Duke’s Quadruplets Are All Overpowered Chapter 67

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“How can I not know?”

“Even if ten years pass.”

“… mister?”

“The eyes that looked up at me while I was in your arms.”

“The little hand that held my finger.”

“I couldn’t fill it with anything.”

“My heart is empty after losing you.”

“Even if I lived, it wasn’t living.”

“dad? Are you really Girlsy’s dad?”

“Your name is not Girlsy.”

The man hugged Gulshi. His shoulders are shaking. I wanted to hug her tightly, but it was a cautious gesture for fear of getting hurt. I had no doubt that he was Gulsey’s father. The man took out something wrapped in cloth from his arms. It was a broken piece of stone.

“Peregall Siyana.”

The name ‘Gulsi’ is a strange name that is not used in the Kunkan Empire or any other continent. The origin of the name Geulsi given by her mother was confirmed in the wise man’s diary. It is said that the remains of a broken pendant were placed next to the newborn child she rescued from the bloody swamp. A pendant that appears to have a child’s name written on it. However, all that could be confirmed were the two letters ‘Girl’ and ‘Poetry’.

When the man showed her the remains of the broken pendant, Gulsey calmly began to search her pockets. But his hand was shaking. I know this because I have seen it for a long time. This is the first time Gulshi has been as nervous as me since he broke his father’s treasured ceramics. Gulshi took out a piece of stone. Although she was just a piece of trash, the father and daughter held on to it without losing it. However, one person knew the meaning a long time ago, and the other person only learned it now.

“Pere Girl, Siyana? “Gulsey’s original name?”

“Syana, the light of happiness of the Virgin Mary Peregal, means a child born with blessings. You gave us… … .”

The meeting of bloodlines was not just a joy. The man frowned in pain. They were separated when they were babies, and both probably lived their lives thinking the other was dead. It may not feel real, but she is not a man. What torments him is guilt. That’s why I was certain that he was Gulshi’s father. He says that he met a child he thought was dead, and the man who only embraces and rejoices is not truly a family member. The tears of the reunion contain the pain experienced so far.

A large, goblin-like man cries.

“Oh my gosh, don’t cry.”

“Ugh… “Tsk.”

The man’s crying even diluted the identity that the Kosan clan had hidden so far. One by one, they appeared. A clan of demon hunters, iron-blooded hounds who do not shed blood, and who only death will put to sleep.

However, their expressions only show sadness and joy without hiding them. There were dozens of Kosan family members who gathered around the man, comforting him. I was a little surprised that there were people I missed. Most of them seemed to be stronger than knights, but there were also some who exceeded expectations.

They comforted the man. Also, I spoke to Gulsey without hesitation. You are Bene’s daughter, my goodness! Thank you, God, for growing up so beautifully. I was alive, what an amazing day it was. It seems like they all know each other in every word they say.

Gulshi smiled awkwardly and received their greeting. Even in the midst of bewilderment, Gulshi’s eyes were constantly looking at the Kosan clan. He seemed to be looking for someone. But when the last Khosan man spoke to Gulsi, Gulsi dropped his head. Geolgi is not without tact. He discovered the sad truth. The man handed Gulsey a piece of the broken pendant.

“Bene made it. These are six letters that I have cherished since you were in my stomach. Siyana… … .”

“… “When did you die?”

“On that day, the hellish day I lost you.”

* * *

Fortunately, since I am of Reinberg’s blood, I was able to be invited to their ger.

They were different from the rumors. If I were an ‘enemy’, I might not know it, but at least they were people who knew how to provide food and kindness to those who were friendly. Of course, he was on a different level from the villains of Melkaran, and when we talked to him, he seemed as naive as a country person.

While Gulshi was having a family reunion in another ger, I chatted with some curious Khosan people. Even if they were from a legendary clan, their daily lives were no different from ordinary people. A middle-aged woman with curly hair sat next to me, carrying her tea and snacks.

“Drink it.”

“thank you.”

The teacup was warm.

“I heard a lot through rumors.”

The snack was dried fruit mixed with honey.

“The legendary ‘Moon Child’! “Did you call the youngest Confucius the Pillar of Dawn?”

I nodded and picked up the snack and ate it. Eating the food served without hesitation shows that I trust them. In fact, the acacia honey looked very delicious.

“I also heard a lot of rumors. No, it’s not a rumor. “The bravery of Kosan, a clan of brave heroes who helped my father save the empire, was recorded in the journal of my mother, Sage Demenia.”

I gave sweet praise to Kosan like that honey-coated fruit. Certainly her mom’s journal helped. About how to treat the Kosan clan. To put it in a good way, they are passionate, but to put it in a bad way, they are manic-depressive. It is said that Khosan people, who have a wide range of emotions, take compliments kindly.

“Oh, Demenia! I cooked his meals a few times during my childhood. “He was a beautiful, shining person.”

Kosan helped Reinberg hunt down demons during the Great War. The mercenaries who showed outstanding performance were connected to the wise man Demenia. As expected, the relationship between Reinberg and Kosan is good.

“Confucius, you also shine like him. Indeed, the exuding ‘Del’ is amazing!”

“Dell… … ?”

“It means brightness of the soul in ancient Hirel.”

“Can you see the brightness of my soul?”

“Because our eyes are special.”

For a moment, I almost burst out laughing. I didn’t mean to laugh at you. How can you tell me that my eyes are special? fun. But it wouldn’t be wrong. Gulsey had noticed her twins’ fear since they were young.

We talked about various things and built intimacy. Reinberg, Kosan, Devil, Food, Gulsey and the guy’s parents. Then, I naturally quietly asked a question about something I was really curious about.

“I really wanted to meet you someday, like a hero in a myth, but I thought I couldn’t. It feels like a dream to have a conversation like this. After all, that… “Were the ominous rumors false?”

This is a reversal of the question, “How is a legendary clan that disappeared from existence still alive?”

“that… … .”

While the curly haired woman was silent.

Other Khosan people who were listening to the conversation gathered around and each added a word.

“We all remember that day.”

“A day of humiliation and sorrow.”

“Confucius has the right to know. “Deminia helped us.”

“We still dream of revenge.”

“I imagine tearing apart the man who took my family away dozens and hundreds of times a day.”

I heard about the terrible events that took place that day.

* * *

The Kosan were a family of priests who had worshiped the native gods of the great jungle for generations since there were no kings in the Western Continent hundreds of years ago. Their reputation was high, they were respected by other tribesmen, and they were judges who arbitrated crimes that occurred in the jungle and guardians who protected the forest from evil.

But one day.

The jungle burned down overnight.

By just one devil.

Kosan lost everything.

Friends, family, reputation, duty, and even the gods we serve.

After that, Khosan’s history was a cycle of revenge.

The desire for revenge to kill the devil has continued unquenchable for hundreds of years.

It is said that people of Kosan blood are born with a strong hatred for the devil.

He killed countless demons and lost many lives.

Nevertheless, the demon that burned the jungle could not be killed.

“Sixteen years ago, we had a golden opportunity to fulfill our clan’s long-cherished wish.”

“… “I thought I got it.”

Kosan discovered traces of the devil in the bloody swamp 16 years ago, and put all their might into it.

This must have been the only opportunity for the blade of vengeance, honed over hundreds of years, to reach under the devil’s chin. But I already know the result.

On that day, according to popular rumors, Kosan was almost exterminated. Unless the devil suddenly ‘changed his mind’ and ran away. Now, naturally, I associate demon-related events with the twins.

The continents are different, and the incident occurred before the twins were born. But it’s not completely out of line. We weren’t born, but if you think about the period of conception… It may be speculation. But the timing is perfect.

Kosan, who lost his strength, has been running away and hiding from the devil. But the blade of revenge still seemed to flash sharply. It is easy to infer that Kho San was running away from the devil, in fact, even without hearing the details of the story. What I’m curious about is how they lost Gulshi.

Gulshi was the only Khosan who could not fight that day. It is said that Gulsi, who was his newborn child, was held in his mother’s arms and hiding in a village far away from the battle. Unfortunately, what Kosan didn’t expect was that the demons also formed a ‘horde’.

After the ‘Red Devil’ fled, the Kosan people returned to the village with great difficulty and with their wounded bodies. And they suffered a shock deeper than the physical wounds. Most of the elderly and children left behind in the village faced tragedy.

“I wanted to find it. How could I give up on her? “Syiana is like a child to all of us.”

There was no one left alive.

However, all the bodies were able to be recovered.

Except for one person, Gulshi.

After that, Kosan said he ran away hiding in the shadows and followed the traces of Gulsi. Then he said that he found traces of the wise man Demenia, and even came to the assumption that the wise man saved the child and took him with him. However, after Princess Damenia disappeared due to illness, she could no longer be found.

“Is this a terrible drama? … .”

Mom saved Gulsi, but she was already pregnant by then.

After giving birth to us, her health deteriorated rapidly and she had to stay at Changgung Pavilion, so she never had a chance to meet Kosan.

In the gloomy atmosphere, a thought occurred to me and I spoke calmly.

“Blood devil, um. “I will kill that bastard.”

If it’s the devil, I plan to stop him anyway. Anyway, I’ll just kill you.

My words took away the gloomy mood. Instead, it became harsh and cold.

Even if you have feelings for me, in the end, I am a stranger. Did I make a mistake? By saying that they would kill the clan’s enemy Cheolcheonji in a casual tone, could this be seen as ignoring the wounds they suffered?

“I am not ignoring Confucius. But I think it would be a good idea to give up the habit of overconfidence. Do you know what kind of blood demon he is?”

An old man with white hair spoke to me as if scolding me. I chuckled. I feel sorry for them, but no one knows better than me. And this isn’t a question of confidence. It’s not ‘other than being unable to kill.’

“Do not worry. “Because you are not allowed to do so.”

Kyaaaaaaaaaah!

It was when the atmosphere became awkward.

scream.

It’s Gulshi’s voice.

I hurriedly ran out of the ger.

“Huh?”

At that moment, the scenery unfolding before me made me very embarrassed.

“You, you, you idiot.”

Gulshi looks at me with a puzzled face.

In his hand, he holds a dagger dripping with blood.

And the owner of the blood is Gulshi’s ‘father’, who collapses and lets out a groan in pain.

Gulsey stabbed her parents with a knife! Oh my god!

fantasy,