EP.74 The Book of Tyrkanjaka –
The deepest part of the underground arsenal of the Old Testament (first part). The last room where the ugly pieces worship the darkness.
A dreary aura flows and the air freezes as if it were dead. It is so quiet that not even the sound of the wind is heard.
A girl is lying on a luxurious coffin made of incense wood as a bed under pitch-black darkness. The vampire with loose silver hair was looking at me silently, with both hands clasped together, without a sound of breathing.
The vampire, who was lying in the coffin, spoke to me with pure doubt.
“Is this really what it is? Is there no need to reveal your heart?”
“You don’t have to reveal your heart now. Hold this instead.”
I put a card in the vampire’s hand. The vampire who checked the pattern on the heart 1 card laughed happily.
“It must be the heart. Why do you become a talisman?”
“no. say hello It will become the new heart of Tyrkanjaka trainees in the future.”
“Yes?”
The vampire looked at the card again, but couldn’t find anything different about it. I laughed and explained.
“Of course not the real heart. I prepared a similar shape for suggestion. Hold it tightly in both hands and gather it to your chest.”
The vampire obeyed my words without any doubt.
At one time, I wished the world would obey my words. It’s not unusual to have someone like that in front of you.
After all, it’s good to live by just using mind reading.
“Ego. Tyrkanjaka trainee. Close your eyes and exhale comfortably. Relax your body so that the blood flows quietly… I don’t really need to ask you to do this.”
After all, the vampire’s blood flows quietly. You’d better take care of me.
I took a deep breath. The tension I feel after a long time tightens my body. I’m not happy at all, but since I’m a guest myself, I have no choice but to accept it.
I sat on the side closest to the vampire’s head by the bedside of the incense tree coffin. face close up Even in pitch-black darkness, her bright red eyes still glowed red.
Meeting their eyes, I briefly explained.
“Tirkanjaka trainee. You don’t have a beating heart, but you can move your blood. In effect, you don’t need a heart. Retrieving the heart won’t take away your powers. In a way, you are hoping for something useless. Do you still want your heart back?”
“…I hope.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want my heart to go my own way.”
A contradiction in terms. But inside it was the vampire’s core desire.
“Why? Wouldn’t it be nice to have the ability to cut someone off painlessly when they’re resentful? It is an ability that not only ordinary people but also those in power will covet.”
“Are you still trying to test me at this point?”
The vampire said with an angry expression.
“I was once a human too. Even though I left it in the past, even after countless days and nights, those days attract me. That short time like a spark was too long and faded, but in the end, it was that time that made me who I am today. Because my heart didn’t go my way, I could change… and since I died, I couldn’t change no matter how hard I tried.”
“is that so.”
I’ve already read it, but I answered pretending not to know.
The purpose of a vampire is not to move blood. She can already manipulate her blood at will, and if she wishes, she can grind out the original heart and create a heart of the same shape. You can also make your heart beat by simply squeezing your own heart.
Having reached the pinnacle of blood-sculpting, she is no different from the creator as far as her body is concerned…
Because the founder Tyrkanjaka didn’t like that.
I couldn’t make something that wasn’t manipulated with my ability to manipulate, so I had no choice but to keep looking for a way from others.
“great. Received. I will make your wishes come true.”
The wind is by nature passing by, but sometimes there is a stagnant wind like this.
I, who have mind-reading skills, try to open the window of my mind at will, but sometimes I get hit head-on by such a wind.
I got hit this time too.
I closed my eyes and sunk deep into my inner darkness.
A dim candle lights up the darkness.
There is a small candle prepared for the librarian in the shabby library filled with books of the forgotten. A faint candle that could light up a page before your eyes. This is the little light that separates the book from the bookkeeper and makes the librarian a custodian.
raised the candle It is fragile and blurry, as if it will fade at any moment. A delicate flame, as if it would be extinguished by a single gust of wind.
In comparison, the book in front of me is thick and heavy. An encyclopedia would not be so vast. A book that is like a compilation of epic poems even though it is one volume. If you want to read it all with this little candle, you will need dozens more of these….
However, I don’t need a librarian to do what I am about to do.
Looking down, you can only read the words written in the book. That’s why it’s objective…
That’s why I don’t know what I wanted to put on the paper, the faint scent, the pressed marks, and the blank.
So I decided to stop being a librarian for a while.
He blew on the candle.
The hook flame disappears in an instant.
There was darkness in the world.
The day before that even the moon turned its head. There is no light in the world. People who are afraid of the dark hide in their homes, lie in bed, close their eyes, and pray for it to go away with their hands together.
On such a pitch-black night, a woman and a woman are walking down a dark street with a trolley.
Those who walk the night road are one of the two.
Or urgent enough to take on the threat that lurks in the dark.
Or wish that the darkness would cover their sins with their appearance.
These were the latter.
“I’m sorry Tyr. Because you got involved in this…”
I hear my father’s low voice. Then the girl cleared the darkness from her face and smiled brightly.
“are you okay. If you think of it as a night walk, it’s rather good. You know, I like to look up at the night sky.”
However, both the girl and the father knew that the smile was for her father, not for herself. My father pulled the trolley in silence, his face clouded with guilt.
The wooden trolley went smooth and slippery. It was because the wheels were covered with leather and the creaking axle was heavily oiled in case there was a sound.
It was intended to hide even the leaking sound.
How on earth did they commit such a terrible sin that they move so cautiously?
The answer lies in the cart.
Inside, covered with a swaying trolley blanket.
A corpse from last week’s burial lay there.
The body that has lost its life rests in the arms of the Earth Mother.
Therefore, to disturb that rest was considered a very sinister act.
If that’s the case, how much more does it damage the excavated corpse? There is no place for this. Like stoning or burning, only death awaits as an example for everyone.
But there are always people who commit sins.
“Tyr. look This is the way blood flows.”
My father dismembered the body with a knife. In a different and therefore more terrifying and disgusting way than handling meat.
Remove layer by layer from skin to muscle. When the skin tightly wrapped around the body is peeled off, a sticky film follows. The real beginning is to cut the membrane with a knife and tear it apart.
When the fascia-attached bones are forcibly torn off, the intestines filled with dead blood greet them. These are rotten or damaged, so do not touch them carelessly. Carefully cut it out, or push it to one side, gradually entering deeper into the body.
And the exposed heart and veins.
My father said as he lifted the veins with a long stick.
“This is the heart. It is the source of our body and the place where blood is made clean. All blood starts here. When the heart beats, the blood starts and circulates throughout the body. The blood coming out of the heart is on the inside, and the blood going around the body is on the outside. That’s how the body circulates in a big loop.”
It was something I had heard dozens of times, but my father always emphasized it every time he rummaged through a new corpse.
She could have memorized what her father said right away, but the girl merely nodded instead of pointing it out.
“But I still don’t know the intermediate process… It seems that the incoming blood pools in the intestines for a while and then drains out. I need your help, Tyr.”
“all right.”
The girl held out her hand without a hint of displeasure. Then an amazing thing happened.
Red blood began to ooze from the inside.
The blood that was hidden deep in the body in the face of the unprecedented situation of death. The hardened blood wakes up at the girl’s call and moves slowly.
The girl drew blood and asked her father.
“Can I push it this way?”
“request. Thank you as always, Tyr.”
Unlike children of her age who played in the dirt, the girl who used to dig up graves and corpses with her father, a healer, gained a strange power.
The ability to control blood.
At most, it was enough to stop the bleeding from the open wound, but this was what his father had hoped for.
The father, who was reluctant to let his daughter participate in his crimes, did not refuse the girl’s help after that day. It couldn’t be. That’s because her ability was special and it was of great help.
Of course, the girl helped her father without any hint of dislike.
“Is it okay to shed blood like this along this road?”
“okay. If you shove blood, I’ll see if there’s blood in my gut.”
My father, who was a fairly competent therapist, became a progressive therapist one day. It was rumored that he was so brave that people from across the village came to find him.
He quickly became the pride of the village, and the villagers were also proud of him.
“…Your mother died because her lungs were full of blood. To be precise, the passage of blood to get out of there was broken. This shell had a hole in it like a loose hemp cloth…”
When the villagers introduced their father, they would not forget to mention that his skills had improved a lot after losing his wife to an unfortunate disease.
A therapist who awakened after the sad death of his wife who had a chronic disease. What an easy to understand and beautiful story.
“Tyr, if we can find the pathway of injured blood and have the ability to heal it… we can conquer the disease.”
However, the girl who kept watching her father from the nearest place knew.
That the awakening was made over a mountain of corpses.
“We can rid the world of the disease that killed your mother…”
A strange madness and desire were mixed in the father’s eyes as he said that.
Father was a therapist.
It’s nothing to say that he is a member of the legislature. In those days when people lived according to their given work rather than choosing a job according to their occupation, there were bound to be one or two people in a very complex position in the village.
Tyr’s father was such a person. The seventh son of an aristocratic but not very well-to-do family, all he had inherited was a handsome appearance, a refined speech, and a few books worth of knowledge. Living in a harsh world was useful in the exact order described.
After wandering around, he met a woman in a village, fell in love with him, got married, and settled down.
He was also the children’s teacher, a healer, and even offered to negotiate when something happened in the village. It didn’t take long for him to melt into the village.
However, the woman had a long illness. After giving birth, the disease only got worse. Even the knowledge gained from a few books was not enough to save her. The time of sorrow was only approaching, but not far away.
One cold snowy night. The girl’s mother splattered red blood on the white snow. A strong wind overshadowed the father’s anguished cry.
It was from then. What caused my father to touch the corpse.
At first, the father acted behind the girl. However, after her mother, who had been recklessly running the family, passed away, the girl who took over the job naturally noticed her father’s deviation.
Naturally, at first the girl was also afraid of her father. The dissection and dismemberment of a corpse was a sight that even families could not accept.
However, she could not abandon her father, who was the only family member, so the girl patiently stayed by her side. And at some point the girl started helping her father.
Was it because he was still young, or was it because he learned under such a father? It was from then.
Little by little, the girl’s thoughts began to change.
My father was a very good adult, except for the eccentricities of dissecting corpses. He took care of the injured and healed them, and was respected by all.
He touched more corpses than anyone else, but his father never killed anyone. If you saved a patient, you saved it.
Digging up a corpse is a felony. Even if you are branded as a seed of the devil, you have nothing to say.
But if it can save people.
A body that has already died will be eaten by animals or eaten by insects or mold. If the father uses it to save the dying person.
who can blame?
Around that time, the girl was dealing with blood.
And beyond his father’s collaborator, he became an equal colleague.
