Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 280

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Episode 280: Things Money Can’t Buy (2)

“What if I gave you a chance to talk to your daughter?”

“… … !”

“Then what can you give me?”

Damian’s eyes widened at Vikir’s words.

The daughter I never forgot even in my dreams. If only such a daughter could come back and talk to her once more. Then, what price would she not pay as a father?

“Ooh, if our daughter wakes up. Ma, if that’s possible, I’ll never be mad at her again. I’m going to let him know that I love him unconditionally. And whatever choice you make, I will respect you and forgive you for the rest of your life… … .”

“no. What can you give me?”

Vikir cut off Damian’s confession.

This side is not a priest, and there is no particular duty to listen to the regrets of an incompetent father.

“… … .”

Damian’s expression turned blank for an instant, then came back.

He has met countless people who have been asking for money and telling their stories in detail.

Whether you want an investment, offer interest, ask for a delay in repayment of debt, or a family member, such as a parent, spouse, or child, is sick… … .

But every time Damian thought.

‘What do you mean?’

It’s their case, not this side.

In order to make a transaction, you must convince the other party, and what is essential in the process is the process of convincing the other party that this transaction is in the interests of both parties.

The category of benefits does not include the detailed stories of the regretful side.

Demian, who had made countless cold-hearted transactions, finally regained his original stance.

“If I could bring my daughter back to normal… … I can hand over everything within my power.”

Damian spoke without hesitation.

It seemed like a resolution that had been forged a long time ago.

But Bikir shook his head.

“I didn’t say it would be returned to the original state.”

“… … ?”

“It makes conversation possible.”

In an instant, an uneasy light flashed across Damian’s face.

“Couldn’t you kill me and my daughter to have a conversation with the spirits, or something like that?”

“That would be one way.”

“… … hey.”

“But it’s not the best. Above all, it is non-refundable if the result is dissatisfied.”

Bikir got up from his seat. Then he turned behind the fluttering curtains.

When Damian pulled Booth up, Vikir was already gone.

but.

“Dying is not an atonement, it is just an escape. Repent responsibly until the end.”

Only the muddy voice that seemed to ring directly in my head lingered in my ears.

* * *

exactly one month later.

Vikir visited Damien’s mansion.

The outside of the strict boundary, a gap that has been created like a thread.

As I entered the depths of the mansion through the gap, I saw Damian standing there nervously.

He was spinning around in place, fidgeting like a rabbit with a pocket watch.

Before long, Damian, who found Bikir, spoke in a voice that seemed to be suppressed.

“… … You are late.”

“This came quickly.”

A short greeting is shared.

Vikir was guided by Damian to the deep bedroom of the annex.

Before long, a large, soft bed caught my eye.

Temperature, humidity, lighting, and the center of a room filled with soothing scented candles.

A woman lay with her eyes closed.

Long white hair that looks messy. Clear skin, big eyes, and long eyelashes.

Juliet. Bourgeois Juliet. Damian’s only daughter. She is one of two girls who were aiming for the next family head. She is a genius girl who was once considered the closest to the next family head.

“… … .”

Bikir stared at Juliet’s sleeping face.

‘It’s a face I’ve seen somewhere.’

obviously familiar

When Bikir ponders for a moment where he saw this woman’s face.

“Is this necessary to wake my daughter up? To stare so intently at the face of her sleeping lady.”

Damian asked in an anxious voice from the side.

When Bikir heard that, he took his eyes off Juliet’s face.

“You may come out now.”

Before long, Bikir’s cloak lifted and someone wiggled out from within.

It was a Pomeranian.

Damian looked at Pomerian with an absurd face.

“… … something about this kid? You look too young.”

“I am the sorcerer who will summon your daughter. If you want to talk to your daughter, stay still.”

Vikir dismissed Damian’s many questions as if they were annoying.

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Before long, Bikir spoke with the Pomerian at eye level.

“Pomerian. Your soul sensitivity is the best. can you do it?”

“yes! Samchun!”

“It’s not Samchun, it’s Uncle. Anyway, let’s do what we said before.”

Bikir, Pomerian, and Damian walked over to the middle of the bed and stood looking down at Juliet.

The Pomerian, who had been looking at Juliet for a long time, opened her mouth.

“This sister. No soul.”

Damian was startled by those words.

“Hey, you don’t have a soul!? What is that!?”

“Yes… … lost You are somewhere else.”

“What did you mean by that? huh? hey Please speak a little longer!”

Damian met Pomerian at eye level with a kneeling attitude.

Bikir then translated.

“Your daughter is now a living soul and is wandering elsewhere. Without being able to go to this world or the next.”

“A bird, a living spirit? What is it?”

“The body is alive, but only the soul is roaming elsewhere. You know you’re dead.”

Bikir looked at the Pomerian and said.

“Since the living spirit knows that it is dead, it worries why it cannot go to the underworld. Perhaps worse, he thinks he is still alive.”

“Well, then what to do!”

“How do you do it? Isn’t that why they called the sorcerer?”

Bikir said while stroking the Pomeranian’s head.

“Hey. Can you bring the owner of this body who has become a living soul here? If possible, in a visible form.”

“yes… … If you use the tree Samchun gave you the other day, you will be fine!”

Pomeranian replied cheerfully.

Before long, she closed her eyes and began to pump up mana.

The qualities of a natural warlock.

His skills in reviving dead rats and scarabs with the black magic he had learned over his shoulder had grown even further while he was in the Baskervilles.

furthermore.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu… …

A black aura rose behind Pomerian’s back, forming the shape of a tree.

Wraith Tree.

It was an ancient artifact that Vikir had previously retrieved from the Tomb of Blades.

‘Are you finally seeing the effect?’

Bikir nodded.

The Wraith Tree, rooted in Pomerian’s image, began to shake its stem and leaves in response to her talents and qualities.

‘It had a form then, but now it has no form.’

[Originally, ancient oparts come and go and sometimes don’t exist.]

Dekarabia, who appeared after a while, intervened.

Bikir shoved him back into his chest and focused on the Pomeranian.

yet.

“Take care of your sister! I’m at the entrance to the forest at the end of the F*cking road! Beneath a large tree that was split open by lightning!”

Then Damian’s eyes widened.

“That, that’s where my daughter got into a wagon accident! End of the boulevard! Where there is a giant tree split by lightning!”

“No, please be quiet.”

Vikir gave Damian a face-down and turned his head again.

Before long, black mana began to gather at Pomerian’s fingertips.

The power to exercise dominion over anything related to the soul, whether it be a specter or a living spirit.

The leaves, stems, and roots of the Wraith Tree stretched out, inviting living spirits from far away to this place.

And before long, something translucent appeared in front of everyone.

[…] … what? here is?]

Juliet. A tragic heroine appeared.

“T-Daughter!?”

Damian was about to jump out of his seat.

Moment. He hesitated.

“Huh? It’s worth it again. I’m sure my sister came to pick me up.”

At the same time as Pomerian tilted his head.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu… …

Another spirit appeared next to Juliet’s bewildered expression.

It was Romeo.

* * *

[…] … That’s how it happened.]

Juliet nodded.

After hearing all the circumstances from Damian, she looked down at her body lying on the bed.

A body that breathes quietly. However, since love and soul have been lost, living is not living anymore.

Damian was on his knees in front of Juliet, weeping bloody tears.

“I was wrong, daughter. Please do not forgive this poor father for the rest of your life who acted alone, ignoring your feelings for trivial reasons.”

[…] … Wake up, father.]

Juliet stretched out her hand. Damian lifted her head involuntarily, guided by her hand.

Romeo’s spirit stood beside him.

Damian also expressed his deep apologies to him.

“You have nothing to say even if you have ten mouths. I’m sorry. He is a poor artisan.”

Hearing this, Romeo’s eyes widened.

So was Juliet.

[father! no way… … ?]

“Where would you be? You two are already a couple. I decided to think that my approval was of no importance.”

Tears welled up in Romeo and Juliet’s eyes.

[Thank you, father. thank you!]

“I… … I’m grateful. Because you grew up so beautifully. For calling the poor father her father.”

Damian expressed his regret and regret in a voice that seemed to break all his internal organs.

Juliet and Romeo nodded and wept.

Although it was a very emotional scene, the father and daughter, father-in-law and son-in-law resolving old regrets.

“There is no time. Just finish the business quickly.”

Bikir dismissed all of this briefly.

Damian turned his head with a puzzled expression.

“Sir, don’t you have time? What does that mean? Did my daughter’s spirit finally come back?”

“Not that one. It’s the man’s side.”

At Bikir’s words, Damian and Juliet’s eyes turned to Romeo.

[…] … .]

Come to think of it, Romeo hadn’t said anything since a while ago.

Vikir briefly explained what he had heard from Pomerian.

“Looks like the man is completely dead and the woman is only half dead, so they can’t be together for a long time. Since I was forcibly brought to this place that had become an underground spirit at the place of death, it is now time to completely move on to the afterlife.”

“What, what!? Why are you telling me that now!”

“Wouldn’t it be okay if I could only bring my daughter’s soul?”

“Why is it that it doesn’t matter! My son-in-law is about to go to the underworld!”

“You killed what I killed, so why do you want me?”

At Vikir’s tip, Damian couldn’t refute, only his mouth twitching.

Pomeranian shook his head.

“If you do, you have to go to the underworld. That’s it. It is the law.”

As he said, Romeo’s body was getting blurry as time passed.

Unlike Juliet, who still has a living body.

[…] … honey. don’t leave me please! I can’t live at all in a world without you!]

Juliet hugged Romeo and cried.

Damian scratched his head again and blamed himself.

“Ah, I broke up this couple again! What a selfish, foolish fool I am!”

Romeo now crosses the gates of death and leaves for the world of the other side.

And you will never be able to come back.

But Juliet, a living soul, cannot follow him.

This is because the bond with the living body has not yet been severed.

Juliet and Romeo caress each other’s faces and just shed tears.

And Damian was again deeply regretting his choice of separating his daughter from life twice.

“never… … I swore I would never make her daughter cry again… … I swore I wouldn’t have the same regret twice… … Ah, how can I be such a greedy pig?”

I thought it was already the bottom, but there was a basement. The layer of regret is so deep and deep.

When Damian is suffering from endless self-reproach.

… chin!

There was a hand on his shoulder.

Bikir.

He opened his mouth to Damian, who looked back at him.

“Now is the time to let go of your daughter.”

There are only two places where Abi hears this.

wedding hall. and funeral home.

In a situation where these two places, which should not be related at all, are exquisitely harmonized.

“… … . … … . … … .”

Damian’s pupils were shaking more violently than ever before.

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