Capítulo 57: Chapter 33.1: Vampire (3)
Asher, who had been watching the situation with cold, sunken eyes, nodded and stepped forward.
The Valkilov guys looked totally bewildered.
"Young master, what happened to you suddenly?"
The long-haired man twirled his sword from side to side and shook his head.
"No matter how much you want to imitate an apostle of justice, choose a time and place to do it. We…"
I cut whatever he's saying and pointed to him.
"Let him live for a while. I have something to ask him."
It was the moment that the guy frowned.
Asher's sword was pulled out, and a blue flash of light flashed through the darkness.
And then blood started gushing out.
That was the end.
The bodies of the men who had lost their heads were scattered on the floor one by one. The road was stained with blood, and dozens of corpses were created in the blink of an eye.
If this was before, I probably wouldn't be able to see anything, but now I can see clearly thanks to my super sensory.
Asher slashed her sword at the sides of the long-haired man and cut his arm with a single blow.
"…"
He grabbed the cut edge of his arm and let out a scream of pain.
Kneeling down on the floor, he groaned, then looked around urgently. Seeing the annihilated subordinates, his pupils shook like an earthquake.
"Hey, this is… what the hell is this…."
He didn't even properly see Asher wielding her sword.
Even if the level was close to 60, there was a far-off difference from Asher, who was over level 80.
I plodded.
I looked down at the trembling man and opened my mouth.
"Are there vampires at the auction in the city of Domihawk?"
"···"
"One of the vampire sisters you captured, the older sister."
"…Yes, that's right. There is one."
He became polite in an instant and nodded his head as if half insane.
"Please spare me, young master. I'll tell you everything you want…"
"Where and when is the auction held?"
"Ah, exactly fifteen days from now, the venue will open in the basement of a man named Horton on the outskirts of the city. From sunset to midnight, you just need to bring an invitation."
Is it the basement of the mansion?
"Who takes part in the auction?"
"Usually, nobles from nearby cities take part… and some officials from the monarchy also attend."
"It doesn't look like it's an auction only for nobles. Can anyone openly take part?"
"No, of course not. Everyone wears a mask and attends the auction."
"Can only one person participate per invitation?"
"···No. One person per invitation could take part in the auction as the attendee's escort."
I nodded. All I needed to ask was this.
The guy got impatient and continued talking gibberish.
"Y-young master, I will take you to the auction house of the Domihawk. These guys are like consumables that you use and throw away anyway, so I have no problem with you killing them. With me, you take part in the auction as a VIP…"
I looked down at him without a word.
His face was stained with despair, as if he had read the future in my eyes that would soon happen.
"If you kill me, you'll be in trouble too! I'm a Valkilov executive! All the high-ranking officials of the monarchy have business with our group! And my brother is the head of Valkilov…!"
I shook my head and said softly.
"Didn't you say that if you are weak, you will be trampled?"
"············".
"As you said, it's just the law of nature, so accept it."
And I turned around.
I heard a desperate cry behind my back.
"Y-you bastard!"
He picked up the sword that had fallen on the floor, turned and ran towards me.
Asher flew past me.
Fwish!
A shattering sound rang out, followed by the sound of something falling to the floor.
Even if Asher didn't move, I could still stop him with the floating veil.
Asher brushed off the blood on her sword, then came closer and bowed her head.
I felt a little strange and looked around. Corpses strewn with blood.
I had seen people die a lot since I fell into this world.
But this time, I could say that it was different since it was a massacre that I had committed myself.
Of course, the first murder in his life was when he killed the warrior, but he didn't feel much at the time.
To be honest, it felt more like killing a monster than a human being, and I didn't feel like I had killed someone because he died in an instant.
And all the thieves he encountered while wandering around Calderic were killed by Baros himself before I could even step out.
This time, there was no feeling at all.
But it wasn't just the effect of the [Soul of the King].
What made me feel strange right now was not because of shock or guilt, but because, on the contrary, my mind was too calm. Even if these people were trash, they were still humans.
I didn't think deeply. I guess it's just because I already got used to it. Or maybe it's just how I was originally.
"Ugh…"
The fallen beastmen stumbled up one by one.
They looked at the annihilated Valkilov with bewildered eyes. Then, soon, their eyes focused on this direction.
"…Did you help us, human?"
The female beastman who had just been trampled by the long-haired man asked with a voice mixed with vigilance.
I nodded and said.
"Pack up the wagon and leave quickly. Over time, the organization where these people belonged to may try to track you down."
"Oh, I see."
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