Chapter 193

Chapter 193

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When setting a trap you must always be careful. Because, a truly smart person ssaw the trap and sets a trap in reverse.

So, when setting a trap you must know that you yourself can become a target too.

Though not a surprising fact, Dunkel wasn't alone. Leaving all that resentment and old affection behind now what was left was only settling the score.

Dark night, near a certain village in Esk, silence flowed under the subtle moonlight. Will you run away, or will you fight. Rickart tried to read his mind looking at Dunkel's eyes.

However presently as Dunkel took out something from his bosom and threw it on the floor, black smoke soared up and his eyes could no longer be seen.

Instantly the presence also disappeared. Facing Rickart one-on-one there was no chance of winning, but since he too was once a Guild Head he wasn't an ordinary fellow either.

Kalla who felt some signs shouted.

"Scatter!"

At the same time something fell pouring down rustling towards the Benzinen people from the sky ahead. Because it was night nothing could be seen, and they merely flashed reflecting the moonlight intermittently.

The people who scattered hurriedly were mostly unhurt but a few had hidden weapons embedded in their bodies. Still they didn't scream or anything, and enemies revealing their appearances from the darkness initiated attacks.

Their weapons were mostly daggers or short swords, and claws. So the aspect of the fight was exactly like wildcats fighting. If showing a gap even just once the method was just rushing completely whoosh and finishing them.

There was no enemy pouncing at Rickart. Thoroughly leaving Rickart alone, they tried to handle the other people. If Rickart approached quickly, they just avoided with their bodies.

Thus Rickart ended up becoming like a dog chasing chickens, and how he should settle what became turbid.

The Benzinen people for now ran towards the village side. It was hard to gauge how many the enemies' number even was.

Rickart wavered for a moment. Should he find and chase Dunkel? Or should he continue fighting like this? What was the enemy's intention, what were they aiming for, and how should I act?

The enemies he had fought until now mostly played within the palm of Rickart's hand. However an existence deviating from the realm of human understanding, its intention was completely hard to guess.

Right then Roy who was running to the village carrying Belynn collapsed with a thud. Whether he fell tripping on a stone, or what went wrong.

Rickart snapped to his senses. Target and operation and all aside, what was important in life? Aren't you supposed to protect the people you must protect?

You can fail anytime. However challenging it again was that's it. Merely, there were things in the world you couldn't regain once lost.

Rickart's heart sinking he ran to Roy. Around that time as Roy got his body up again, enemies rushed at Roy. Not intending to kill, but seemingly intending to take him. Was it what they aimed for from the beginning?

Rickart's brain spun faster than light. Rapid-calculating all variables in an instant, what he could did and what was possible and impossible were divided. Thereupon one constant was drawn. Late.

A sense of self-reproach struck his chest. However right then, something jet-black darker than darkness swept past the enemies trying to pounce on Roy.

The enemies who weren't seen in the field of vision for a moment then seen again, all had their heads turned backward. They collapsed limply with a thud, thud.

And that darkness didn't stop. Exactly like a fast-moving snake sliding on the ground, it swept past enemies in an instant. Every time it did enemies had their necks snapped and died.

It was a truly unrealistic, and unbelievable sight even seeing it with eyes. What was, that?

That something deeper than darkness reached the rooftop of a house on the outskirts of the village. The jet-black thing sitting curled up, stood up smoothly swish and revealed its appearance under the moonlight. It was a person who covered his entire body except his head with a pitch-black cloak.

Not only Rickart but the Benzinen people too stared blankly up at the unidentified existence, exactly as if dreaming a nightmare not as unpleasant as thought.

He was an old man of very clean impression, and white hair was slicked back cleanly without a single stray hair applying oil. The darkness deeper than darkness was none other than Lehman. Lehman von Bahnstein.

Pale skin exactly like a sick person and bright red pupils, he looked back at Rickart and said. Although the distance was quite far apart it was heard clearly exactly like speaking right next to him.

"It has been a long time, King of all Murderers."

"......"

The letter seemed to have been properly delivered indeed. Although such a dramatic entrance wasn't expected.

"Without special measures I cannot roam around during the day. Let us hurry. An unpleasant smell vibrates up to here."

Lehman smoothly slid down from the rooftop again and quickly rushed somewhere. Rickart looked back at Roy. Belynn was in the middle of waking up, and Roy holding the girl in his embrace was looking at Rickart.

"I'll be back."

Rickart ran following Lehman, and instantly became far from the people. It seemed exactly like the realm of those transcending humans from now on.

Lehman didn't seem to run with two legs, and seemed to fly floating slightly in the air. Even Rickart was having a hard time following him, but he didn't seem to care much whether Rickart followed or not.

But the place Lehman was heading was somehow familiar. Rickart intuitively noticed that he was going to Benzinen village. Exactly, it was that peak where sunlight shatters.

Lehman rapidly rode up the gentle mountain path, then following the ridge instantly reached that peak and stopped.

Rickart being slightly out of breath, as he went and stood next to Lehman a shallow clearing below the peak entered his eyes. There Dunkel was. And another existence too.

Just like saying it's dark under the lamp (right under one's nose), to think they were hiding in a place this close.

"Papa......"

Dunkel looked up at him embraced in someone's bosom. The somewhat surprising point was that someone was a boy of Roy's age. Of course only outwardly so and inside he was a twisted vampire devil.

"Shh......"

Papa stroked Dunkel's head very softly exactly like putting a baby to sleep. As Dunkel's eyes seemed to slide closed, the hand stroking the head came down slowly and grabbed the neck. And slowly gave strength.

"U-euk. Euk......"

"It is okay, it's okay......"

The hand choking the neck gave even more strength, and Dunkel felt suffocated and frustrated but Papa soothed him saying it's okay. However he didn't stop choking his neck.

"Kk-euk. Kkeu-euk......"

Papa truly choked his neck slowly. Even possessing the strength to twist his neck in an instant, or able to kill him choking his neck faster, he made him reach death very slowly.

Dunkel at a certain moment trembled his eyelids quivering and his movements stopped. The body where strength had entered also drooped limply. He died insignificantly like that.

Papa relished that death for a long time, then without looking back at Rickart and Lehman said. His voice was a very beautiful voice (miseong).

"I got to know Dunkel when he was 6 years old. He had no father from the start. A kid without a father, isn't it common? So I became his father for him. That is all."

What he was talking about couldn't be understood at all. But why kill him? And what was all that revenge up to now? The mental world couldn't be understood.

"What kind of sound is that? Do you Lehman understand?"

"Possessing both life and death, that is. Put effort in and fatten them up for a long time to eat them appetizingly, if comparing it closely at least it's like that."

To forcibly understand something completely incomprehensible, Papa seemed to consider that Dunkel keeping the secret up to the end was true love.

And the reward for that love being the bond through death or something like that.

"......"

Anyway it couldn't be understood. However on the one hand, such a demonic taste was also one of the dark aspects of humans. Or derived from there.

"I did not force anything even once. I haven't done strange magic either. I gave what they needed, so I just take what I want too. Is this so wrong? Ricky. Actually don't you understand it best?"

Papa laid the dead Dunkel down gently and getting up from his seat looked up at Rickart.

"I don't want to mix words with you."

"Humans' forgetting is truly a blessing. Since they can start anew anytime. However we are not, isn't that so? Brother."

Papa looked at Lehman and asked. Lehman merely answered calmly.

"A bastard without roots like you is not my brother."

Vampires valued bloodlines very much, and while Lehman's genealogy was clear Papa was a so-called dog bone rolled from who knows where origin.

"Hmph, roots. We all have deficiencies. Me too, you too, and you too. Being able to mutually fill that deficiency is a truly fortunate thing, and a happy thing. Isn't it so?"

Whether doing it intentionally or not couldn't be known, but Papa continued to ask isn't it so.

Rickart thought quietly, then just went down to the shallow clearing slowly. A flame burning up the darkness bloomed on the blade, and flames blazed in his pupils too.

"Now I understand. Cleverly twisting right words seems to be the characteristic of devils."

"Correct answer."

Simultaneously as the words correct answer fell from Papa's mouth, Rickart rushed terrifyingly.

An attack unable to be blocked by anything whatsoever fell on Papa's crown. However if he couldn't block it he just had to avoid it.

Rickart's sword cut the empty air, and Papa exactly like having teleported had reached the end of the peak where moonlight drops and shatters.

He spread his hands leisurely toward the moon exactly like bathing in moonlight.

Rickart was slightly annoyed watching that sight. This time Lehman chased him.

Crossing the space where moonlight shattered brilliantly exactly like black ink, this time too Papa vanished without a trace. He had no intention of fighting in the first place.

However since Rickart and Lehman were both ones with monster-like reflexes, they chased him tenaciously. Thereupon it seemed exactly like dancing with a devil under the moonlight.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Papa seemingly considering it like playing tag or something, chuckled loudly seemingly having fun while avoiding this way and that.

Rickart considered instinctively that he shouldn't chase with senses. He judged he had to go first to the place he would appear, and his extraordinary brain integrated his every movement, way of speaking, personality, everything to draw one conclusion.

Whether Lehman knew that or didn't know it, instantly exchanging glances with Rickart he struck in to the left. Rickart waiting below, went straight up.

The place wasn't that wide but still the places a person could stand were boundlessly numerous, yet Rickart reached exactly the place Papa disappeared and then appeared again and swung his sword first.

HWING!

The sound of the blade brushing past the wind was heard. Papa's right arm was cut off. Fascinatingly it didn't bleed, and Papa too instantly opening his eyes wide exactly as if not understanding what had happened.

Catching the opportunity in an extremely short moment Rickart extended his hand and grabbed his collar. And then abruptly fed him a headbutt.

PPEO-EOK!

The face of the beautiful boy beautiful to the point of being unrealistic caved in. This time trying to completely finish him by thrusting his sword, Papa tore the collar and ran away even amidst having no state of mind.

He slid along the peak exactly like an arrow and ran away. Rickart instantly having the thought it was such a waste hurriedly chased him.

"If caught you die!"

Not knowing what kind of tag it was on a moonlit night, Papa even possessing a fatal injury laughed loudly what was so fun.

"Hahahahaha! You cannot kill me!"

But right then it was. Coming to look for Rickart even if belatedly the people reached nearby. Whether he heard the sound of Rickart shouting, Roy also shouted back.

"Master!"

Thereupon Papa turned his head sharply towards Roy while fleeing and stared.

Papa felt in Roy the exact opposite of deficiency, fully charged love. The desire to defile that burst out exactly like an active volcano. Ddid a dog quit excrement, he too was a slave of desire.

He stopped running away and ran to the side where the people were. Roy and the people momentarily thought Papa was aiming for Belynn, and tried to protect the girl.

However Papa rushed straight to Roy, and reached out his one remaining hand. With a face caved in by Rickart's headbutt he shouted smiling brightly. He was missing some teeth too.

"Come here!"

However what met him was completely unhesitating axe wielding. Roy's axe blade chopped Papa's chest.

HUUUNG! PEOK!

Because of that Papa stopped very briefly, and Rickart who ran cutting the darkness exactly like a ray of light struck his head in one breath. Then Lehman arrived and disassembled his limbs.

All this happened in an extremely short instant. People couldn't know what was what, and what they could know was merely the revealed result.

But Papa even though only a head was left giggled giggle giggle and said.

"I don't die."

"Really?"

Rickart abruptly lifted his foot and stepped on the head with all his strength. Thereupon a sound like a watermelon breaking was heard and the head was crushed in one shot.

PEO-GEOK!

Blood or brain matter-like things didn't flow from the crushed Papa's head. However he could no longer blabber those unpleasant words.

"Master!"

Roy hugged his Master and King calling him tightly. Rickart kept Roy next to him while kicking the crushed head of Papa with his foot.

"Was that Papa just now?"

"No."

"Then?"

"He's merely trash made from wretched dregs gathering."

Rickart said so.

But Papa's remains just completely vanished under the moonlight. Even if they could vanish for a while, they didn't disappear.

Because as long as humans exist, devils too have no choice but to exist.

The aftertaste was truly dirty. It was a feeling of peeking at something there was no need to purposefully peek at. However only by eventually looking into it could one emerge into the light again.

Thus the devil vanished for a while under the subtle moonlight. A nasty devil called attachment and deficiency.

The terrible revenge starting from the old woman, and Dunkel's revenge ended like this. Even the old affection that had remained lukewarm.

A place where revenge was a virtue seemed to provide a good soil for devils to grow. A sense of revenge was a seed.

Expressing it in other words that seed was hatred, and anger over what was lost.

Since Rickart knew it well, now he understood it too. That I was once a devil without equal. And that no one was able to kill me.

Chapter 39 - Essence of Revenge. The End.