Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 224

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Episode 224: That Day’s Him and Me (5)

The knocking on my door is just a visitor, nothing.

December was hard. On the floor where dying embers burn shadows.

I eagerly hoped for tomorrow to come and tried to forget his death and the sadness that came from it by devouring books.

The man who will forever have no name here.

I left the door wide open for any visitor who might be standing outside.

There was nothing but darkness.

I stared into the darkness for a long time. Wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no one dared to dream.

Only the words I whispered, “Bikir!” came back as “Bikir!” as an echo.

Just these words, nothing.

As I closed the door, I heard a loud, distinct knock as every soul within me burned.

It’s just the wind, nothing.

When I opened the door, a wildly fluttering jackdaw poofduk! Stepped inside.

Climb up, sit down, that’s all.

I spoke in front of this stern bird with a sad smile.

His hair is shaved and he is naked, but he is not a coward. Scary crow that wanders the dark shore. Tell me your old noble name.

Said the raven, “No more forever”.

I shouted again.

Prophet, evil one! tell me! Will I ever be able to meet the noble and radiant one whom God named Vikir, in my lifetime or even after I die?

Said the raven, “No more forever”.

I was outraged.

That demon must return. to the underworld of the night. Without leaving even a single black feather, a sign of lies.

Said the raven, “No more forever”.

So the crow never flies away and sits still, still.

Those eyes are like the pupils of a demon who is dreaming insidiously, and the light of the lamp below casts an evil shadow.

The way my soul escapes from the shadows that float on the floor… …

… … there will be no eternity

-From Morgue Camus 『The Raven, Diary of a December』-

*quoted from Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven

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Camus covered the diary.

She went out to the city with the diary in which she recorded all her memories in her arms.

The destination was the most famous place throughout the ecliptic, the ‘Colosseo Academy’.

The main gate of the academy, which was allowed to open to outsiders in celebration of Halloween, was wide open.

The door of the Colosseo is so high that you have to lift your chin as high as possible to see it all.

An enormous crowd and lights filling the inside.

Camus followed their movements with vague eyes for a moment.

‘If I lived normally, would I be here by now?’

Good men and women who look their age or slightly older are busy moving.

They were both men and women, arm in arm, holding hands, or about to hold hands, building, decorating, selling, or enjoying being guests at the festival booth.

If Camus also grew up normally, he would have grown up and entered the academy here early, being loved as a genius by now.

And I would have made a festival bar while crying and laughing with my classmates, and I would have treated customers while soliciting customers on the street or cooking in the kitchen.

If so, perhaps Rosé, the younger brother who entered the school together or entered a year or two later, would have been laughing shyly next to Camus.

Also beside it… … .

“’That guy’ is good at cooking, so he probably cooked in the kitchen. Then I would take it and serve it to the customers. … … no. Since that guy is handsome, he must have been soliciting customers together? I must have had a hard time with a lot of girls clinging to me. But I, too, was not a beauty that would fall out anywhere.”

Camus smiled bitterly and said.

Only Rosé, who had become a lich, nodded.

at that time.

Camu, who was walking around an alley, stopped abruptly when he saw a large mirror attached to the road.

A woman wearing a shabby, ragged cloak and a spooky skull mask.

The reflection of herself in the mirror was incomparable to the pretty girls who cried, laughed, and enjoyed themselves at the festival.

“… … .”

Camus took her eyes off the mirror for a moment.

Zeng-

As she looked away, the mirror shattered into hundreds of pieces.

Born passably, grow up passably, enter a passable school, pass passably rise to a high position, pass passably a good date with a passable man, pass passably get married, pass passably have a child, pass passably old age, pass passably in everyone’s love and respect Close your eyes in

Life like this is no longer expected.

The life of the high school girls who talk hahahoho at the academy is now a completely different story. It’s a life that never belongs to you.

Camus thought so.

and.

Boom- Boom- Boom- Boom-

At the night market on that night when fireworks and cherry blossoms scatter. I met Camus.

I didn’t want that much. The very face I drew even in my dreams.

Bikir. Bikir van Baskerville.

He was at the school festival bar.

“… … ! … … ! … … !”

Camus doubted his own eyes.

But no matter how much I rub my eyes, that face is definitely Bikir’s.

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“… … He, did he have a sister?”

No way.

She had researched the family history of her husband-to-be in advance.

There are no women in his family. daughter is not born

Since the disappearance of their only daughter, ‘Penelope’, a long time ago, the family has valued their daughter as if it were cursed.

Camus walked forward as if possessed.

You can meet him soon. Or at least you might get some clues.

The weak hopes became concrete convictions and suggested the way forward.

Just like that, the moment Camus approaches the festival pub where it says ‘Newspaper Club Ryukion’.

[…] … Who are you, are you messing around at someone else’s business?]

familiar attire. The hound of night blocked the way. Even this time, it was supposed to be someone else.

are you again

Camus was furious.

Things keep getting in the way of the clues I barely caught and the hope I barely met.

She was a woman who had come here to meet a man she had loved for a long time and was determined not to give in to anything.

“Move.”

There will be no double mercy.

* * *

And again time has passed now.

… Dig!

Geronto brought Camu, who was in a state of disrepair, to the hideout and treated him using the Life Vessel.

Even though a huge amount of highly concentrated mana potion flowed into her body, Kamyu’s body hardly recovered.

but.

“… … Pooh! This time, I almost passed for real.”

I barely managed to catch the consciousness that came back after going to the threshold of death.

As soon as Camu woke up, he checked his body condition.

“My body has become a rag. But whatever, it doesn’t matter. Anything can be cured with time.”

More importantly, Bikir was alive.

“… … okay. was alive That’s why I couldn’t meet her. Stupid, why did I think he was dead?”

Even with a bloody, battered body, laughter continues to come out. I can’t control the rising corners of my lips.

“And at the end, I also checked his mind. He couldn’t kill me after all. Why? Because I have a heart!”

Camu couldn’t fully guess Bikir’s inaction, but he could intuit that something had crossed a wall in the process of conflicting whether or not to kill Bikir.

Camus checked his body once again at that point.

Most of the damage to the body is the result of Seere’s rampage, and there are no injuries from Vikir except for those on the arms and legs.

There were no fatal injuries. Even that, she was recovering quickly.

Camus looked at Rosé, who was next to him.

“Didn’t Bikir try to kill me as I fled at the end?”

nod-

Eventually, Rosé’s memories are passed on to Camus.

“… … It worked.”

Camus laughed bashfully.

When he first met Bikir as a night hound, Kamu could have killed him, but a strange intuition kept him from doing so.

It was the same with Bikir.

I just let Camu, who lost his mind, go. It means that he believed in Camu and Rosé.

The possibility that Camus could not only be revived on her own, but also that she could eventually escape from the devil’s control.

“… … Then, should we try to live up to our Nanggunnim’s expectations?”

Camu’s eyes suddenly sank.

When I close my eyes, I see the bottomless pit of the abyss, deep in my heart.

There was a high, steep cliff there.

A peak at the end of a cliff that juts out. You can see someone hanging at the dead end.

[Ah! Help me! Somebody save me!]

It was Seere.

As her link with Kamu was cut off by Bikir, she was driven to the lowest corner of consciousness, to a corner.

With a very small body like a newborn baby.

Camu regained control of his body by 99.99%, and the parts of his body that had become paralyzed were perfectly restored thanks to the repairs made by Seere.

Since most of Seeere’s consciousness was extinguished by Bikir, there was an extremely small amount of Seere’s consciousness remaining in Kamu’s consciousness.

In terms of juice, it’s like the amount of juice that remains on the surface of a glass after pouring the juice into a glass and pouring it all away.

It was so minuscule that it would not be an exaggeration to say that there was none.

Camus asked.

“Why didn’t you completely disappear?”

[That, that… … Because you broke the 12 hour contract. Thanks to that penalty, I was able to survive a little bit.]

During the fight against Bikir, Kamyu once violated Siere’s authority.

Therefore, Seeere is currently performing with some vitality as a result of the reflection.

“Hmm~”

Camu stood on the cliff and stroked his chin.

Then, Seeere, who was in tears, begged while holding Kamyu’s toes.

[J-Please don’t let go! Even if you look at the affection so far, please!]

OK. Camus opened her mouth in a cold tone.

“He was a fearless kid who only believed in his talent and will.”

[…] … to?]

“Hohoho- Is there a man you really want to meet again? Where is the fool who would risk his life just for that reason?”

[Uh, uh uh… … ]

“If I had a face like this and a body like this, I would never have lived like that. I would have gotten stronger by consuming the blood of young males comfortably. Ah~ life in this world is very difficult.”

[Hee!]

What Camu is saying now are the lines she said to Bikir when Seere was 100% in control of her body.

Seere swallowed the wind.

Camus said to Seere in a cold voice.

“Listen. Don’t judge people by your standards. He’s not such a goofy male. It’s called a real bastard. okay?”

[huh! huh! huh!]

“okay. A man worth risking his life for.”

Camu regained his body completely again.

As for the trivial share of Seeere’s efforts, it would be enough to make her feel the itch like a mosquito bite for about a second once a day.

Camu. She became the protagonist of her own life again.

A master who has complete control over his body and soul. She is the Red and Black Queen. After she zeitgeist.

“Kneel down.”

In her self-consciousness, her commands are absolute.

Seere wept with her reduced body.

[…] … Heeing.]

In doing so, Siere handed over all his authority and power to Camus.

It was the moment when the bilateral contractual relationship turned into a one-sided master-servant relationship.

A black magician who has acquired demon lord-class magic.

Camus smiled while placing the smaller Seere on the tip of her finger.

“Your prophecy was correct. Because you finally got me to meet him.”

Bikir came to Kamyu in the process of a demon hunter searching for a demon, but in any case, it came true as prophesied.

Siere, who carefully climbed on top of Kamyu’s finger, looked at him and asked.

[Hey, what are you going to do now?]

“what. Shall we open the gate?”

[Gee, really!? Are you really going to do that?]

“It’s bullshit. Am I crazy?”

At Camu’s words, Seere becomes visibly sullen.

Camus smiled brightly.

“The world can’t be ruined anymore. As long as he knows he is alive and I am alive.”

[…] … So what are you going to do now?]

“I have to recuperate my broken body for a while. It was completely messed up because someone carelessly wrote it.”

[Mi, sorry. I didn’t mean to… … .]

In Camus gaze, Seere shrank completely.

I was sweating so much that I felt like I was looking at a piece of butter thrown onto a hot pan.

Camus really started to think about the future.

“There are many things you need to prepare to become a good bride. I need to start one by one while recovering my body.”

[Poem, priest? get married?]

“Then what should I do? We met again after going through such hardships, but what if someone takes us away?”

[Do you like him that much?]

When Seere asked as if he was absurd, Camus nodded resolutely.

“good. I really like it.”

Even if he died, I want to be by his side.

Or even if he died, he wanted to be by his side.

A man who must kill a woman to prevent the end of the world. And a woman who doesn’t mind if the world perishes as long as she can be with a man.

The two eventually found a dramatic compromise. No one has to be unhappy, everyone can be happy.

“For now, we must return to the Morgue family. How much do High Sis, Middle Sis, Low Sis, and those thunder-naked sisters must love me without me. I need to go and re-discipline.”

I can already see how happy the older sisters will be with that forced smile.

Camus was then able to have a playful smile suitable for his age.

“I say hello to my mother, visit my uncle… … And again.”

In an instant, her expression darkened.

Morgue Snake.

I had to announce his death to the world.

What a noble and holy sacrifice he had made, it was necessary to have a proper burial.

“First of all, it is an urgent priority to inherit Master’s legacy.”

Due to Snake’s long absence, it was necessary to completely take control of the dark hall, which had become Mujugongsan.

Delegates. Kamuy had the idea of ​​becoming the head of the Dark Party after his teacher.

If the death of Snake, who reigned as the supreme leader of the dark party for the past decades, is announced, the representative election will be held again and a desperate power struggle will proceed.

In addition, Camu, who has been living in seclusion because of lung-gwan training, will be included.

I’ll say it again, but she’s a black magician with demon lord-level powers.

A being that perfectly absorbed the power of Seere, the great demon king of bones and corpses, that kills livestock and makes them stand up again.

“First of all, I have to completely conquer the Dark Hall, become a representative, and rise to the same level as Uncle Adolf.”

It would be quite difficult, but Camus was confident.

In fact, doing anything would be much easier than reviving the dead.

And again… … .

Camus raised his head.

You can see the night sky of the ecliptic far, far away.

The place where the pointed spiers and high walls stand is the ‘Colosseo Academy’.

Before long, Camu’s mouth opened.

“If I enter, I will be in the 21st class.”

A junior under one degree.

But nonetheless, she was confident.

“On the day I return… … .”

Camu’s eyes glow dark red.

She affirmed in a voice full of conviction to Vikir, who was in the distance.

“you are mine.”

It was such a strong possessive desire that even the demon lord Seere instantly shivered.

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