Episode 165 Crime and Punishment (4)
Dark red sky. A flock of crows spinning round and round. A neck hung high on a pole.
Dolores half-opened her mouth at the terrible sight in front of her.
‘Where the hell is this place?’
As far as she knows, no other battleground or conflict zone in the world is this harsh and barren.
Moreover, the neck hanging over there…
‘Who is it?’
Dolores narrowed her eyes and focused.
Perhaps that neck belonged to someone very closely related to the ‘Night Hound’.
So Dolores decided to take a closer look at the face of the one who had been decapitated.
It might be helpful in guessing the identity of the Night Hound.
but.
Caw-
A crow lands and begins to peck at the severed head.
Caw- Caw- Caw- Caw-
After that, countless crows landed and choked.
Dolores swallowed a sigh at the sight of her neck through the black feathers.
From the shape of his neck, it was impossible to guess his face before he was alive.
It was already severely decayed, and after being eaten by countless crows, only skeletons remained.
‘Is this the shameful memory of the night hound?’
Dolores turned her head slightly to look at the night hound beside her.
“…”
He stood still, motionless.
Since he was wearing a mask, there was no way to know whether he was making an embarrassing expression or not.
but.
“It reminds me of the old days.”
The short words he vomited out were still dry, and the only emotion contained in them was remorse like sweltering ashes.
< Name: ......Le ...... ......Kerville < Crime Name: ........ >
The room, which is almost completely torn, flutters sadly.
Dolores was eventually unable to obtain any information regarding his identity from the memories of the Night Hound.
I just became more and more curious about what kind of mess he had been through so far, and I felt more sorry for him.
‘…… What kind of life has this person lived? How much weight do I have to carry alone?’
As in the past when treating patients with plague, the calmness of the night hounds aroused more and more nostalgic feelings in her.
It must be more than just a motherly love derived from the sympathy she has for her neighbors in need and the saintess’s unique benevolence.
Meanwhile, Bikir was looking at the old scenery after a long time.
hometown (hometown).
The old world that was abandoned.
I miss it a little bit, but I absolutely hate going back.
The owner who threw himself out even though he served as a world line hound who was executed after being falsely accused of being a traitor.
‘I’ve already done that revenge, so I don’t have any regrets anymore.’
Hugo Baskerville, the main culprit who cut off his own head and hung it on a pole, but it turned out that behind it was Andromalius disguised as Set Baskerville.
Since he was eliminated and all those involved in the family were found and executed, the fundamental revenge is already over.
Of course, revenge on Hugo Baskerville remained, but that was for later.
Jeouk-
Bikir simply raised his sword and cut the landscape in front of him with a calm attitude.
A red-hot slash flew and shattered his neck, and also chased away the flock of crows that roamed around.
Black feathers flutter.
It
‘s
a badkkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakka
crada
to go round and round
and
disappeared
over
the
sky
.
The world soon split north and north like pieces of food and disappeared.
Before long, Dantalian’s growl was heard from beyond the black mist.
[What is it? What are you? Why is the scenery of my hometown in your memory?]
His voice was full of confusion and bewilderment.
Vikir did not answer Dantalian’s question.
[……okay. It doesn’t matter if you don’t answer. I can see it myself.]
Dantalian opened the next sack.
The sack, which fluttered as if it were alive, pulled out the next thing from its mouth.
It searches through Bikir’s memory to find the scariest thing.
Tsutsutsutsutsutsu…
Soon after, an old man walked out through the night fog.
Vikir recognized his true identity at a glance.
‘Hugo! Hugo Les Baskervilles!’
white-haired old man. His face was covered with age spots, wrinkles, countless burn marks and scars.
“Who is that?”
Dolores did not recognize Hugo at all.
Of course, she was acquainted with Hugo.
Even within Quo Vadis, she had a high status, and she often exchanged good wishes with the iron-blooded swordsman Hugo, the head of Baskerville, at every major event in the empire.
However, the last Hugo that existed in Vikir’s memory was completely different from the current Hugo.
The war, which lasted for a long time, completely changed a person’s appearance.
Although he seemed stubborn, Hugo’s face, which seemed solemn and dignified, aged rapidly in the first few years of the war.
Not only the wrinkles and age spots, but also the person’s face itself became more ferocious and grim.
Moreover, numerous knife marks and makeup marks on the face were changing the old man Hugo into a more bloody impression.
Normally, hunting dogs would be normal if they could not even move in the dignity of the ‘owner’ deeply imprinted in their bones.
But for some reason, Vikir wasn’t so afraid of Hugo in front of him.
‘Is it because I saw him smiling like an idiot holding a Pomerian…’
Didn’t Hugo even shave his mustache recently to match the Pomerian’s taste?
When the owner loses his dignity, the hound will not listen.
Therefore, Bikir was also able to abandon his instinctive fear of Hugo to some extent.
Furthermore, Dantalian has not yet accumulated enough mana to perfectly reproduce even the power of the person in his memory.
Jeouk-
Bikir raised the aura of the demonic sword Baalzebub to its limit and sprinted forward.
Seven teeth bite Hugo.
Yes, this time the hound bites the owner.
‘It’s not too far from now.’
Vikir promised to bite Hugo in real life someday, and tore the whole body of the fake Hugo in front of his eyes.
Seeing the illusion shattered, Dolores asked Vikir cautiously.
“Um… if you’re not rude, may I ask who the old man was?”
“father.”
“……ah.”
Dolores kept her mouth shut.
She had seen her father in the sack of terror.
And the night hound also saw his father in the sack of terror.
Dolores saw herself in the night hound.
Is the night hound also seeing himself in her?
Dolores thought to herself, ‘…I hope so’. If only it could be a little bit of comfort to him.
Just like he was comforted by the hounds of the night.
Meanwhile.
[Ah Ah Aak!]
When Vickir kills Hugo, the tricks poured back to Dantalian.
[Ouch! How can you overcome shame and fear so easily! These unhuman things!]
Dantalian shouted in a voice mixed with blood.
[but! No matter how emotionally dry you are, this time will not be as easy! Hohohoho!]
The last sack started moving.
‘love’. The most primitive element that moves humans.
Emotions that are indispensable for people and people to live.
This time, it was the turn of the ‘Bikir’s favorite thing’ to come out of the sack.
“…”
Dolores felt somewhat tense.
It’s really immature and pitiful to feel this kind of feeling while fighting against a Demon King-level demon.
‘……Still, I’m curious!’
Dolores kept alert and alert, even though she blamed herself for losing one eye.
I was thinking of keeping a close eye on whatever came out.
Whether it was to prepare for the fight against the devil or because of curiosity about the night hound’s past, she herself was vague.
yet.
Tsutsutsutsutsu……
The sack that Dantalian had left as the last bastion was wide open.
[Ho-ho-ho-ho! A guy like you is bound to collapse miserably in front of love! Even if you are a wooden being, you can’t help but lose your composure and panic in front of the face of the one you love! It’s not for nothing that romance sells well regardless of the era! Love transcends all things… Huh!?]
However, Dantalian’s powerful voice did not last long.
“……!”
Even Dolores felt the same way as Dantalian at the moment.
Fluttering –
The sack of love was wide open in front of her with her eyes wide open.
‘The face that the night hound loved’ was revealed through the thick night fog.
