Duke’s Quadruplets Are All Overpowered Chapter 104

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I was used to it.

… … .

No, I wasn’t used to it.

He spoke to the signalman who brought the urgent report.

“Where are you?”

He was exhausted. He would have run day and night to deliver urgent news and would not even have had enough time to quench his thirst. The soles of his shoes have fallen off and his calves are swollen. The veins in his eyes were burst, and his cheeks and forehead were yellow. But I was annoyed and immediately put him in the carriage. The urgent news he brought was that a hunter had been attacked by a vampire.

I knew it wasn’t a story about a hero from a fairy tale. I also knew that the longer the war with vampires lasted, the more the hunters would suffer. But I think I was a little optimistic. I was used to losing colleagues. I left many people to die. The worn-out emotions have been connected to me now from the moment I recalled the memories of my past life. When someone you know dies, you only seek revenge on the person who caused their death. But in the end, it was a trivial illusion. The dog-eyes that saw other people’s emotions and the weight of their sins did not actually see my own heart.

Yesterday evening, a group of hunters were attacked. The hiding place has been discovered. Among the hunters, there was one who abandoned his family and friends in order to survive. He sold out his colleague. Vampires attacked the hideout, and most of the hunters were killed. No matter how deep the night it was, it happened in the middle of a large city where the Knights Templar resided. The liaison officer said that if the patrolling soldier had not discovered the scene, he would have been killed. If I hadn’t known, it would have only sounded like a sad story. Even if I had joined, it was an unfavorable war from the beginning. I was expecting a victim to come forward. But the victim couldn’t have been someone I knew. This may be a selfish, narrow-minded, and trashy idea. However, if I had thought of all people as equal, I would have become a saint like Buddha.

After the sun rose twice, Géricault and I arrived in the city of Gutenbergen, close to the kingdom’s capital.

The lord of Gutenbergen was willing to show favor to the nameless clan. Forced to cover up murders in his own city, he at least provided support for a funeral to honor Horn and healers to treat the injuries.

Before the funeral, I visited a crematorium on the outskirts of the city. Firewood soaked in oil was piled high and waiting for embers to ignite. The Khosan people believed that the souls of those who died from vampires were defiled. They also wanted a grave for their loved ones, but this time they had no choice but to cremate them. Purification of the soul, burning the body to become a pure soul.

Bodies waiting for cremation were lying flat on a pile of straw fire. Standing behind the Khosan people mourning the bodies, I looked at the victims. Among the seven bodies was someone I knew. He lay alone, without family or friends. Jericho and I stood in front of him. Jericho drew his silver sword and raised it to his chest.

“I always wanted my sword. Feel free to swing it beyond, my friend.”

His swollen hands were still holding the silver knife.

John Callback.

He didn’t lose.

A corpse eaten by a vampire has all its blood sucked out and becomes a dried mummy. But his body was full of big and small wounds. I saw with my own eyes the traces of battle left on his body. Various information is mixed and played clearly in the mind. I resisted until the end. Even though his left arm was torn off and he lost his grip, he lifted the knife with his right arm and plunged it into the vampire’s heart.

I handed money to the Kosan people doing the ritual and asked for a favor.

Before cremating him, ask him to burn some high-quality whiskey with him.

* * *

On the way to the therapist’s house, Jericho was stopped several times. He had a distressed expression of anxiety and fear. It’s been only a few months since he found his daughter, who he thought was dead for more than a dozen years. Although he is a strong hunter, the wounds in his heart have not healed. He was filled with fear of experiencing the pain of loss again.

Arrived at the therapist’s house. A strong medicinal smell emanated from the entrance. I heard that the kingdom’s medical standard is high thanks to the Free City’s technology. There were bloody bandages left haphazardly in the yard. The therapist who was brewing medicine in the backyard with a tired face looked at us and shouted at us not to go in, but Jericho paid no attention. Jericho roughly opened the door and entered. I handed all the money I had brought to the therapist who gave me a disapproving look. I know how much nobles pay their therapists. After taking the money, he turned his head and began to drink the medicine without saying a word.

There was one therapist and six patients in the room. Jericho looked around for her daughter. The wounds inflicted by the vampire were similar to those of being bitten by an animal, so the trauma was severe. I could barely recognize the faces of five people, but there was one critically ill patient whose entire body was wrapped in bandages and who was barely breathing. Judging by her size, she looked like a girl. Jericho approached hesitantly. I always thought tears were inevitable. Emotions explode and leak out. I shed tears when I’m angry, sad, and happy. So the tears Jericho shed were the thickest. Two emotions, anger and sadness, mixed and overflowed.

“I promised myself that I would never lose you again.”

Jericho knelt in front of the bed with a pained face.

“Siyana, I am disappointed that your father cannot accept the wounds you suffered. Please bear with me. Please live. It’s my everything. I will definitely take revenge. I will tear the vampires who made you like this into pieces and feed them to pigs. Siyana, Siyana.”

I couldn’t bear to say it.

That the patient is not a girl. His ears will hear nothing now.

I waited for him to calm down and looked around.

There are no girls among the patients.

“no way… … .”

It was a time when an ominous feeling crept up my spine.

The door opened and a familiar voice was heard.

“Therapist, is this okay? Lots of neat, dried flower petals, and new bandages… … . what?”

Gulshi came in carrying a box containing medicine and bandages.

He was surprised to see us and spoke casually.

“oh. young master? dad? “What are you doing here?”

“you.”

Gulshi put down the box and said with a downcast face.

“I’m embarrassed. Gulshi couldn’t do anything. Many people were injured… I’m the only one who’s fine. Ugh. I am currently helping a therapist. Master, are you angry? Why is dad crying? this! Have you caused trouble again?”

“Good job.”

“yes?”

“You lived.”

“Hey, girl. It’s a body that survived Melkaran too! Bye, vampires are no match for me. in fact… The drivers helped me though. It was a little scary, but still… I am… … .”

I had already realized that he was acting cheerful as usual. Whether it was an intangible vessel or because of Gulsi’s personality, Gulsi’s emotions were more visible than anyone else’s. The guy is shaking. Fear, panic, helplessness, frustration, or guilt. All kinds of negative emotions filled my body. The reason he’s trying so hard to act calm is because he doesn’t want to worry us.

Jericho, who had been frozen in place and wiping away his tears from the moment Gulsi came in, slowly walked over and hugged Gulsi tightly. Her girl comforted Jericho by patting him on the back. But her girl’s hand was also trembling slightly.

“Oh, don’t cry. dad.”

I frowned. As soon as Jericho calmed down, I walked over and grabbed Gulsey’s hand.

“ouch!”

Gulsey’s left arm was a mess. The guy was hiding his injuries and enduring his pain. Because you don’t want to burden the therapist? Do you feel sorry for walking around alone when no one else is conscious? Contrary to what it looks like, Geulsi doesn’t act foolishly often.

“You’re resting too. “I’ll be able to go back to Quartz soon.”

“Master, I’m really fine… … .”

“Stop pouting, you idiot.”

Traces of battle.

The vampire’s blood stains were clearly visible on Gulshi’s body.

A red handprint remains on the left arm.

If the castle knights had arrived a little later, his left arm would have been torn off.

He must have died. Cruelly. Suck all the blood and become a mummy.

I can’t drink any more. Aronia shake made by Gulsey. Or the boiling bath water or the crashing sound of falling, the tasteless pumpkin porridge that I boiled every day thinking it was the swelling I got swollen from being beaten by the Lanistas, or the nonsense that I sometimes talked about while pretending to be smart.

Daa.

“Ah, it’s been a while. “Deer!”

Dalby licked Gulshi’s left arm. Gulshi’s expression became increasingly relaxed.

The day I turned around, Gulsi called me.

“young master… … .”

Gulshi asked again, worried about me.

“Your eyes are red. Are you okay?”

The holy relics of agony dyed my eyes red.

Pain.

suffering.

If red eyes are a symbol of suffering.

The reason the devil’s eyes are red is because he is not in pain, but because he is a plague spreading suffering.

So I’m ready to make them suffer.

* * *

I heard a story from a conscious survivor. Among the vampires that attacked, there was one that was particularly strong. It was said that strong hunters, including John Colback, were guarding the hideout, but they were unable to defeat a single one. It is said that he killed the leader and quietly disappeared. The survivor was sure that if he had stayed, everyone would have died even if the castle knights arrived.

Jericho thought the guy was a nobleman.

The Blood Demon selects five strong vampires and treats them as his own limbs. The five vampires called themselves the Nobles of the Night. The Baron also called himself a nobleman, so he might be one of the five nobles. Although his skills were at the level of a first-class warrior, Jericho expected that the four remaining nobles would be much stronger than the Baron. In the past, in the bloody swamp, the master of the previous silver sword and the vanguard succeeded in killing all the night nobles, but now, more than ten years later, a new one has been created.

Their movements were determined based on the frequency with which victims occurred.

Surely the vampires are creeping into the jungle.

After some time, new news came.

It was news that the three vanguards, including the owner of the silver sword, the head of the Kosan clan, were all coming to the jungle. The vanguards are the three strongest hunters among the powerful Kosan clan. And I heard that the strength of the owner of the silver sword overwhelms the nobles of the night. I asked him how strong he was, and Jericho happily described his strength as ‘master or better.’

I haven’t fought a master level fighter yet.

But if you look back at what Lanista said.

Their skills easily surpassed those of peak masters.

However, it will not reach its peak. When Lannistar ordered me to practice martial arts, I think he meant that although my skills could not reach the peak, I had surpassed the peak, so I should improve my skills by clashing with master-level skills.

* * *

This morning, three vanguards arrived first in the jungle.

“Prince Polestar, I have heard many great names. However, rumors and truth are different things. That skill called the Pillar of Dawn! “Would you mind teaching me something?”

And one of them challenged me to a fight.

I grinned.

Finish,

I was really missing the ‘Lanistar style dance’.

fantasy,