Chapter 248 – 248. Nicholas
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[Tacheon’s Seal: Revival]
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Currently stored evil energy
Purple Demon (95%) Brown Demon (5%) Blue Demon (100%) Red Demon (5%) White Demon (0%)
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“…hmm.”
It’s okay.
As he gets entangled with Liru, at least the magic energy related to the blue devil is at full capacity.
Even with just this, the desired result has been quickly achieved.
My goal was to make sure I had at least four Magi. I think that is the minimum condition to deal with stably in any situation.
[Then, aren’t we already halfway there? Last time, you also got involved with that sub-racial sister.]
“…That part is a bit ambiguous.”
He says this while looking at the purple devil’s magic energy that is 95% filled.
It’s a system that needs to be 100% clear before I can use that magic. At least since the explanation of the seal was partially opened, there has been no deviation from that law.
I don’t know why 5% is short, but…
< Tip! >
[If the devil’s vessel’s affinity for you increases, the supply and demand of demonic energy will become smoother! ] [ If your favorability is low, you may have difficulties with supply and demand! ]
My eyes narrow at the window that seems to float in line with those thoughts.
It sounds as if this is not enough and the remaining 5% has not been made up.
‘…It won’t be a problem for Seras.’
I think it means that the problem is that there isn’t a lot of favorability built up on Victoria’s side.
[So, what’s the problem?]
“…I don’t think Victoria likes me very much.”
[Then you can seduce me.]
“…”
[The other person is a woman and a vessel of the devil. Is there anything to take?]
I wish people would stop telling me to eat because I’m hungry when it comes to gaining deep favor.
[So, is that difficult?]
“…no?”
[…]
“Honestly, it’s not difficult, but right now I feel like he probably doesn’t want to meet me…”
In the past, after I lost my temper and made him suck my fingers, he would run away if he even thought he would encounter me.
Even if you want to get along better, it’s only possible if you have some contact.
“ah.”
As I was thinking about that, it suddenly occurred to me.
A very unpleasant voice came into my ear.
“found.”
The voice is a bit dazed.
It’s at a level that, if someone who doesn’t know them hears it, they might even think of it as naive.
However, people with a little more sense will feel an ominous feeling crawling up their skin due to the unknown ‘distortion’ melting underneath.
When I turned my head, I saw a slightly drowsy human with drooping eye corners approaching me with a leisurely gait that matched his voice.
Black hair. Red eyes. His appearance is so handsome that it can be said that he is a nobleman.
“My name is Count Nicholas. nice to meet you.”
“…”
I once met a guy who approached me this way before.
That was exactly what happened to Marquis Riverback in Chapter 1. He tried to trap me by pretending he met me by chance.
This guy is similar in that he is no less dangerous than him.
It’s also the same thing that both of us come to each other at a time when we never want to meet.
“I kept looking. The academy was absolutely unwilling to let you go. “It was a bit of a struggle.”
However, there is a difference.
Compared to the Marquis of Riverback, who hides his insidious intentions from anyone’s eyes, this guy is the type of person who is completely open and attacks straight ahead.
“Let’s talk, Dowd Campbell.”
Just looking at the words he said while yawning with sleepy eyes, he didn’t seem to have the slightest idea that he would refuse.
To be exact, I guess they came here with the intention of ‘forcing’ me, even if it’s not to say they won’t do it.
“Because I’ve come with an offer that’s tempting for you too.”
“…”
It’s not a trap. I’m not the type to make something like that up in the first place.
but.
If you follow this guy, you’re sure to have some unpleasant experiences.
‘…ha.’
but.
Nevertheless.
I just smile and answer politely.
“…I’m curious about that.”
If you hit me hard like this, I can’t help but respond.
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[…So, this is the guy who killed the most people in the empire?]
‘yes. In the first place, how easy is it for a high-ranking noble to be given the nickname Butcher?’
Such a negative title is a huge dishonor even at the family level, so it is normal to grit your teeth and deny it.
However, this guy is such a weirdo that he doesn’t even bat an eyelid even when such a title is used on official lines.
Rather than being a weirdo, I think it would be more accurate to call him just a crazy person.
[…I think he’s barely over 20 now. If you just look at his appearance, he’s just a handsome guy who looks a bit depressed.]
‘That’s why everyone gets fooled.’
This guy.
It is so much human waste that the only thing that can compete with its waste power is the Emperor of the Holy Empire.
While pondering that information, I walk inside El Fante, where the sun is slowly starting to set.
It is a quiet walking trail. The cool wind was tickling my ears pleasantly.
In contrast, it was clear that the coat of arms of Count Nicholas falling from the side was devoid of any trace of charm.
“First of all, I have to say I’m sorry.”
“yes?”
“I try to be as polite as possible, but I’m not a very patient person. “Let’s get straight to the point.”
…As expected, he has the acting skills of a guy who hit this side with all his might.
As I was sighing inwardly, Count Nicholas continued his sentence without delay, just as he had said.
“There is something I am looking for. “I think he might be around you.”
Count Nicholas, who said so, held out a piece of paper with someone’s impression and a bounty written on it.
This is a wanted badge issued by my family, and the person I am looking for is-
[…Hey, this.]
‘…yes. ‘I don’t recognize you.’
Although it is a picture that has been put together in a haphazard way, it is still clear who it is referring to.
This is what Seras and Victoria look like when they take the form of beastmen.
“Obviously… uh, yeah. It’s a bit difficult to explain, though. “If you take out the tail and ears… isn’t there someone around who looks similar to you?”
there is.
Both of them.
“well. “If you look at it this way, I’m not sure.”
“Is that so. “I heard that there are people around you who look similar to you.”
“…I am offended, Count. “May I ask why you are looking there?”
Count Nicholas tilted his head.
It’s as if he’s asking why he’s asking something so obvious.
“It looks like he’s called the Butcher… “That’s me.”
The answer came back in a dazed voice.
“It didn’t get that name for nothing. “Isn’t it obvious what you’re going to do to find it?”
“…”
Anger creeps up my spine.
Without even blinking an eye, he is talking about killing these two people in front of me.
“…I’d like to hear the reason.”
at least.
We need to know this guy’s motives clearly. Why did you come to me at this exact moment and directly demand that I hand over these two people?
“I heard that sub-races are similar to humans, only the species is different, but-”
“…yes?”
Count Nicholas asked back in a slightly dumbfounded voice.
In the same dazed mood as before, with a languid expression on top.
“…Should we consider that a human being?”
-A crazy sentence came out.
A cold sensation falls over the entire body.
“It seems that there are quite a few people who are deceived by its appearance and make the mistake of thinking that way, but they are vermin. “They are society’s misfits mixed in with the intact genes of superior imperial citizens.”
This is something I heard a lot somewhere.
Before entering the world of Savior Rising, the ideology worshiped by those who plunged the world into the abyss of war.
Eugenics, racism, the Holocaust, genocide.
And those who have fallen into madness and support such crazy ideas.
Even at the moment of spouting such madman nonsense, Count Nicholas’ eyes are infinitely transparent.
Eyes that can only be possessed by people who are confident that they have done the right thing throughout their lives.
It would be respectable self-affirmation.
In other words.
‘…You crazy bastard.’
This is a trace of fanaticism that has spread horribly deep.
The eyes of someone who believes that the ‘extermination’ of so many sub-races was the right thing to do.
No, beyond the right thing to do.
It is clear from his expression that he is convinced that it is ‘natural’.
It’s clear that I’ve never really thought about whether it was bad or good.
Sub-races are not the same people. They are close to pests such as cockroaches or mosquitoes.
Therefore, it is natural to ‘save’ it.
Such logic.
[…You bastard, what are you saying?]
Even Caliban within the Soul Linker opened his mouth in a hushed voice.
This is the first voice I’ve heard since meeting this person.
It was a look of concentrated ‘murderous intent’ that made my spine stand on end.
It’s such a terrifying atmosphere that it never came out even when he met the Red Devil who killed him.
[So you went around killing everyone? For reasons that don’t even seem like that?]
Of course, there was no way Count Nicholas could have felt that.
Sentences poured out one after another that made my vision flicker with anger just hearing them.
“It is my mission to eradicate all such pests so that they do not harm the empire. “I’m asking you directly because I think you know what an honorable task this is.”
“…”
If you think about it calmly.
I’d rather hold out here.
“You can rest assured. “If they are not a sub-race, we will send them back immediately.”
“…What if it’s a sub-race?”
“In return for daring to deceive you, a glorious citizen of the Empire, I will execute you after inflicting as much pain and torture as possible. “You don’t have to worry about that part.”
“…”
It’s better to be patient. clearly.
“Especially these… two people.”
I ponder this as I look at Nicholas, who is rubbing his forehead with an expression of irritation just thinking about it.
There is no need to have an accident.
“Of all the sub-races I encountered during my extermination work, I had as parents the most poisonous ones. “I asked them where they hid the babies as they trampled their limbs one by one, but they never answered until the end.”
“…”
“They set the entire village on fire and killed everyone, regardless of age or gender. I just missed these two. “I guess the weather wasn’t that good that day, Won.”
He said he was upset because there was a menu item he didn’t like for breakfast this morning. He speaks as if he is complaining.
“At that time, we were both children, so we thought that if we used our parents’ corpses as bait, we might be dragged out, so we beheaded them in the square. “I didn’t catch it there either.”
“…”
“Usually, when young sub-races do that, they run away crying and saying, ‘Mom, Dad, what are you doing?’ “I caught and killed many people with that.”
“…”
“It appears that you are born with a knack for holding on to those tough things. “It’s hideous.”
Count Nicholas is the person with the highest authority in the Presbytery, excluding Marquis Bogart and his secretary, Count Revel.
The moment I, who have ties to both the emperor and the prime minister, touch this, it is a major accident that would not be surprising if it leads directly to a civil war politically.
There is a high probability that the main villain in the next main scenario will be this guy. If I try to attack it here, the chances that it will go in a bad direction, unlike the previous Pope, only increase.
All you have to do is wait a little bit. Until you are fully prepared and can crush this guy. Surely that time will come.
“…”
know.
I know.
‘Caliban.’
[…uh.]
Caliban answers in a voice filled with laughter.
okay.
As expected, it’s probably because it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, so it’s okay to pretend.
[Loading?]
‘Please.’
While we were having that conversation, Count Nicholas rolled up the wanted badge he had given me and put it back in his arms.
His mouth is still talking crazy things.
“It’s a shame you don’t know. “They are tough, so we need to catch them as quickly as possible-”
“Count Nicolas. “I apologize for what I said.”
He says with a grin.
“Could you please shut your mouth?”
“…”
Count Nicholas fell silent.
It feels like that blank face is becoming even more blank.
“…yes?”
“No, just.”
Heading in that direction, he continued speaking with a bigger smile than before.
and.
The seal engraved on my chest glows dark blue.
< System Message >
[The magic energy of the ‘Blue Devil’ is consumed! ] [ Copies the target’s power, ‘Crushing’! ]
“I don’t really want to grant you a will.”
Next moment.
My fist, surrounded by blue magic energy, exploded into Count Nicholas’ face.
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fantasy,
