Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 224

Episode 224 Him and me that day (5)

Knocking on my door is nothing but a visitor.

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 be nameless 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 an echo, “Bikir!”

There was nothing but these words.

As I closed the door, I heard a loud and distinct knock, all my soul burning inside me.

It’s just the wind, nothing.

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

It was all there was to sit up.

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 crow, “Never.”

I shouted again.

Prophet and wicked one! tell me! Will I be able to meet the noble and radiant one whom God has named Bikir, whether in life or after death!

Said the crow, “Never.”

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 crow, “Never.”

So the crow never flies away and still sits 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. There

will never be

a way for my soul to escape from the shadow that floats on the floor .

– Morgue Camus 『The Raven’s Diary in December』

zhōng- * Quotation from Edgar Allan Poe < The Jackdaw >

* * *

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

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.

The enormous crowd of 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 making, decorating, selling, or enjoying being guests at the festival booths, men and women, arms crossed, or holding hands or about to hold hands.

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 with my classmates crying and laughing, 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 next to it…

“Because ‘that guy’ is good at cooking, he probably would have cooked in the kitchen. Then I would have taken it and served it to the customers… No, he’s good-looking. Would you have been soliciting customers together? I must have had a hard time with a lot of girls clinging to me.

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 love affair 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.

Pung- Pung- Pong- Pong-

At the night market on that night when fireworks and cherry blossoms are scattered. 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.

“…Did he have a younger 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 had been 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 clothes. The hound of night blocked the way. Even this time, it was supposed to be someone else.

are you again

Camus was furious.

The barely caught clues The hopes we barely met are constantly interrupted.

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.

…destroy!

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.

“……Fuha! I almost passed this time 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.

“Your body has become a rag. But it doesn’t matter. If you have time, you can heal as much as you like.”

More importantly, Bikir was alive.

“…Yes. He was alive. That’s why I couldn’t meet him. Like a fool, 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 I checked his mind at the end. He couldn’t kill me after all. Why? Because he has 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 Bikir should kill him or not.

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 wounds from Vikir except for those on the arms and legs.

There were no fatal injuries. Even he 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?”

Nodding –

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, where should I try to live up to my husband’s expectations?”

Camu’s eyes suddenly sank.

I close my eyes and see the abyss 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! Someone save me!]

It was Seere.

As her link with Kamu was cut off by Bikir, she was driven into a corner at the very bottom of the ritual.

With a very small body like a newborn baby.

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

Since most of Seere’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’s… it’s because you broke the 12-hour contract. Thanks to that penalty, I was able to survive even a little bit.]

While fighting Vikir, Kamyu once invaded Seere’s authority.

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

“Hmm~”

Kamyu stroked his chin while standing on the cliff.

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

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

Then. Camus opened his mouth in a cold tone.

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

[…Eh?]

“Ho-ho-ho-there’s a man you really want to meet again? Where is the fool who would risk his life just for that?”

[Uh uh uh uh…]

“If I had a face like this and a body like this, I would never have lived like that. ”

[Hee!]

The things Camus said now were the lines she spoke to Bikir when Seere was 100% in control of her body.

Seere swallowed the wind.

Camus said to Seere in a cold voice.

“Listen up. Don’t judge people by your standards.

[huh! huh! Yeah!]

“Yes. He’s 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 you feel the itch of a mosquito bite for about a second once a day.

Camu. She became the main character of her life again.

A master who has complete control over his body and soul. Red and Black Queen. After Cheukcheon.

“Kneel down.”

In her self-consciousness, her commands are absolute.

Seere wept with her reduced body.

[……Heeing.]

That’s how Seeere handed over all her authority and power to Kamyu.

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. 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.

[What are you going to do now?]

“What. Should I open the gate?”

[Really!? Are you really going to do that?]

“It’s a joke. Am I crazy?”

At Camu’s words, Seere becomes visibly sullen.

Camus smiled brightly.

“The world can’t perish anymore. As long as I know he’s alive and I’m alive.”

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

“I’ll have to take care of my broken body for a while. It’s completely ruined because someone recklessly wrote it.”

[Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that…]

Seere completely shrunk in Kamyu’s gaze.

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 to prepare to become a good bride. I need to start one by one while recovering my body.”

[City bride? Let’s get married?]

“Then what should I do? I went through such hardships and met again, but what if someone takes me away?”

[Do you like him that much?]

When Seere asked as if he was absurd, Kamyu nodded firmly.

“Good. Really, really good.”

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. Where no one has to be unhappy, everyone can be happy.

“I have to go back to Morgue for now. How much do those thunder-naked sisters like Highsis, Middlesis, and Lowsis must love me without me? I need to go and get some discipline back.”

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.

“Hello my mom, visit my uncle… and then again.”

For a moment, her expression darkened.

Morgue Snake.

I had to announce his death to the world.

He had made such a noble and holy sacrifice that a proper funeral was needed.

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

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

Representative (大議員). Kamu had a firm idea in his head that he would succeed his teacher and become the head of the Dark Temple.

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.

An existence 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 in the distance.

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 class.

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.