjin expected, security was concentrated in the place where key figures were gathered, and the road leading to the townhouse was quieter than usual.

[I can’t believe it! On the topic of Lee Seong-jin!]

What are you saying? As I said before, I am quite thorough in my preparation.

It was because I didn’t have time, but I was ready to kick Ricardo at any time.

Of course, from time to time, I encountered night guests dressed similarly to Seongjin and his group.

“This is our agent.”

Dasha said as she sent a hand signal through the darkness.

Hmm, I have a feeling that it will be reported to Seonghwang directly through the Ministry of Information.

‘No, I think that gentleman would have known since we left the imperial palace… … .’

[Two soul terminals presumed to be Arrangers are following us from earlier.]

‘Oh, indeed.’

But it’s okay. Because I have no intention of causing an accident today.

[…] This wasn’t an accident?]

Meanwhile, Dasha, who was busy sending and responding to signals, quickly followed Seongjin and looked tearful.

“Lowering. Could it be that what you asked me to do a while ago to investigate the Scarzzapino family’s security system was all for today?”

“Well, let’s do it together.”

The issues currently being investigated must be quite sensitive. In the end, I guessed that the only way to proceed smoothly was to sneak around at night like this.

Isn’t it possible to use public power to blindly invade the Milo family, which is operating normally in a sunny area, or the Scarzzapino family, which has a strong position as a wealthy family?

Moreover, it is unclear whether the public authorities will obediently take Seongjin’s side.

Complain that Ricardo is actually in collusion with the Dark Church and even sends people to another dimension. In fact, Seongjin may be summoned to the Heresy Tribunal right away for investigation.

‘I liked the time when I led the capital guards to catch Seo Yi-seo.’

It was a thrilling feeling to have public power on my side.

Scarcepino Mansion in Townhouse.

Just before infiltrating in earnest, Seongjin once again checked the medicine bottles neatly placed on his belt. These were the medicines he had recently learned how to use from Dasha.

This is a confession drug, this is a sleeping pill, this is… … .

Dasha, who was quietly watching what Seongjin was doing, made a bored face.

“Sir, are you going to use them? “What on earth are you going to do there?”

“No, don’t worry. Just think of it as a means for peaceful dialogue.”

It would be a bit of a pain if he really showed signs of delirium.

If you’re putting on a play to avoid being questioned, you’ll probably get ripped off today.

“it’s a shame. “If I had divine power, I would be able to beat up as much as I want, then heal and hit again with ease.”

When I muttered that, Dasha got scared.

“He is a prince of the Scarzzapino family, sir. “It will definitely be a problem later!”

“It’s okay, Dasha. “It’s not a crime as long as our identities aren’t discovered.”

“… oh my god!”

Dasha, whose stress from the situation was at its peak, was tearing out her hair.

Anyway, Seongjin took a gulp of one of the prepared potions and pulled his mask up over his face.

“You can’t call me ‘Your Majesty’ anymore, okay?”

Phew. Leaving Dasha’s long sigh behind, Seongjin confidently stepped into her mansion.

Perhaps thanks to his recent improvement in hiding his Aura, Seongjin passed the yawning guards without noticing anything and was soon able to sneak into Ricardo’s room.

“Look at this guy… … .”

They say he suffered from mental confusion, but his sleeping face looks more comfortable than expected.

This bastard. Are you going to fall asleep right now after causing such a lot of trouble to the little boy?

Seongjin grabbed the bastard by the collar and easily lifted him up using his aura.

“what… … .”

And before Ricardo even came to his senses.

Phew!

He slammed his face down onto the bed again. Thanks to this, Ricardo, suddenly unable to breathe, struggles and lets out a suppressed scream.

“Gagging… … !”

Before the sound could escape, Seongjin pressed his head down deeply onto the pillow and softly ordered into the guy’s ear.

“Shut up quietly.”

“… … !”

“Thanks to you, our church was caught up in the intelligence department. “Are you ready to take responsibility?”

Currently, Seongjin’s voice was hoarse and thick. This is thanks to the voice-altering drug she received from Dasha.

It seemed to be a temporary swelling of the vocal cords, but seeing that my nose was sore and tears kept coming out, I was very worried that it might be a drug that causes acute allergies.

Surely you won’t suddenly have trouble breathing?

“If you scream, you will die immediately. But he will spare his life as long as he gets things right.”

“… … .”

Ricardo quietly rolls his eyes with a scared expression.

Why does your attitude seem to have changed so much since when you loudly declared that you were the Demon King of Dreams?

[My pulse is going up like crazy. He looks really scared.]

‘hmm.’

Seongjin caught the creature and observed it for a while, but no blue butterflies flew in again.

Sigurd Sigurdsson, did you really abandon the Avatar like this?

After a while, I stopped resisting and slowly let go of my head, and Ricardo asked me in a trembling voice.

“Are you from the church?”

He said he had sent Orden the mark of the Dark Church, so it was a bluff he threw in thinking he might know something. But could this guy have been in direct communication with the church?

“I have nothing to talk about with you. Go ahead and call that storyteller.”

“What… Who the hell are you? Surely the Archbishop wouldn’t have mentioned [The Puppeteer] to anyone?”

They refer to that storyteller as [Puppet Master].

Considering that he is a guy who controls his avatar like a puppet, it is quite a fitting nickname.

“Surely he just decided to collude with the merchant?”

It probably refers to the top liquor at the top of Milo.

“well. “Just think as you please.”

Then Ricardo, who had been secretly watching, suddenly jumped out of the bed and tried to run to the door.

Of course, Seongjin, who had predicted the guy’s movements long ago, stepped in easily.

Craddangtang!

There was quite a loud noise as the guy rolled on the floor, but even though I calmly tried to cheer myself up, I couldn’t feel any signs of anything around me.

It looks like Dasha took good care of it as planned.

“Off… … .”

Ricardo falls face first onto the floor and rolls around on the floor, clutching his nose, which is bleeding.

Meanwhile, Seongjin slowly walked to the tea table in front of the bed and laid out the medicine bottles he had prepared on it.

Clatter, rattle.

Ricardo, who belatedly looked up at the sound, trembled and asked.

“Well, what are you trying to do?”

Next, small daggers of various lengths and iron skewers that seem to be used for terrible purposes appear one by one.

Ricardo’s face, who had been staring at the scene with rolling eyes, instantly became gaunt.

“Why on earth are you doing this to me? As the church already knows, the [Puppet Master] has left me! I erased all my plans from my mind! “I-I don’t know anything!”

Tears like chicken droppings are falling from his eyes.

“He just left me and disappeared. I was thrown alone into this huge universe! How, how could he do that!”

I can’t decide if this guy is scared or sad because he was abandoned.

‘Demon King?’

[hmm. It seems true that I have no memory. I really think it was all erased and splattered?]

it’s a shame. It would have been great if this guy had been Sigurd Sigurdson.

Sighing, Seongjin opened his mouth.

“don’t worry. “You don’t have to say anything.”

Then Ricardo’s eyes widen.

“Well, then what are they all…” … .”

“When you only learn theory, sometimes you want to try practical work. Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll ever need to use these on you.”

“What is that… … ?”

“Well, you could think of it as retribution for hanging out with that son of a bitch.”

Tdu-duk-duk. Seongjin said, cracking the joints of both hands alternately.

“Take it easy. Fortunately, I didn’t feel it was worth torturing you for that long. So I’m just going to give you a good beating.”

“Hi!”

Ricardo, who was leaning back while sitting on the floor, hits the wall with a thud.

Seongjin, who observed the frightened face for a moment, picked up a particularly long and thin skewer among the tools on the table, held it up to the faint moonlight, and spoke.

“And at the end, I plan on sticking this in the side. “I will stir your insides again and again while carrying aura.”

“… “Huh?”

“Then, there won’t be much damage on the outside, but blood will slowly accumulate in your stomach thanks to the damaged organs, right? Even if no blood flows out of your body, you will definitely die from excessive blood loss by morning. And the cause of death will be unknown.”

“… … !”

“You will slowly die until morning, in tremendous pain as your intestines twist, without being able to seek help from anyone.”

Seongjin raised the corners of his mouth, focusing his gaze on the eyes of the guy who was shaking with extreme fear as if an earthquake had occurred.

“Now, the choice is yours. Is your liver good? Is your spleen good? If you pay attention, you can heal your kidneys as well. “Because they are all organs rich in blood vessels.”

Flashing. Riccardo, staring at the reflective skewer, now looked like he was going out of his mind.

Shoot! The muscle tension must have been relieved for an instant, and the floor became soaked with his urine.

“S-sorry… I just… doll… Hehehe! Absolutely, absolutely to the denomination… Don’t worry about causing trouble! “Hmm!”

My trembling chin was unable to spit out the right words.

“Now, this is your last chance. Where is [Puppet Master] now?”

“Hiccup! Ugh! Maybe, maybe go to another doll… “I would have gone!”

“Who is that other doll?”

“jeon… I don’t know. “I really don’t know anything!”

Kkkkkkkk. Seongjin thought as she looked down with her pitiful eyes at the guy who was crying out in a suppressed sound as if he was being strangled by something.

It’s really unfortunate.

If this was him, I would have been able to make him vividly feel what it feels like to slowly head towards death.

Pow!

“Oops!”

When I lightly kick him in the chin, the guy who hit the back of his head against the wall falls forward.

“Ugh! “I told you everything I know, why on earth?”

Why why?

I told you, right? The real goal is to beat you up from the beginning.

After that, it was just a boring job.

Kuok! Keck! Wow! Wow!

Every time Seongjin hits the guy, a loud scream echoes throughout the room. As the intensity of the violence seemed to gradually increase, Dasha, who had been watching all around outside, got scared and came running.

“I… … !”

She almost screamed that I was your descendant, but she muffled her voice and whispered.

“You said earlier that you definitely don’t use violence… … ?”

“When did I?”

You said you were preparing a means for smooth conversation. You never said you wouldn’t hit me even after the conversation was over?

In that short period of time, Ricardo, who had been hit so hard, was completely reduced to a piece of cake and was sprawled out on the floor.

“This man is Scarzzapino’s son! If things continue like this, the problem will definitely get bigger!”

“don’t worry. “I have prepared everything.”

Seongjin took out a small medal from his pocket.

A copper medallion with a crude spider engraving. It was the mark of the Dark Church handed over from Orden.

“There is no way this guy would openly say that he was attacked by the remnants of the Dark Church.”

Listening to what he said earlier, it seemed like the church, Milo, and Scarzzapino were currently having a tussle with each other.

It would be better if they raised suspicion among themselves about this.

Seongjin, who placed the medal on Ricardo’s bedside, twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered.

“From now on, kill each other.”

[Such an evil guy… … .]

fantasy,