Episode 292: Heirs (2)
“It was you. The one who called the night hound and the saint into the vault.”
A tone as if to catch an insider.
Damian was startled as soon as he turned his head.
Big eyes like a deer, clear pupils, and silvery white hair.
It looks like the dead Juliet came back to life.
However, optical illusions are resolved literally in the blink of an eye.
Once I lowered my eyelids and then lifted them up, I saw reality.
The girl in front of her looked a little younger than Juliet and had much shorter hair.
More than anything, she was someone Damian knew.
“… … Sinclair, bourgeois.”
The niece of the bourgeois Lord Damian and the daughter of the bourgeois Lord Bartolomeo.
The lineage of the bourgeoisie stood there.
Damian swallowed a light moan.
It was because he saw this name on the list that he attended a party hosted by mere academy students.
“It’s a misunderstanding.”
Damian shook his head.
It is true that he conspired with the hound of the night, but he also did not know exactly what the devil was related to.
“It’s something I haven’t heard either. I just found out a little earlier than others and ran. In fact, I hadn’t come to my hometown for a while.”
Because of this, he was able to skillfully mix truth and lies.
Sinclair looked at Damian blankly, then turned his head away.
“… … well, that’s okay It doesn’t matter now.”
She stood before the body of her father, Bartholomew.
And muttered in a low voice.
“There was something I wanted to ask you. Now I can never ask.”
Sinclair thought back to when he was at the academy.
‘The future flow of the empire’s economy, questions about the current financial indicators, criteria for discovering new businesses, promising small and medium-sized merchant guilds, and recent mergers and acquisitions of mercenary guilds… … Also, I have to ask if chaebol eat chicken too!’
‘I have a question for you too.’
‘Oh, Sinclair. What are you curious about? Do you want to guess the question with me?’
‘… … no. I have only one question.’
‘Eh? Only one? barely?’
‘huh.’
‘why not! I need to gain a lot of knowledge to meet the best man in the empire! It’s an opportunity that may never come again in a lifetime!’
While Piggy, her classmate, was filling out a list of questions in excitement about meeting the best man in the empire, Sinclair had prepared only one question.
However, it was useless now that the person who was supposed to answer the question died in a place like this.
at that time.
“’Why did you abandon me’, is this? That question is.”
Damian, who was behind him, opened his mouth.
Damian shrugged at Sinclair’s surprise.
“Juliet asked me the same question. When she was alive, she was.”
“… … And Juliet’s sister?”
Sinclair’s eyes widened slightly.
Then Damian bit his lip. Sinclair’s expression of surprise was the same as Juliet’s that day long ago.
“Yes. As a result, your father and family did not abandon you.”
The family tradition of a bourgeois family. It is exactly as Damian had previously explained to the Night Hound.
Ordinary young bourgeois usually grow up and grow up in families, but the ‘real’ ones are different.
Like a lion’s cub falling down a cliff, the bourgeois heirs who will lead the family in the future are thrown into society as commoners with their castles sealed.
Isn’t survival in society as difficult as surviving in the wild?
To achieve success in the imperial capital, the center of the empire, with only one’s own strength, without any help from parents or family. That is the process of ‘proving’.
Esse, Non Videri. The belief that ‘exists, but does not reveal’.
“The bourgeoisie always fosters two or more leaders for checks and competition. In my generation it was you and me, in the next generation it was you and Juliet.”
Damian told Sinclair about it.
Then, hesitantly, he added a word.
“… … I should have told you much earlier, but I don’t know why you didn’t.”
Moment.
Throb-
Sinclair felt a growing headache.
Blood was flowing from the place where the gold fragments had rubbed earlier.
Seeing the blood reminds me of memories from earlier.
[At this point, it wouldn’t be bad to weed out useless ties. As of this hour, all plays are over.]
The words spoken by Bartolomeo, no, by the huge monster floating above him.
‘A useless relationship? theater?’
Sinclair staggered, clutching her spinning head.
“Are you okay?”
Damian approached, but Sinclair backed away, startled.
Sinclair is vigilant like a nervous stray cat.
She slowly backed away, palm facing Damian.
A look as if there is nothing to believe in this world.
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“If the demon had really taken over my father’s body… … Who raised me as a child? which one is my father Since when did that happen?”
“?”
Damian didn’t understand what Sinclair was talking about.
But Sinclair kept muttering that it was or not.
“What if your father wasn’t your father from the start? So what’s going on? What if it wasn’t the devil who died, but the father? Or if it’s not the father, but the devil? What is it, I don’t know… … .”
Sinclair, who tousled her hair and suffered.
Suddenly, she raised her head.
“… … night hound. We have to meet him again.”
Whether the night hound kills the devil, the father, the devil wearing the father’s mask, or the father wearing the devil’s mask, everything is the law of resolution.
Sinclair rose from her seat and approached Bartolomeo’s corpse in front of her eyes.
Then he reached out and closed his widened eyes.
“Goodbye, father. I will inherit the throne.”
Words that Damian behind him did not even have in mind.
But Damian is just silently watching Sinclair’s back.
yet.
Sinclair’s eyes narrowed.
It looked like he had made some serious decision.
* * *
“Heo-eok! omg! Huh!”
A suburb far from the bourgeoisie. A byway leading to the ecliptic.
A middle-aged man was running through a mountain road.
His clean face was smudged with scars, and his clean white clothes were stained with muddy water.
Humbert. What is the reason why he, who is the equivalent of a cardinal of the Great Rune Church, ran so quickly, abandoning his carriage?
“damn! Shit! Bartholomew was a devil! I really didn’t know!”
He made his way through the thicket with a frightened look on his face.
Right before Bikir went to dinner with Bartolomeo, Humbert had luncheon with Bartolomeo.
This is because the imperial family launched an investigation as the chain of crimes leading to Quo Vadis’ Old Testament sect, pseudo-churches, and the bourgeoisie were revealed to some extent on the surface.
Fearing that he might be abandoned by cutting off his tail, Humbert met with Bartolomeo and threatened to blow everything up if he was investigated or arrested.
And there Belial revealed his true face.
Humbert bowed his head under Belial and begged for mercy, and the capricious Belial gladly let Humbert live.
[Use this when the moment of crisis comes, weak human being.]
As a bonus, he even gave me a ‘gift’.
“… … ugh A gift from the devil.”
Humbert gripped what was in his hand even tighter.
It is a round object made of gold. It was a sphere that looked like an eyeball.
As the power of Belial, the demon king, was imbued, of course, it was emitting unusual energy.
When Humbert just broke through the bushes.
“Hee!?”
What I saw in front of me was a steep cliff.
The moment when Humbert freaked out and stepped back.
Bassrock-
The sound of branches crashing was heard from above.
“Haaaaaagh!?”
When Humbert heard the noise, he fell to the floor in fright.
Humbert was lying flat on the dirt floor and trying to cover his head with both hands.
However, he had to question the fact that his hand did not go up to his head despite raising his arm.
“… … uh?”
Humbert raised his head and looked down at his hands, and was immediately startled.
Both hands were missing above the wrist.
Only hot blood was spurting out.
[oh? I tried to take only what was in his hand, but you cut off his hand and threw it away?]
A woman’s gentle laughter is heard from above.
Where Humbert raised his head hastily, he saw a branch gently bent.
And the one sitting on it is a monster with two horns.
Ms. Ouroboros. The existence that made Humbert run away to this place.
She cut off Humbert’s hand!
[Ohh- pretty. is this it? A holy object that you received from the devil?]
She laughed as she fidgeted with the bloodstained golden orb.
“Do, give it back!”
Humbert summoned courage and shouted.
What worries me more than having both of my hands cut off is that the ‘Evil Eyes’ bestowed by Belial were taken away.
And of course Miss Ouroboros couldn’t return it.
[A guy whose name is a priest sells out children for money behind the scenes, and now even sticks with the devil? It’s different, really.]
“Ugh, ugh!”
Humbert flinched at her words that seemed to penetrate his heart.
However, Miss Ouroboros still only has an alluring smile.
[But whatever, I don’t hate it. Criminals like you. I’m ‘collecting’.]
“… … what? Gather?”
The moment Humbert makes a puzzled expression.
Charreuk!
Suddenly, something like a snake flew in from behind and wrapped around Humbert’s neck, making him sleepy.
It was the whip of Miss Ouroboros.
“Cheuk!?”
Humbert was strangled and dragged up, but he couldn’t resist much.
This is because both wrists have already been cut off.
Miss Ouroboros spoke in a laughing voice to Humbert, who was frantically struggling in the air.
[I’ll be your ‘assistant’ too. Let’s face the ‘old era’ with me.]
“?”
is it old fashioned? When we say let’s greet something together, don’t we usually say ‘new era’?
Humbert questioned her words even as his consciousness slowly faded.
Then Miss Ouroboros spoke another word into Humbert’s ear.
[‘The Age of Warring States’.]
Those were the last words Humbert heard sanely.
