Episode 216 My neck becomes your scabbard (1)
Corpse Queen.
The skull mask covering her face was removed.
Inside was a very familiar face, not much different from when she was 8 years old.
Big eyes like those of a deer, eyes that were always moist when looking at them, thick eyebrows, a sharp nose, and tight lips.
If there’s a slight difference, it’s that most of the breast meat on her cheeks has been removed, all the freckles on her face have disappeared, and the color scheme of the black and white chin has changed.
Morgue Camus.
She was looking this way with the exact same expression as the last one in Vikir’s memory.
A face covered in tears and runny nose, an expression that couldn’t bear to speak any more, a throat that had become sore.
From the moment when she said goodbye to the ‘Octagonal Madame’ in the sea of red and black mountains, she seemed to have stopped time.
“… … .”
Bikir was silent for a moment.
Why didn’t you know until now?
The main villain. main enemy. black curtain.
The road that I ran without rest with the thought that I had to kill the devil and stop the era of destruction.
With the appearance of Tensangsi right in front of my eyes, I completely ruled out any trivial thoughts or supervisors.
He was only focused on killing his enemies.
Is that why? In the meantime, he was able to recall at once all the questionable parts that he had missed or that he had deliberately avoided thinking about.
Kamyu’s sudden change of heart after searching for Bikir without missing a single day for several years.
After leaving the good house of his uncle ‘Morg Adolph’ with whom he was so close, he entered the dark house of his uncle ‘Morg Snake’ with whom he was not on good terms.
Afterwards, after declaring closed training, Kamyu severed all ties with the world.
Coincidentally, there was an anomaly that appeared at this point.
A mysterious woman who took the place of Morgue Snake, who should have been the ‘king of corpses’. The queen of corpses whose identity was unknown during her lifetime.
She cherished Morgue Roget, who died in the war against the enemy and the natives of the Black Mountain, by turning him into an undead.
It also had the remains of Ahheman, which should have been abandoned in the waters of Red and Black Mountains.
Come to think of it, even when we first met, there were a lot of strange things.
The Corpse Queen was strangely enraged when she saw Balak’s archery, probably because of the memory of losing Bikir and Rose in quick succession.
And the fact that he flinched at the sight of the Baskerville style swordsmanship at the end, and the fact that he held Rose back when he fell unconscious were all signs.
Bikir asked, trying to stay as calm as possible.
“Why did you become the eighth poem? What is your voice like?”
[…] … I’ve been crying for years since you disappeared, so I’m locked up.]
The voice of the Corpse Queen, or Camus, was even more husky than before.
How many times must I have cried, screamed, struggled, collapsed from exhaustion, fainted, woke up, and wailed again and again.
Her neck was already tattered.
Camus said with tears falling from her black and white eyes.
[you idiot… … i am you… … I know you’re dead… … To find your body… … ]
Is that why you have been digging through the floods of Red Mountain and Black Mountain for the past few years? without missing a day?
… … Well, that’s understandable up to that point.
However, Bikire had to touch her forehead with her hand at Camu’s words.
[so… … I tried to bring you back.]
black magic. The art of reviving the dead, the art of reviving the dead.
Was that the reason why he left the Myeongdang and joined the Dark Party?
Certainly, Morgue Snake, the head of the Dark Temple, is a master of black magic.
Before he returned, he also signed a contract with Seere, the eighth city, in order to reach the ultimate in black magic.
Come to think of it, I remembered the testimony I had heard from Highsis, Middlesis, and Lowsis in the past at Red Awl Castle.
‘If it’s Camus, I’ve entered the closed-gwan training now.’
‘… … Closing?’
‘Because he broke up with Uncle Adolf.’
I heard that Camu has changed a little since the time he stopped searching.
His condescending personality died a lot and he talked less.
Then, suddenly, Morgue Adolph announced the resignation of the best party in the Supreme Council.
Morgue was shocked internally as he was Camus who followed Adolf, who was his uncle and leader of the party, like a parent, but Adolf did not express any official opinion about it.
I just silently watched as Camus, who had defected, joined the dark party standing at the opposite point of the good party.
Knowing how sad Camus was after ‘that night’ in the flood, and how much he suffered and blamed himself, he would not have dared to stop him.
“… … .”
Bikir frowned.
Kamyu, who abandoned everything and chose the path of the black mage to revive the dead himself and make himself undead.
If she was originally destined, why did she become like this?
Bikir asked in a low voice.
“So you’re saying that you made a pact with the devil because of me? why?”
[Are you asking because you don’t know that?]
“I’m asking because I don’t know. They say they became the eighth city to find my body and turn it into a dead man.”
[…] … When you say that, it sounds a bit like that.]
After thinking about it for a while, Camus nodded and acknowledged it. Then he articulated his position clearly and concisely.
[If death separates us, I wanted to be together even behind the scenes.]
After a while, there was some silence between the two.
“… … .”
[…] … .]
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The night hound and the corpse queen take off their masks and face each other face-to-face.
It was Vikir who broke the awkward silence between the two.
“… … But in the end, the devil must die.”
The ball is the ball. living privately.
No matter how heavy an individual’s personal feelings may be, they cannot be weighed against the fate of mankind as a whole.
In the end, the composition became clear.
A man who must kill a woman to prevent the end of the world.
A woman who doesn’t mind if the world perishes as long as she can be with a man.
[…] … .]
Camu doesn’t answer.
And then, her lips parted.
[good.]
Bikir’s eyes widened slightly. That’s because the answer was completely unexpected.
Surprisingly, however, Camus did not feel much agitation.
[Since I joined hands with the devil, I guessed that my life wouldn’t end so well.]
The gazes of Kamu and Bikir met.
Camu took a step in front of Bikir.
And stretched out his shoulders and chest.
[Now, kill me.]
“… … .”
Bikir hesitated for a moment.
One of the ten times said that he would offer his head with his own foot, but why did he hesitate?
The faces of countless comrades passing through my head.
However, despite the sense of guilt and indebtedness, Baalzebub, the magic sword on the wrist, does not budge.
Before long, Camus opened his mouth again.
[What are you doing? Kill?]
“… … .”
[Kill! Kill!]
In an instant, her voice rose.
Kwak! Patter- Patter- Patter-
Runaway emotions and fluctuating mana. Around it, a shower of fire and iron skewers began to fall.
Tears welled up in Camu’s eyes and dripped down her cheeks.
[okay! Of course you don’t like blackened witches like me! Kill it now and put it out of your life or not! My ex-girlfriend who gets in the way is going to die right here, so where are you going to live with your current girlfriend, Seongnyeo?”
“???”
It was a completely incomprehensible reaction to Bikir.
What is your ex and what is your current girlfriend? Why is the name of Saint Dolores mentioned again?
I knew there was a fatal misunderstanding, but it was a difficult situation to explain.
In addition, it seemed that the demonic energy flowing from Camus was getting stronger and stronger.
As the time approaches midnight.
Kamyu poured out all the mana in her body, and then sat down and started to cry.
[My bad baby! The saying that we meet after a long time, the devil must die? Guess who isn’t from the Baskervilles… … pup! Dog bad bastard!]
“… … .”
Bikir stood still and said nothing.
This is the third time I have seen Kamu’s tears.
When we first met when we were 8 years old, then when we got older and met again at the Red Fang Castle, and now.
All three times, Bikir could not offer any consolation to Kamyu’s tears.
And as if Camus got used to it, after a while, the tears stopped on its own.
[…] … yes i know You have no talent for consolation.]
It seems that a similar conversation took place when I lost my second cousin to the Rococo tribe.
Rosé, who was next to Kamyu, who was still teary-eyed, hugged her and comforted her.
yet.
… Took!
Kamu took out an old booklet from his bosom and threw it in front of Bikir.
[This is my diary.]
“… … .”
[Even if I disappear, read it at least once. There are a lot of things I can’t bear to say by looking at your face.]
Of course, even if Bikir answered this, Kamyu would not be in this world this time.
“… … .”
Bikir picked up the journal that had fallen to the floor.
The weight of the bookshelf made only of paper is quite heavy.
It was the weight of the time a woman carves into a man, feelings that will forever remain as questions, with no answer.
Before long, Camus loosened his front lip.
The bone armor splits left and right, revealing a white neck in the middle.
[ruler. Do it now.]
“… … .”
[I like you. No, only you are qualified.]
“… … .”
[Anyway, at the point of signing the contract with the devil, Hosang gave up. I might be happier going into your hands.]
Camu came to Bikir and quietly knelt down.
Then he took Bikir’s right hand and brought it to his throat.
[My neck will be your scabbard.]
Camu’s lips touch Bikir’s right arm. I could feel the small trembling breath.
“… … .”
Bikir was still unable to move.
Ten demon lords who crossed over from the demon realm to the human realm. A huge gate they will later open. The era of destruction that will come because of this.
Before the gate opens, all ten demon lords must be killed.
… Back!
Bikir tightened his hand.
Camus was looking up at Bikir as if he was prepared.
But why? Bikir’s hands do not move.
It was because of the feelings that lurked at the bottom of the abyss in the heart that even Vikir himself could not know.
Suddenly, the description of the Baskerville Type 7 popped up in Vikir’s mind.
In order to reach the extreme of the -6 expression, you have to throw away your emotions.
-But to open the door to the 7th, you have to have feelings.
In order to reach the top level of a graduate, you must become a steel-like being who has thoroughly killed your emotions.
However, in order to reach the highest level, the sword master, you have to revive the emotions you killed.
Bikir has lived a life like sharpened steel.
A killing machine that operated only on orders, excluding all emotions. dog of death.
All my life I have loved no one and have never been loved by anyone.
That was a fact that was proven even before Dantalian. Except for the camaraderie, there were no ties that connected Bikir to the world.
but.
But such Bikir was agitated now.
A girl knelt in front of him and opened her arms and chest to receive her sword.
As I looked down at that mysterious face, I felt a weak emotion that I didn’t even know existed.
No matter how heavy an individual’s intuition is, it cannot be weighed against the fate of mankind as a whole.
… … However, in front of such a heavy supervisor, the iron man eventually becomes a superman.
A wall began to appear in Bikir’s field of vision.
The extreme of swordsmanship of being able to cut through anything, and the sword master’s wall of being able to cut into two pieces by cutting down even a shapeless soul or even an abstract concept, were hanging in front of his eyes.
And right at that moment.
… hook!
Pain was felt in the lower abdomen.
This sensation of something hot breaking through.
[…] … uh?]
Camus put on a blank expression for a moment.
An iron skewer extended from her hand and pierced Bikir’s belly.
at the same time.
Tsutsutsutsutsutsu… …
A black mist began to rise behind Camu’s back. It was forcibly manipulating her body.
[It’s midnight. little girl.]
An eerie voice leaked from a crack in the fog that had been torn like a mouth.
<‘The Eighth Poetry’ Seere>
Risk level: S+
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Discovery Location: In the depths of the Gate of Destruction, ‘The Serpent’s Womb’
– aka ‘The Eighth Corpse’.
One of the ten catastrophes that lead to humanity’s natural enemy, incomprehensible, and unkillable.
“Lives and herds will perish.”
– 『The Ten Commandments』 10:above –
It was the voice of a demon that had entangled half of Camu’s consciousness.
