The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 403

63. The Silver Prince’s Knights (10)

It’s only three words, but it was enough to feel this man’s stubbornness, sense of authority, or power.

This is going to get a little tiring.

It wasn’t something I would do in front of my father whom I hadn’t seen in a long time, but I first measured his strength.

It is difficult to infer his skills as a knight, so it is close to impossible.

According to Phoenix’s memory, Count Akele was a little under sixty. However, except for the slashes drawn on the face, no trace of the years can be found even after washing one’s eyes.

Even at a cursory glance, it is a rare boneless bone. From broad shoulders to long limbs with flexible back muscles properly attached without any flab. A body that will not be envious of the youth that it is clear that it has been training all its life…

Actually. Where did Phoenix’s superior physicality come from? There’s no way she resembles Lira, who was not very tall with a handful of waist, so of course it must have been inherited from Count Akele.

Next, I was going to look at the level of magic power, but

“…… I dare.”

Before I could raise my blood and stretch my senses, the Count jumped up from his seat and attacked me.

visor!

Reflexively, I pulled out the black ice. At that moment, he thought of the dozens of blood knights he had encountered on his way up here and wanted to regret it, but now was not the time to be distracted by such things.

In an instant, he pulled out the frozen blood sword and drew it up.

Kang!

A hand with dark red scales gripped the black ice. Before anyone knew it, both arms of the count were wearing ‘iron-blooded armor’.

“bouncer.”

Cold eyes and a low growl embracing ferocity. Then, a large crack went to the bloody blade.

The blade held by him did not budge, so I immediately struck Count Permallo in the face.

baek!

Instead of backing down, he head-butted Permal. The shock from that was so great that at the moment, the power in the mouth was about to be released.

“Kuk-”

Instinctively, he leaned his upper body back.

A heavy puncture sound soared from below the field of view. It was a kick aimed at the groin.

enemy.

The dagger-like claws on the dark red scaled feet grazed his chin. The cut is so deep that you can feel the wind through your bones.

He quickly raised his blood and stopped the bleeding. However, the dominance over the blood shed by the fresh blood quickly cut through that short gap.

Pak!

“Sir-”

I tried my best to get in the way of his trick, but the Count managed to burst the blood that flew from my chin. Bloodstains the size of fingernails exploded like bombs and grazed his chin and cheeks, digging into his chest. The temporary leather armor quickly became rags. Even if it was just a

temporary one, it was a pretty good thing with a thin iron plate on the inside and riveted

.

Of course, there was no time to be relieved at the fact that his life was saved. I gritted my teeth and twisted the hilt of the sword.

The height of the sword—

befitting a unique longsword—was terribly sharp and strong, and thanks to the twisting of the blade with all its might, several scales broke off in the Count’s grip. As his grip loosened, I quickly retrieved the longsword and rolled back. “

Instead of running after me, the poor bastard Sun Bloodbaek stood arrogantly and burst into laughter.

While I was slamming into the wall, he was wearing iron-blooded armor all over his body except for his face.

“Now you’re wriggling like a frightened salamander at the subject of trickery right in front of my nose.” If Heila’s iron-blooded armor reminded one of the graceful figure of a dragon, Count Akelle’s seemed to have made a human shape out of hundreds and thousands of small, sharp pieces of metal. My skin is about to tingle at the anticipation that I dare not approach.

But strangely, the emotion that sprouted in my heart at this moment was not fear.

It was a ferocious struggle.

“… Ha Xarm. The temperament of a nobleman who eats whatever his age is.” At the moment Count Akele’s eyebrows fluttered at my curse words, I muttered a new word in my mouth. Say ‘Aelo’.

pop!

The magic boots blew the wind with a light sound. He kicked off the wall and bounced at an angle close to horizontal, stabbing his longsword like a thunderbolt.

“O” 丁that .

Cacan!

The blade grazed the back of the Count’s head. After a fairly heavy hand taste, the dark red scales broke apart.

You have to drive without stopping. Balancing in the air, he slapped his shoulder. As soon as he touched the ground, he thrust a weight-bearing thrust between his arms. I hit my wrist with a permal while avoiding the five claws rushing towards my eyes. He swung the longsword over his head, pretending to aim for the neck, and then slashed the top of his head at once.

Caang!

At the same time as he blocked the horizontal slash with his scaled left forearm, the bloody white man extended his right hand like a thunderbolt and aimed at my neck. I ducked my shoulders to avoid it, and then a low kick aimed at my knees. I wanted to avoid it, so I quickly lowered my sword to defend myself. At that moment, the Count twisted his pelvis and changed the path of the kick.

Jjeouk-

“Guk”

I barely raised my left arm to block it, but the count’s shin shattered my shoulder blade and transmitted the force of impact to my neck.

Kwakwang!

The moment I thought my eyes went dark, I was collapsed in a dark hallway. I broke the stone wall of the new room where I fainted for a moment and tumbled down the stairs.

“…heh heh heh heh.” I woke up staggeringly, but at some point, dozens of blood knights appeared around me.

“Back off.”

They quietly dispersed at the words that Count Akele spat as they leisurely descended the stairs.

“Geuheu- You’re quite lively for your age.”

“Only the snout lived.”

As I stumbled back, my back touched another stone wall. He immediately raised his blood pressure. The tip of the right finger is swollen! It exploded, and five strands of bloody whips rushed toward the standing bloodbath.

“Hmm.”

The whip, which shattered torches and wooden spears, shattered before reaching the count’s body. The influence of his blood acted like an anti-magic shield and neutralized his blood.

…under. This guy is a pure monster.

It seems that the amount of mana or blood that can be felt is not as good as Heila’s, but its cohesiveness or hardness is incomparable to her. Is this the power of the Blood Sculpture that has been honed for over 50 years

? About the baby bug that ate its mother.”

A clear darkness comes out of the nonchalant tone. The true identity of the emotion that the Count could not hide was none other than hatred.

“Kuhh.”

Taking advantage of the momentary gap created by the whip of blood, I grabbed the black ice that was rolling on the floor. I let out a low laugh as I stained the blade with the blood that seeped from my palm.

“Spitting in the face of an asshole. If I’m a bug, then you’re a bug too, you retard bastard.”

Count Akele, who paused for a moment, said with a long tear in his mouth.

“okay. You look like me, cursed illegitimate child.”

tsueuu

Red color spread in the air like paint on white paper. The glow of blood stretched and took shape.

It was a long glaive made of long spears, no blood.

“…X arm really.”

It is a ‘Blood Weapon’ that can only be created by mastering the Blood Knight’s tier 1 skill, ‘

Blood Blade’.

Dark

red scales wrapped around his left shoulder and arm. Compared to Heyla or Akelle in front of her, it was terrible, but it was enough to move her broken joints.

As I raised the black ice with vigor, the fresh blood swung a weapon at me. The long glaive, more than 3 meters long, was caught on the walls and ceiling, and the stone walls cracked like soft-serve ice cream.

“This bitch-!”

Before he could finish his words, the glaive and the black ice collided.

bang!

Count Akele looked down at Phoenix, who had fallen covered in blood.

The fresh blood bag and Phoenix looked alike enough that even a stranger could immediately recognize that they were father and son

. Observing Phoenix’s face, the middle-aged count ruminated on his youth. Then he found something he missed in his torn and bruised face.

Long eyes, thin nose, thick earlobes and curly hair.

Those days when I learned the most precious things in the world from a lowly slave…

“Your Excellency.”

Jang Han stepped out from among the blood knights who had retreated behind the shadows.

“I will call the priest.”

“…No, no.”

“Then take the potion,”

the Count shook his head at the words of the blood knight Eordan.

“He is Zaharkar.”

“All right.”

Eordan, who noticed Akele’s intentions, glanced behind him.

A little more than half of the twenty or so blood knights who were waiting came forward. Surrounding the stunned Phoenix, they pulled out their daggers and stabbed my palm.

The blood of the Black Serpent’s blood knights slid down the non-sloping floor. It was towards Phoenix.

The blood that soaked the floor dried up little by little and disappeared without a trace. Phoenix, who was covered in blood, was also clean. The dark red stains on the torn armor and pants also disappeared.

Looking at the scene, the bloodbath turned around, scattering the sharp iron-blooded armor.

“-Ughhhhh!”

I raised my upper body with a scream that I couldn’t tell whether it was a spirit or a scream.

“Uh… uh?”

“Did you cough?” an old voice.

When I turned around, there was an old man sitting on the bedside table where I woke up.

“who are you?”

“Help. I can’t be too sad Do you not remember me?”

“Uh…

was it over seventy or eighty? Anyway, he was an old man whose age was difficult to guess.

As I gazed at the wrinkled face, a faint scene flashed through my mind. Memories of Phoenix’s childhood

“…Mr.

The old man’s smile added wrinkles.

“You remember.”

“Why is Halman here?”

about eleven years old It is said that Phoenix was left alone without a mother in ‘Tow’s Den’, a snake den of the weak meat.

Of course, there was no such thing as collective bullying by peers or blood relatives. It’s the same with Zaharkar and Baluin as monsters with little emotion, so the children who inherited that blood didn’t invest time and energy in useless things like harassing the Count’s spirit.

Of course there were exceptions. Ganix was such a case.

Garnix was a half-brother with Phoenix and three years apart. He was the eldest son of the blood-blooded family, and he seemed like a promising future conceived child.

Like Zaharkar, he also had no interest in his half-brother, but one day he had a grudge after losing a sparring match with Phoenix.

In retrospect, the hostility and vengeance shown by Garnix, who was only a teenager, exceeded common sense. Well, while there are almost no positive emotions, only negative emotions are disproportionately exploded, so it should be called Zahakar-like.

Anyway, at that time, the main method Garnix used to harass Phoenix was to mobilize the servants of the palace.

Ganix was too noble to carry out such childish and vulgar pranks as throwing filth on his bed, taking out a wooden spear on a stormy day, or putting acidic ants in his shoes. It was always the servants who put his delightful imaginations into action.

The bullying continued for over half a year. Zahakar and Baluin didn’t care about such childish things, and the other servants and soldiers didn’t dare to question what Garnix was doing. Whether it was right or wrong, it was because the moment he rebelled against Zahakar, he would be decapitated.

Phoenix took care of it in its own way, but because there were so many servants under Ganix, it wasn’t obvious to ask about a couple of them.

Oh, it’s not like Phoenix didn’t exist at all. Ayla was with me.

She washed the bed soaked in feces and urine together, made hot tea on days when my whole body was soaking wet, and applied ointment while weeping instead when my toe was swollen from an ant bite.

But even the kind-hearted child couldn’t finish the job. No one expected the ugly and talentless girl to become a ‘noble seedling’, so Ayla was treated as a family defect.

The person who solved the problem at that time was this old man, Mr. Halman.

The butler of Count Akele’s castle ‘Serpent Falls’, he grabbed seven of the servants who bullied me and cut their throats. Even that was not enough, so he whipped his nanny instead of Ganix. He said it was a sin of misrepresenting the noble lineage.

It is difficult for Kim Seung-soo to understand that only the common people around him died because of Ganix’s fault. However, by the standards of this world, it was a very fair and severe punishment. It was enough to give Ganix a message of warning and at the same time hurt his prestige moderately.

Mr. Halman, who was neither Jahakar nor Baluin, was able to take such a step because he was the butler of the Bloodbath.

Zahakar and Baluin, who have various defects in the emotional field, needed the assistance of ‘sane’ people in order to rule the common people. The most common title for those who played such a role was butler.

In a word, Mr. Halman played a similar role as an interpreter who helped Count Akele understand general feelings. Since he was one of the henchmen of the bloodbath, he was able to indirectly punish the eldest son of the count.

“…why is someone like that here?”

“It seems that the count’s outings are going to be long, so I followed him with the old man.”

Mr. Halman smiled and added.

“It’s been almost ten years since I last visited Tow’s Den, so it’s been ten years since I’ve seen you, Master. I should have expected it, but I never thought it would become such a charter.”

It’s been a while since I passed out, but I can’t come to my senses because the old man who only remembers everything reveals his friendliness. The moment I sorted out my complex thoughts and chose the words from my mouth, the old man smiled and nodded.

“indeed. It is as the Count said.”

“…What?”

“Bocchan.”

“Me?”

“yes. You are not Zahakar. Never.”

…Ha really. What the hell are you saying I did wrong, everyone?

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