Episode 165: Crime and Punishment (4)
dark red sky. A flock of crows spinning round and round. A neck hung high on a pole.
Dolores half-opened her mouth at the terrible sight in front of her.
‘Where the hell is this place?’
As far as she knows, no other battlefield or conflict zone in the world is this harsh and barren.
Moreover, the neck hanging over there… … .
‘Who is it?’
Dolores narrowed her eyes and focused.
Perhaps that neck belonged to someone very closely related to the ‘Night Hound’.
So Dolores decided to take a closer look at the face of the one who had been decapitated.
It might be helpful in guessing the identity of the Night Hound.
but.
Caw-
A crow lands and begins to peck at the severed head.
Caw- cack- cack- cack-
After that, countless crows landed and choked.
Dolores swallowed a sigh at the sight of her neck through the black feathers.
From the shape of his neck, it was impossible to guess his face before he was alive.
It was already severely decayed, and after being eaten by countless crows, only skeletons remained.
‘Is this the shameful memory of the night hound?’
Dolores turned her head slightly to look at the night hound beside her.
“… … .”
He was still standing motionless.
Since he was wearing a mask, there was no way to know whether he was making an embarrassing expression or not.
but.
“It reminds me of the old days.”
The short words he vomited out were still dry, and the only emotion contained in them was remorse like sweltering ashes.
<Name: … … le … … … … Kerrville
<Crime: … … … … >
The room, almost completely torn down, flutters gloomily.
Dolores was eventually unable to obtain any information regarding his identity from the memories of the Night Hound.
I just became more and more curious about what kind of mess he had been through so far, and I felt more sorry for him.
‘… … What kind of life did this person lead? How much weight is he carrying alone?’
As in the past when treating plague patients together, the calmness of the night hounds aroused more and more nostalgic feelings in her.
It must be more than just the sympathy she has for her neighbors in need and the maternal love that stems from her characteristic benevolence.
Meanwhile, Bikir was looking at the old scenery after a long time.
hometown (hometown).
The old world that was abandoned.
I miss it a little bit, but I absolutely hate going back.
The world line that was falsely accused of being a traitor and executed, the owner who abandoned himself even though he worked as a hound to death.
‘I’ve already done that revenge, so I don’t have any regrets anymore.’
Hugo Baskerville, the main culprit who cut off his own head and hung it on a pole, but it turned out that Andromalius disguised himself as Set Baskerville.
Since he was eliminated and all those involved in the family were found and executed, the fundamental revenge is already over.
Of course, revenge on Hugo Baskerville remained, but that was for later.
jjeook-
Bikir just calmly raised his sword and cut the landscape in front of him.
A red-hot slash flew and shattered his neck, and also chased away the flock of crows that roamed around.
Black feathers flutter.
up to evil
how bad
up to evil
bad bad bad bad
Howl… howl
evil to evil
caw caw
evil to evil
up to evil
how bad
Crows spun around and disappeared across the sky.
The world soon split north and north like pieces of food and disappeared.
Before long, Dantalian’s growl was heard from beyond the black mist.
[What is it? What are you? Why is the scenery of my hometown in your memory?]
His voice was full of laughter and confusion and bewilderment.
Vikir did not answer Dantalian’s question.
[…] … okay. It doesn’t matter if you don’t answer. I can see it myself.]
Dantalian opened the next sack.
The sack, which fluttered as if it were alive, pulled out the next thing from its mouth.
It’s ‘fear’, searching Vikir’s memories to find the scariest thing.
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Tsutsutsutsutsu… …
Soon after walking through the night fog, an old man walked out.
Vikir recognized his true identity at a glance.
‘Hugo! Hugo Les Baskervilles!’
white-haired old man. His face was covered with age spots, wrinkles, countless burn marks and scars.
“I-Who is that?”
Dolores did not recognize Hugo at all.
Of course, she was acquainted with Hugo.
Even within Quo Vadis, she was of a high rank, and she often exchanged good wishes with Hugo, the head of Baskerville, the iron-blooded swordsman, at every major event in the empire.
However, the last Hugo that existed in Vikir’s memory was completely different from the current Hugo.
The war, which lasted for a long time, completely changed a person’s appearance.
Although he seemed stubborn, Hugo’s face, which seemed solemn and dignified, aged rapidly in the first few years of the war.
Not only the wrinkles and age spots, but also the person’s face itself became more ferocious and grim.
Moreover, numerous knife marks and makeup marks on the face were changing the old man Hugo into a more bloody impression.
Normally, hunting dogs would be normal if they could not even move in the dignity of the ‘owner’ deeply imprinted in their bones.
But for some reason, Vikir wasn’t so afraid of Hugo in front of him.
‘Is it because I saw him smiling like an idiot while holding a Pomerian… … .’
Hugo even recently shaved off his mustache to match the Pomeranian’s taste!
When the owner loses his dignity, the hound will not listen.
Therefore, Vikir was also able to abandon his instinctive fear of Hugo to some extent.
Furthermore, Dantalian has not yet accumulated enough mana to perfectly reproduce even the power of the person in his memory.
jjeook-
Vikir raised the aura of the demonic sword Baalzebub to its limit and sprinted forward.
Seven teeth bite Hugo.
Yes, this time the hound bites the owner.
‘It’s not too far from now.’
Vikir promised to bite Hugo in real life someday, and tore the whole body of the fake Hugo in front of his eyes.
Seeing the illusion shattered, Dolores asked Vikir cautiously.
“excuse me… … If you don’t mind, may I ask who the old man from before was?”
“father.”
“… … ah.”
Dolores kept her mouth shut.
She had seen her father in the sack of terror.
And the night hound also saw his father in the sack of terror.
Dolores saw herself in the night hound.
Is the night hound also seeing himself in her?
Dolores said to herself, ‘… … I hope so,’ I thought. If only it could be of even the slightest comfort to him.
Just like he was comforted by the hounds of the night.
Meanwhile.
[Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
When Bikir kills Hugo, the slashes he pours go back to Dantalian.
[Ouch! How, how can you overcome shame and fear so easily! It’s like these unhuman things!]
Dantalian shouted in a bloody voice.
[but! No matter how emotionally dry you are, this time will not be as easy! Hohohoho!]
The last sack started moving.
‘love’. The most primitive element that moves humans.
Emotions that are indispensable and indispensable for people and people to live.
This time, it was the turn of the ‘Bikir’s favorite thing’ to come out of the sack.
“… … .”
Dolores felt somehow tense.
It’s really immature and pitiful to feel this kind of feeling while fighting against a Demon King-level demon.
‘… … I’m still curious!’
Dolores kept alert and alert, even though she blamed herself for losing one eye.
I was thinking of keeping a close eye on whatever came out.
Whether it was to prepare for the fight against the devil, or because of curiosity about the past of the night hound, she herself was vague.
yet.
Tsutsutsutsutsu… …
The hilt that Dantalian had left as a last bastion was wide open.
[Ho-ho-ho-ho! A guy like you is bound to collapse miserably in front of love! Even if you are a wooden being, you can’t help but lose your composure and panic in front of the face of the one you love! It’s not for nothing that romance sells well regardless of the era! Love transcends all things… … uh!?]
However, Dantalian’s commanding voice did not last long.
“… … !”
Even Dolores felt the same way as Dantalian at the moment.
flutter –
Opening her eyes wide, the sack of love was wide open in front of her.
‘The face that the night hound loved’ was revealed through the thick night fog.
