Chapter 4. Go after the weak first. (6)
Their statement that it was difficult to supply slaves was just a ploy to raise the price.
‘As expected.’
I felt like I could tell without even looking at how much this stupid idiot had been looked down on all this time.
‘So Noah must have been like that.’
Shaking off his displeasure, he looked at the coachman who had collapsed on the prison floor.
“Hi!”
Even though it couldn’t be seen because it was covered by the robe, the driver was immediately frightened by what he felt.
‘I guess I’ll have to deal with this guy last.’
I gave him a merciful reprieve and then turned my head.
“You bastard, your goal is to be a slave!”
“Hold it now!”
The guards shouted as if they had finally realized the situation. The two swords rushed towards me.
‘It’s a mixed bag.’
I briefly commented.
They probably never caught the intruder in the first place. I guess I just gave the swords to the two guys who were a little bolder than the others and set them here.
That alone would be enough to easily handle a weak slave. He must have been depressed after being beaten by Bruno, or he must have been drugged.
The two black yawns were slow and horribly messy. So much so that I don’t feel the need to accept it.
‘One at a time.’
Avoid the sword flying from the left and lightly kick the staggering guard.
and,
Okay.
I cut off both wrists of the guy standing on my right. Both hands fell to the floor, holding the sword.
“Ahh!”
The guard, who had lost both hands, knelt on the floor. He looked down at my empty wrist with tears streaming down his face.
“Uh, uhh.”
The futility of not being able to see what should be there. The disappearance of something that has been hanging on the end of my arm all my life gives me a feeling of fear that is worse than pain.
He looked around with tearful eyes. He found his hand where it should be on the sword handle.
However, it had already been stripped of all its vitality and was nothing more than a piece of flesh clinging to the sword.
“Kwaaaaah!”
The guard cried out in pain.
The other guard who had been pushed to the side was startled, the coachman covered his ears, and the gathered slaves covered their heads and bowed down.
A cry of resentment, as if boiling from the depths of one’s stomach.
“Krrrrr…….”
The guy suddenly dropped his body as if he had a seizure. His eyes turned hazy, and foam flowed out of his mouth.
“…….”
The body that was shaking wildly suddenly became quiet. His tongue hung limply from his foamy mouth.
“Dead?”
A quiet murmur fell over the man’s body.
I heard that there are cases of people dying from shock just by losing a part of their body, and it seemed like that was the case.
‘Tsk tsk. ‘If you’re weak and fall out.’
Well, when would a guy who only watched the helpless slaves here witness such a bloody scene?
Anyway, he was an unlucky guy.
‘No, maybe I’m lucky?’
Thinking about how to deal with the next guy, it might be better for him to die like that.
“joy.”
He turned around, leaving the motionless body behind.
“Uh, what, what is it?”
The security guard who had been kicked and pushed away by me hastily straightened his stance. But the guy had already lost his fighting spirit and cowered.
The guy’s feet were pointed outward as if he was going to run away.
“shit!”
The moment he took one step, I lowered my body and ran at him.
Sigh!
Requiem burst through its chin and protruded from the top of its head.
“Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmark can be to.
A bizarre moan came out of the guy’s mouth. This is because the muscle that produces the sound was pierced.
He raised both arms and grabbed my sword. He struggled to somehow push my sword away.
But it was useless.
Seaaaa-
With a chilling sound, the hand that touched the Requiem shrunk. The same phenomenon was taking place in the neck pierced by Requiem.
Tuk-
The guy’s two arms fell off helplessly. All of his joints, including his shoulders and elbows, are bent at impossible angles, and the tips of his fingers and toes are stretched to their limit.
“Hey, hey!”
The sight was so bizarre that the coachman had to crawl backwards.
“Big, big, big.”
The guard could not even resist flattery. With its limbs outstretched, it just sucks out the life forcelessly.
The appearance was similar to that of a frog impaled on an iron skewer.
‘1, 2, 3… … .’
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I looked at that figure with cold eyes and counted the numbers.
neck and head.
Although it is not as big as the heart, it is a fatal part for humans. I wanted to know how quickly vitality was absorbed when this area was pierced with Requiem.
‘… … 8, 9, 10.’
When I counted to 10,
“Knock….”
The terrible scream that was coming from the guard’s mouth stopped. His limbs went limp.
’10 seconds, that’s about it.’
I pulled the sword out from the guard’s neck. The body, which had no place to support itself, collapsed.
The corpses spilling on the floor can barely be recognized as human by their shape alone. It was such a miserable sight that I couldn’t bear to open my eyes and look at it.
“Uh, uh….”
The coachman swallowed a groan full of fear.
“Hehe…!”
At the scream uttered by a slave. The other slave was scared and covered his mouth.
A suffocating silence filled the prison. In this place where only grief, astonishment, and fear were present, there was only one being that made a sound.
“…….”
Requiem.
Only it purred and let out moans of joy. He seemed very excited about having sucked all the life force out of a human being.
More, a little more. Come on, next one.
‘shut up.’
I gritted my teeth and spat it out.
Every murder had to be done according to my will and according to my plan. We should never follow where Requiem leads.
But,
“…….”
Why does the corner of my mouth keep shaking, contrary to my feelings? Why do I keep giggling and wanting to laugh out loud?
‘not good.’
I bit my lip until it bled.
My mind floats as if I’m drunk, a sense of floating comes over me as if I’m walking on clouds, and a languor soaks my body as if it’s melting my bones.
I was on the verge of crossing a dangerous border.
‘It’s difficult.’
The original plan was to kill all the humans here. But looking at my current physical condition, it seemed like it would be dangerous to do that.
Not me, but this entire territory.
“…….”
I gritted my teeth and put strength into my fingertips.
‘First of all, I need to put the sword in first.’
I focused my mind to put the sword back in like I had first pulled it out. However, the presence of Requiem held in the palm of my hand did not disappear.
‘… … ‘This bastard.’
Requiem clung to my palm and did not want to fall. Like a leech sinking its teeth into me.
A green light flickered from the gauntlet. The guardian’s energy was trying to protect me from Requiem.
‘Ugh.’
Meanwhile, I felt a presence behind me.
Rattling.
The very slightest noise of catching a sword on the ground. But it sounded too loud to my ears, which were more sensitive than ever.
When I turned my head, the coachman was standing up from the floor holding a sword.
“Monster, monster.”
His eyes were unfocused and shaking unsteadily. He gave strength to his sword,
“Aaaah!”
He rushed at me recklessly. With an expression of fear and loss of reason and everything else.
A desperate struggle that cannot even be called an attack assaults me.
‘this.’
The moment I recognized the murderous intent, my body, no, Requiem, moved instinctively.
Like a wild animal chasing a moving prey, it aimed for the critical point accurately and quickly.
Sigh!
The requiem pierced the coachman’s heart.
“Oops!”
The coachman let out a suffocating scream. His body began to shrivel like the guard who had died earlier.
“iced coffee.”
I let out a faint sigh. It was closer to a sweet sigh.
Excited, Excited.
The sound of his heart can be heard nearby. The sound of jumping in surprise at the sudden pain.
It appears vividly, as if it were being drawn before your eyes. The heart contracting and twitching painfully, the blood spurting out like that and spreading through the blood vessels.
The heart, which was struggling to somehow save its master’s body, soon gave up the initiative. A dark hole pierced through my center, sucking everything in.
The blood and life force flowing into me became a sweet song that shook my soul.
The painful breath exhaled by a human being at the last moment became an ecstatic color and colored me.
“Ugh….”
The coachman’s body fell to the floor, looking like a withered mummy.
And static.
“…….”
I bowed my head and was silent. The remaining slaves all covered their mouths and held their breath.
yet,
“……haha.”
A laugh escaped from my lips.
More, more.
The voice that invaded my head suddenly moved my lips.
“I want to hear more, more.”
That heart sound.
“I want to eat more.”
A life that warms and fills the depths of your soul.
“more.”
I turned around. Towards the next life that is holding its breath behind me.
❖ ❖ ❖
“Tsk, tsk, that’s still true.”
Moritz glared at Noah with a disapproving expression.
“It was so careless. What if someone saw it?”
“sorry.”
Noah lowered his head with a gloomy expression. Looking at that scene, she clicked her tongue for a moment.
“But… it worked out well in the end.”
Moritz tapped Noah on the shoulder. Noah smiled and lifted her face.
“Thanks to you, I can find out who the customer who bought so many slaves is.”
“That’s right. Isn’t that why I held back and brought that thunder-naked bastard?”
“Yes, you had a hard time.”
Moritz leafed through the accounting ledger. His eyes glowed coldly as he scanned the numbers.
“Definitely not an ordinary guy.”
“Yes?”
Noah sighed as the ground fell.
“I’ve met all kinds of customers, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone so rude.”
“Did you see the face?”
“Ah yes.”
“For some reason, it didn’t seem like he was a servant somewhere.”
Moritz tapped the ledger with his finger, then closed it again. And her eyes sparkled.
“I guess I should go and take a closer look.”
He dismissed the last customer and closed the door. He switched to a card that said ‘Business closed’ and then turned around.
“Go slowly.”
“Yes. Brother Bruno would have made a mugwort bowl by now, right?”
Noah grinned and took the lead, but suddenly stopped. Moritz, who was following, asked.
“Why but?”
“Oh, no.”
Noah shook his head and started walking again.
‘It couldn’t be possible.’
Although he tried to deny it, the thought of what might have been lingered in his head.
‘What if Brother Bruno loses to that guy or something?’
That was an objectively ridiculous idea. Bruno was a skilled gangster who was quite famous in the back alleys.
‘But why do I feel this way?’
That was probably the ominous feeling I felt when I was grabbed from behind by that guy earlier. It seemed like it was because it remained so strongly in her memory.
‘Forget it, forget it.’
Noah shook his head to banish that thought. Then she and Moritz headed to the room where Bruno was.
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