The Indomitable Martial King Chapter 37

“Guuuuuuuu!”

To be honest, rather than kicking it, it was more like just lightly touching it. If it’s really full, you’ll die in one hit. But that was enough to make Terik scream, arch his back, and start vomiting up all the alcohol he had eaten.

“Wook! Wow!”

He continues to vomit while crying from pain and fear. I couldn’t help but cry at her unfairness.

“… … Why, why are you doing this to me… … .”

It was really unfair. Why should someone as rich and powerful as yourself have to suffer such an ‘unlucky’ experience? Seeing that makes my heart boil even more. Leffenhardt raised his hand.

“This guy like Siris… … .”

He grabbed Terik’s fallen hair and lifted him up. Terik screamed as his hair fell out, but he didn’t care. Reppenhardt looked down at Terrik’s hands. His eyes turned red.

“I defiled Siris with these hands… … .”

At that moment, Terrik’s hands were separated from his body, sprinkling blood. Reppenhardt cut it off with his hand blade. A scream erupted.

“Aaaah!”

With bloodshot eyes, Terik screamed and screamed. The ample flesh trembles with pain. But Leffenhardt did not stop.

“You kicked Siris with this leg, right?”

Both legs are cut off. Terik cried, coughing up blood.

“Ahhhh… … .”

Terrik’s fat body with its limbs cut off looked like a pig. His penis was hanging limp between his crotches in fear.

“I don’t even want to tell you what I did with that dirty thing.”

Leffenhardt snapped his fingers. I didn’t even want to touch such dirty things. So he fired a small Auror bullet and blew the whole thing away.

“Aaaahhh!”

Blood, screams, and cries pour out like a fountain, drenching the bedding and ceiling. Terik muttered in a dying voice.

“how… … Siris… … who… … .”

It was unfair. No, he’s been saying since a while ago that he defiled Siris, and he doesn’t even know who Siris is. Well, it’s true that Terik hasn’t even touched Siris at this point. To be honest, he hadn’t even met her yet.

When Reppenhardt realized that fact, he smiled bitterly.

“Now that I think about it, it must be really unfair to you.”

You turned someone into a first-class disabled person and now you’re going to feel unfair about it? Terik was shocked and trembled. Indeed, perhaps because I had always been eating only good things, I was still breathless at the thought of a body full of fat. Reppenhardt smiled coldly and looked down at him.

“Now you understand the feelings of those who died unjustly, right?”

“Ahhhh… … .”

The light disappeared from Terik’s eyes. It took my breath away. Beret, who was standing nearby, muttered in horror.

“Lord, did you kill him? I killed someone! “You murderer!”

Beret cried out in panic. The guy who killed the young elf girl was now talking about murder. Reppenhardt shook his head.

“That’s funny. “Are you saying you’re not a murderer?”

“I have looked up to the sky and lived without any shame!”

Beret proudly shouted as if asking what nonsense was being said. Repenhardt laughed at that sight.

“Well, I guess it’s true that I lived without shame.”

Seeing him naked, shaking his genitals and shouting things like that, it seems like he doesn’t have the slightest sense of shame. At that time, the door opened and Siris and Silan came inside. When Siris looked at Terik’s corpse, which had been dismembered from her body, she muttered with a shocked expression on her face.

“Now, that’s cruel.”

To Reppenhardt, Terik is the enemy of enemies, but to Siris, he is nothing more than a stranger. He could be seen as cruel. Repenhardt responded.

“He is not worthy of dying like this.”

Cilan shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, I completely agree with you on that point.”

Even after seeing the devastation, Silan did not look very shaken. He is quite accustomed to cruel scenes. Leffenhardt asked.

“What about Talcata?”

“Ah, Siris did it. It’s so strong, isn’t it? “There was no time for me to intervene.”

Siris shook her head, expressing humility.

“He was strong. “If Silan hadn’t used the healing technique, I wouldn’t have been able to stand like this.”

As I expanded my senses, I felt the presence of Talcata lying down in the hallway. Judging by the fact that he was breathing lightly, he didn’t seem to be dead. Siris also seemed to be quite hurt as her clothes were torn here and there. Thanks to her Silan’s complete recovery, she was now only showing her white skin through her clothes.

Still, beating a seasoned orc gladiator one-on-one? Leffenhardt was slightly surprised.

‘Siris is quite strong at this time, isn’t he?’

Somehow, I think I’m stronger now than when I first met in my past life. Well, at that time, I was abused only as a sex plaything for 10 years, so my skills may have regressed.

Beret recognized Siris and screamed.

“You were that slayer back then!”

Siris was looking at the cold corpse of a young elf thrown in the corner of the room. Another child is dying next to her, and Cilan is already running over to use her healing spell.

Sirisga asked, glaring at the ‘one-time master’.

“Are you the one who killed that child?”

If Beret had known how to read the atmosphere even a little, he would have put it off to the dead Terik. But he had never in his life felt the need to lie to an elf slave or anything like that. So he answered without thinking.

“Well, why is that?”

Since you have no sense of guilt, you cannot even think about lying. Siris drew his sword. The moment she saw her dead child, her childhood memories came back. The village of a dying clan, the children of a dying clan.

“It would be too cheap a life to soothe that child’s soul… … .”

Beret’s terrified face was reflected above the terrifying blade.

“But this is the bare minimum.”

Beret, who only then understood the situation, glared at Reppenhardt. He thought that this situation had been brought about by Leffenhardt. Because there is no way for an elf to have will.

“what? Are you saying you’re going to kill me just for killing an elf slave? What kind of nonsense… … “Wow!”

A sharp blade pierced Beret’s shoulder.

“Ahh! Argh! Argh!”

sick. It hurts so much. It hurts so much that I cry.

“No, I just killed some elves. Are you saying you killed people? “What is that?”

It was like he really didn’t understand why he was doing this to himself. Siris swung her sword again. Her right arm is cut in half and her blood splatters. She screamed again and Beret began to beg.

“Save me… … Please save me… … .”

Even after coming this far, Beret was only looking at Reppenhardt. Repenhardt could not bear it any longer and opened his mouth.

“Even though your sins are piled up like this, are you crying out for help? “Did you think you wouldn’t be punished for doing something like that?”

Like Talos, the god of death and misfortune who judges humanity’s sins, Reppenhardt looked down upon him proudly. Those eyes were so cold that Beret knew he couldn’t survive here.

I was struck by evil for a moment. he shouted bitterly.

“And what about you? What right do you have to condemn me!”

Leffenhardt chuckled. If you think about it, he would be in the top five in the murderer rankings of all time. Even if a killer gathers as a unit, they cannot match even half of the number he kills. So compared to Beret, who only killed a few elves, he may be an even more evil person.

Yes, I admit it. so?

“Qualification for condemnation?”

Leppenhardt twisted his lips into a bizarre smile.

“They say you have to be tidy on a regular basis to be qualified to clean up trash?”

Beret’s face turned pale. Reppenhardt declared like a god passing judgment.

“What qualifications does it take to get rid of trash like you?”

At the same time, Siris stretched out her arms. The cool blade of the long sword sank deep into Beret’s heart.

“Gagging! Buy, save… … .”

Beret’s lifeless body fell over the corpse of the dead young elf. Siris kicked Beret before falling. She whispered softly.

“Even after death… … I can’t let someone like you touch that child… … .”

5

The forest behind the Rolfein Mansion was covered with snow. The sky was cloudless, so the moon was quite bright. The moonlight reflected off the snow and illuminated all directions, so it wasn’t that dark even though it was deep in the forest at night.

A group of shadows appeared there. They were made up of elves and orcs. In front of the group stood the orc gladiator Talcata. He had been deeply wounded by Siris, but had now been healed by Silan’s healing arts. Talcata pointed to them and said.

“These are all.”

Siris bowed lightly and expressed gratitude.

“Thank you, Talcata.”

“No thank you. The Talcata sword was broken. “Now your master is my master.”

Talcata waved his hand, saying there was no need to be thankful.

The elf girl in front of him was a strong person who defeated him. And Reppenhardt was the owner of Siris. Since Terik, who was supposed to serve, was killed by Reppenhardt and himself defeated by the slave, Talcata naturally recognized Reppenhardt as his new master. Is this the result of a strange mixture of the instincts of an orc warrior and the brainwashing training of a slave?

Anyway, I seemed to like this situation. To be honest, Terik was definitely not a master worth serving.

“Seventeen female elves, nine male orcs. “These are all the slaves of the mansion.”

Talcata continued, pointing to the slaves. This is a fairly skewed gender ratio. Originally, elf men and orc women were products with little demand. So, they were usually raised in slave farms only for the purpose of sowing seeds or raising young, and it was rare to see them used as slaves. Still, they walk on two feet, talk, and have reason and emotions, but humans treat them like stallions or hens.

“Talcata, I did as ordered.”

Reppenhardt ordered Talcata to take all the slaves out of the mansion. So he went around the mansion and brought all the slaves to this place.

Originally, it was common for humans to fight among themselves and steal each other’s property. The mansion was already in chaos and most of the guards had fallen, so even the slaves expected that their masters would change. So everyone obediently followed Talcata’s orders.

Cilan looked at the gathered slaves and muttered.

“What on earth is Mr. Leffen doing?”

Reppenhardt, who had escaped from the mansion with Silan and Siris, told them to join Talcata here and then went back into the mansion. So they both just stood there waiting for him to come back.

Talcata asked Silan.

“It’s cold here. Do you light a fire?”

“Oh, please.”

Only then did Cilan realize that the others were cold, and he answered with a sigh. Talcata used an orc slave to light a bonfire. The slaves approached the campfire and began to bask in the warmth. The elf women gathered around the fire, and the orc men who valued women naturally surrounded the outside. Inside, a young elf girl was crying quietly in her woman’s arms. She was the child who was raped by Beret.

“Mamia, Chalar del Elia Santiana… … .”

She was sobbing in Elvish, saying her stomach hurt. Even though her body would have already been completely healed by Cilan’s healing arts, the young girl still felt pain. The violence inflicted on that child was that severe. That girl’s mind was still wandering in that hell.

“ha… … .”

Sighing, Cilan placed his finger on the girl’s forehead. With a simple prayer, the child fell asleep peacefully. After the elf woman expressed her gratitude, she held the child tightly in her arms. She said and she started gently stroking her hair.

“El Rai Sandela Seian, Eldia di Slaney… … .”

A woman sings a lullaby in a low voice. It was a song written in the Elvish language that was not forgotten even after hundreds of years of slavery. Great culture and history disappeared, but this lullaby remained, passed down by word of mouth.

“Sharon de Eldia… … .”

A low humming rings in my ears. Cilan had a complicated expression. It was the first time he heard a song in Elvish.

That lullaby was not simply a human song sung in elven language. It belonged to a vocal range that could never be sung by a human, but only by an elf voice. However, it was not an instinctive song like birds chirping. It was proper music with lyrics and rhythm.

‘That means that song is a product of elves only… … .’

Music is a product of high-level thinking enjoyed only by those who think rationally with emotions. If elves were truly a race born as slaves, they would not have a culture like that.

Cilan inadvertently looked back at Siris. She was wary of her surroundings with a cold face. His eyes were full of determination to protect them at all costs in case the remaining troops of the mansion appeared. The same was true for Talcata. She holds a sword with strong pride in her beaky eyes.

They had never received any such orders. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I had no choice but to admit it. That was their own will.

-Have you ever really talked to them? Have you ever once questioned the fact that they are slaves?

Reppenhardt’s words kept ringing in my head.

‘I… … ‘Am I thinking wrong?’