273. Robbery (2)
#273
“What the fuck is this?”
Ronan’s eyes widened as if they were about to pop out. An indescribable tragedy unfolded. The neat house had turned into a mess as if a typhoon had swept through it.
Headless corpses were lying all over the house. They were all bodyguards dispatched by the emperor.
The blood stains scattered randomly throughout the house were solidifying into a sticky substance. The furniture that Iril and Schlieffen had chosen one by one was in disarray.
What was most noticeable were the scars that covered the floor walls and ceiling. The rough yet sharp traces were reminiscent of a scene where two giant animals had run amok.
“This…what the hell….”
It felt like my eyes were spinning. It felt like a rock was pressed against his chest and he couldn’t breathe properly. I thought it was a nightmare so I clenched my fist hard enough to make it bleed but there was no change in the scenery I was looking at.
Ronan was trying to regain his composure as much as possible by washing his face. Suddenly his eyes landed on a corner of the house. The fabric which I had seen many times before was torn and lying around.
“no.”
Ronan muttered without realizing it. The pure white hem had clearly come off from the dress that my sister liked to wear. It was something he had bought for himself from his clothing store the day before he was admitted to Phileon when he invited him to the institution.
“no. no.”
It was nice to see Iril’s face smiling brightly saying that he would wear it for the rest of his life. Ronan’s mind turned completely white. Slosh. The daffodil fell from his hand and fell into a pool of blood.
“Sister!!”
Ronan who was out of breath shouted and ran. In less than a minute he searched every room in the house. However even when looking into the underground shelter Iril was nowhere to be seen.
“This is…!”
Instead he discovered something else. It was so small that it took time to find. The sparkling mana the symbol of Nebula Clage was minutely smeared throughout the house.
The moment he saw the mana that seemed to flicker like dust something broke in Ronan’s mind. Gooooo…. An intense murderous energy began to boil over his shoulders.
“Nebula…Clage.”
In his two lives he had never felt such a strong desire to kill. Ronan grabbed the hilt of his sword. As expected it was their fault that my sister disappeared.
Was he kidnapped? He doesn’t want to imagine it but could he have already been murdered? The anger rising above the swamp of despair was clouding my thoughts.
The limbs of all prisoners will be cut off. His eyes and fingernails will be pulled out and sent to his bereaved family. Among them there will be at least one person who will spit about his sister’s whereabouts.
If you want to see hell you have no choice but to do so. Ronan having made that promise was walking towards the front door with great strides. Something about him tugged at his collar from behind.
“Pyeol.”
“…Sita.”
Ronan stopped in place. Sita who had put her head through his window was biting the hem of his clothes. Big red eyes were staring intently at me.
“Bwaaaa….”
Although we couldn’t speak I felt like I knew what Sita was saying. My companion who has been with me for three years was asking with his eyes what you should do now.
‘You bastard.’
Ronan twisted his lips. If you think about it it must have been the same for Sita as well.
After coming to Phileon Sita spent more time with Iril than with herself. He received so much love that he followed his mother almost like a mother.
“Damn….”
The back of her nose was sore. She was suddenly struck with an unbearable sense of shame. Even a mute animal knows how to control its emotions.
Ronan’s vision which had been blurred by anger returned to its original state. He wiped away the tears he had shed without realizing it and nodded.
“okay. “You’re right.”
“Pyeol-ah!”
Sita laughed. Ronan admits she was overly excited. She almost made a stupid mistake.
“…Let’s calm down.”
Ronan took a deep breath. As Sita advised it was too early for her to despair. Nothing has been revealed yet except that there are traces of the fight with Nebula Clazier and that her sister has disappeared.
‘There’s no body so there’s a good chance they didn’t kill him. ‘Is the purpose of taking hostages?’
First I had to find out Iril’s whereabouts by following each clue one by one. Pan-India if possible. He was quietly moaning with his eyes closed. Suddenly the existence of a tool crossed his mind.
“Hyeolgyechim.”
Ronan muttered. A precious magic tool that points to the owner of the blood on the needle. It was an item used when chasing Barca Turgen in the north.
If Adeshan used the blood needle he had he could trace his sister. Of course assuming that there is Iril’s blood at the scene and that she is still alive.
Once I decided on what to do there was no time to worry. Ronan first took out a magic tool for communication. Not long after infusing mana into his shell Ade Shan’s voice was heard.
“Oh Ronan? what’s the matter?”
“Adeshan. My sister went missing. “I think I was kidnapped by Nebula Clazier.”
“what?! “Suddenly it…”
“I’m sorry I’m busy but please send some reinforcements. Don’t tell that Schlieffen bastard. Even if you fight a dragon he’ll come running to you.”
After saying this Ronan cut off communication. I’m sorry to Adeshan but there was no time to explain even the smallest details. Ronan placed his hand on Sita’s head.
“Sita. “Let me do you a favor.”
“Pyeol?”
“Sort the blood of the people here. “Don’t leave anyone out.”
Ronan extended his finger and pointed at the corpses strewn about the room. Sita nodded her head willingly.
Paaaa…! Red eyes shone brightly. Blood traces scattered throughout the scene began to rise in the form of drops. Ronan said in a voice filled with concern.
“good. “Be careful not to get mixed up.”
“Van Bat.”
Sita hummed her nose as if to tell him not to worry. Red eyes sparkled once again. The tangled blood began to separate into dozens of branches.
“…You’re good.”
Ronan let out a small sigh. I wondered when my skills had improved so much. Although there were at least dozens of people Sita did the separation work with precision. Soon all traces of blood disappeared and twenty-four spheres floated above the living room.
The spheres made of blood were of different sizes. Ronan took a deep breath and began examining the spheres one by one. I pray for my sister’s blood. But hopefully not too many. About five minutes had passed.
“shit.”
Ronan frowned. Iril’s blood was not visible. If he existed he would be able to detect it through the characteristics of mana and it was the same no matter how many times he looked at it. He asked Sita.
“…there’s nothing like that right?”
“Bwauuung….”
Sita lowered her head and moaned. If it was Sita who was helping his older sister there was no way he would not have noticed it. First of all the first operation was a failure. Ronan who had been muttering to himself let out a curse.
“No fuck. “But it’s still too early to give up.”
“Bwaaaat!”
Sita flapped his wings as if in agreement. The screams of passers-by rang out along with the sound of the strong wind but there was no time to pay attention to them. Ronan opened his eyes again and began to observe the sphere of blood.
‘One of these is the criminal’s blood.’
It would have been even more strange if we had fought so hard and not even shed blood. If the intruder had cut down the guards with an overwhelming margin it would have been a scar that would never remain. Another few minutes passed.
“uh?”
Ronan raised his eyebrows. There was one more sphere that I couldn’t see because it was too small. He winked and Sita raised the sphere to Ronan’s eye level.
“This…is definitely….”
Ronan instinctively realized that this was the blood on the kitchen knife. The thumbnail-sized drop of blood was shining in a slightly different color than the other spheres.
‘Where have I seen this before?’
Ronan’s eyes narrowed. She was too excited to notice it earlier but she felt something familiar. He was in the middle of putting his face to it.
“no way…!”
For a moment goosebumps appeared all over his body. Memories of his past surfaced. The blood glistening before his eyes had clearly been seen in the savior’s memories.
The blood which was not completely red but slightly purple contained sparkling mana. Ronan barely able to catch his breath opened his mouth.
“Abel.”
It was the blood of Abel the cult leader that he had been searching for so long. Ronan was fiddling with his neck without realizing it. Even though it happened in the world of imagination the sensation of his throat being cut by his sword still remained vivid.
‘This crazy bastard came directly? To kidnap your sister?’
Now that I think about it the knife marks covering the interior looked familiar. It was Abel’s sword mark with malice evident in every stroke. Suddenly a question raised her head.
“Then who did that?”
Ronan’s gaze was focused on the sword marks of the person who fought against Abel. Even from his picky point of view his sword skills were amazing.
Abel. So like the Savior’s sword technique the design was not perfect. But the anomalous and sharp were never defeated by Abel’s sword.
I feel sorry for the emperor but there was no great person among the guards who could use this kind of sword technique. If that’s the case then it means that a third person broke in. This made my head hurt again. Who the hell is this? How can you not shed a single drop of blood against Abel?
“Bwaaaa!”
“ok?”
It was a moment when Ronan was thinking about various things. Suddenly Sita started crying as if asking me to look over there. Sita craned her head and stared into Iril’s room where her door was open.
“what’s the matter? “I searched there earlier.”
“Bwahaak!”
Ronan shrugged his shoulders. But Sita bit his sleeve and expressed her intention to go to Iril’s room. It was an incomprehensible action but Ronan did it anyway.
“…Shit.”
Ronan gritted his teeth as he entered the room. The cleaned room smelled like Iril’s hair. His nose got cold again but Ronan tried to shake off his sadness. He was looking around the room.
“hmm?”
Suddenly an unnatural trace was captured in his vision. There were only crumbs on the floor in front of the bed. It felt as if I was lying down on the spot because it was shining so subtly.
‘if.’
Ronan pushed the bed just in case. Then a small box appeared. The surface carved from stone was engraved with many unrecognizable characters.
“This is…”
The atmosphere was strange and in many ways did not suit Iril. Click. Ronan picked up the box and tightened his fingers and the box opened without much resistance. His eyes widened when he saw what was inside.
“…blood needle?”
Inside the box there was a mechanical device resembling a compass. It was a blood gauge that traced blood. It was much more luxurious than the one used to chase Barca but the fundamental design was the same.
However what really surprised Ronan was not the existence of the blood acupuncture needle. On the inside of the box was written an inscription in the official language. Ronan read it slowly with his eyes.
[My son. Celebrating Ronan’s coming-of-age ceremony.]
-Cain.
Although it was a little blurred it was still recognizable enough. It felt like I had been hit on the head with a hammer. This is what your father left behind?
The red needle of the blood gauge was pointing north where the Sea of Ghosts was. Adult ceremony. My sister’s assurance that she has prepared a special gift. The pieces of information floating around in my head were coming together one by one.
He was about to say something to Sita. Quaaaang! Suddenly the front door burst open and a man rushed in. The face of the man in her dark blue uniform was so white that he looked as if he would faint at any moment. Ronan opened his mouth as her eyes met his.
“Are you here? Schlieffen.”
