Chapter 119 – The Blood Witch (4)
Curse.
I knew that the Blood Religion had mastered the great law of Saihan, but I didn’t know that I would put a curse on an apostle-level person. Is it possible to live a sane life with something like that in your body? The human mind tends to be influenced more by the body than one might think. I think that maybe Beatrice’s capriciousness could be because of that.
Of course, that’s it, and there are still many things that haven’t been explained. I also needed to check properly.
“Is it a blood bridge?”
“Then who walked? We can’t be the only ones who know how to do this. Ah, even the demons can do it. There’s no need to do that now.”
“What kind of curse is that?”
Beatrice’s smile deepened. A look of joy was evident on his face.
“Are you interested now?”
“…If it wasn’t for rational interest, it was there from the beginning.”
“I want rational attention.”
As always, it was hard to tell if he was serious or deaf.
“The words keep leaking out.”
“Chi, that’s not funny.”
Sulking her lips, Beatrice sat down on the floor. The straight, parted eyes staring up at me looked like a cat.
“Just as the Demonic Cult has the Heavenly Demon, we have the Blood Heavenly Spirit. It’s the same with the fact that only the teacher can use it. It used to be called ‘curse’, but it’s a kind of restraint. In terms of forcibly breaking the human will, is there any more cursed technique than this?”
“Are you forced to obey the Blood Heavenly Spirit?”
“Exactly. If the Heavenly Demon is just there to symbolize authority, the Blood Heavenly Spirit is much more practical. It wasn’t just a symbol of authority. Fake ones are usually spicier.”
There is no restraint in words and actions. They casually call the sacred thing of blood religion a fake. There was no consistency in emotions. It didn’t seem that there was no goodwill toward blood ties, but hostility was also mixed in.
“Why can’t suicide be easy? Because I was ordered not to die at will. Of course it’s not omnipotent. Human will is stronger than you think, so there is a limit to the number of times you can issue orders with the Spirit of Blood. Maybe once or twice in the future?”
“It seems that this was not an order from the Spirit of Blood.”
“Ummm…”
Suddenly, Beatrice let out a quiet voice. He was a person like Chaos in his original form, but something seemed to dislike him.
“Is this part difficult to answer?”
“No, not that. Come to think of it, I’m the only one answering.”
“…”
“Three questions. Let’s exchange each other. I’ll answer up to three of anything. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
“Can I do it first?”
“Yes.”
“Hyeokriak, where are you?”
Beatrice opened her mouth wide. It seemed like he never expected me to ask about the young master. She mumbled her mouth.
“Is there such a thing as not betraying the Blood Heavenly Spirit?”
“Is that a question?”
“…I made a mistake. It’s not a question, so you don’t have to answer it.”
“Well, I’ll tell you this through the service. There is no such thing as not betraying me. Such sweeping orders are ineffective. Easy to turn around. Do not kill yourself unless ordered. It’s intuitive. However, it is difficult to determine where and how far betrayal begins. Even if you use my heart as a standard, it’s enough to brainwash yourself that it’s not betrayal. If you put all the ramblings aside and say, ‘This was for blood ties,’ the curse won’t be invoked.”
“…”
It tasted a bit bitter. The fact that he was restrained by the blood heavenly order with a fixed number of times, saying, “Do not commit suicide unless ordered,” Also meant that he had attempted suicide countless times before. Otherwise, there would be no reason to give such an order. He was a pretty complex character.
“Suicide is probably in the realm of instinct, so I heard the command especially strongly. Should I say it’s a feeling that blocks even thinking that way? And Hyukriak… So Gyoju is not in Korea.”
There is no hyukriak in Korea that should have been attending an academy. Something twisted
“Then…?”
“I don’t know how you know. Was the magic cult intelligence that good? That’s a good thing, but you wouldn’t have been quiet enough to figure out our little master? What the hell is your junior hiding?”
Beatrice muttered to herself and tilted her head.
“If I can tell you one thing for free, it’s not Protestant information.”
“I guess so. Hyukriak… Is now in the Blood Palace. Do you know the location of the Blood Palace? Taiwanese side.”
“I know.”
“Then it is my turn. What kind of girl do you like?”
“…Yes?”
“You look like you’re serious. Seriously.”
“…I like a woman who is discreet and kind.”
“Oh, that’s boring.”
“I think it would be better if it was the opposite type to the vice president.”
“It’s too much.”
Beatrice bit her lip with a downcast expression. It felt like a dog with drooping ears, so it was a little sad. Of course, there was a very high possibility that all of that was acting. I ignored it and opened my mouth again. It was my turn this time.
“If there is nothing more to say, I will ask the second question. What the hell is Hyukriak doing in the Blood Palace? You should be attending an academy, right?”
“Hmm.”
Squinting her eyes, Beatrice crossed her arms.
“Are you interested in our little schoolmaster?”
“He’s a bastard who can’t be of any help by keeping him alive.”
“Agree. If we personify garbage that cannot be recycled, wouldn’t it be our little school leader? If you do all sorts of dog-like things and go around and see them doing well, you deny the existence of God.”
“Are you serious?”
“So is it a lie? When was it Was it this summer? There was a time when something went wrong, and there was a time when I was extremely frenzied.”
Summer was when I was staying at the Protestant Church. Frenzy. Perhaps he was overjoyed that he had found the secret treasure of the god of war, but then realized that it was in vain. If it’s the part that sticks out, that’s it.
“After that, did you go to the Blood Palace?”
If so, you’re one of those guys who recently dropped out of school…
There’s no way it left any significant traces anyway. It was meaningless.
“Do you know how the head of a blood religion is succeeded, junior?”
“I don’t know. I have no interest.”
All I knew was that he was terribly strong for his age. That’s why I was trying to kill him in advance.
“For generations, blood religious leaders make their expedition like an altar and pass it on to their heirs. The moment he takes it perfectly and acquires the authority of the Blood Heavenly Spirit, he becomes the leader. It’s like this.”
“Has the previous blood lord already passed the expedition?”
“I used to gossip about some kind of incident. It wasn’t time to die yet. Perhaps, while he was careless, he abruptly finished off the attack and then forcibly sucked it up. Since it’s not too long before I go, I’m sure I’ve made some inner hems. It will take about five more years until the absorption is finished and it is possible to activate the Spirit Spirit.”
“…Clear immorality.”
“What are you thinking? Didn’t you know blood balls were like that?”
“I know.”
Even with the three apostles, they treated the masters of the highest level like some kind of auxiliary battery. It wasn’t strange at all to do something worse if it was Hyukriak.
“The second one also ends here. Is it my turn?”
“Yes.”
Beatrice stared at me blankly. This time it seemed a little more serious.
“The martial arts that juniors learned, the Cheonma Shingong, right?”
It was an unexpected question. Is there any reason why I need to know that I have learned the Heavenly Demon Art? I tried to figure out the intention of asking ‘why’, but I couldn’t pinpoint a single thing. Should I reject the answer or not? After a brief thought, I opened my mouth.
“You’re right.”
“There seems to be a misunderstanding of the question.”
“In what way?”
“Your junior wrote it. Except for the imperfect things that come down from Protestantism now. It’s like a more complementary form.”
“…It’s not an ordinary Heavenly Demon Art. We’ll just tell you this far. I don’t know how you figured out the difference.”
“You say you know where I descend from?”
“Wasn’t the Jegal family extinct?”
“Smart guys usually dig burrows all over the place. Of course, no matter how smart you are, you can’t prevent natural disasters. Being smart means finding a way out somehow even in such a situation. This is really only a big loss to me. Juniors just ask questions at will.”
“…Because I have a lot of questions.”
“It’s okay. Because I decided to answer. I would have turned it down if I really didn’t like it. Now it’s your turn.”
I tightly gripped the sword wave of the black dragon sword I had been holding since earlier. Perhaps the most important question.
“Have you ever had a crush?”
Beatrice sighed heavily. Do you think that something has come? It was difficult to determine whether the distorted expression was acting or not.
“…Not in the usual form. I have.”
“In the end, it means that the vice president also ate innocent people and increased his strength.”
“Nope.”
Beatrice sternly cut me off.
“There were no innocent ones. Because there is no need for good people in the first place.”
“It is difficult to understand.”
“This you saw. What the Killing Stone likes most are the demons who have mastered the Blood Ball. It’s not ironic.”
“Did you only eat the evil Blood Cult warriors?”
“To be exact, only a few strong kids. Weak kids mean nothing. And rather than eating it myself…”
Match. As Beatrice clapped her hands once more, a part of the formula was stained with shadows. No, it wasn’t just a shadow. A mass of evil intent. Would that be the sight of black centipedes wriggling together? I felt an ominous feeling like cutting through my skin. For some reason, Beatrice didn’t seem to be able to come this way as if she was blocked by a wall.
“Is there something like that in your body?”
“It’s inside the Killing Stone. It’s something like that in the first place. Its disposition is evil itself, but it is like a god in that it gives you power when you pay tribute.”
“Without taking an ordinary tribute?”
“Exactly.”
“…”
I couldn’t believe everything Beatrice said. Judging by future information, there were too many ambiguities. Beatrice put her hands behind his back and met his eyes.
“Last question, can I?”
I nodded. Because a promise is a promise Under the reddish sky, she pursed her lips as if in a whisper.
“Your junior, are you going to kill me?”
