I Am the Madman of This Family

Episode 83. It’s worth the money (3)

A cute bat with white fur.

Even without touching it, you can tell that it has heavenly softness. The innocent red eyes sparkled like rubies.

No one knew the creature.

“Boo, red comet?”

Cork spoke first.

Although it has a cute appearance, it perfectly matched the red comet I saw on the wanted post.

Are they similar, but different entities? Do all vampires look like this?

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“Kyaew!”

As the white bat vigorously spread its wings, Cork and the mercenaries flinched.

flutter.

The white bat flew up and landed on Keter’s shoulder.

booby booby.

A white bat that pokes its head into Keter’s cheek and plays with it.

An incomprehensible sound came out of Cork’s mouth.

“oh? Oh oh oh oh clothes?”

What was the devil that was sealed here?

One entity is a vampire, a transcendent species that has used hundreds of thousands of humans as livestock. Not just a vampire, but the first vampire, Elise!

“Why are you flirting with Keter! I am the one who woke you up!”

At Cork’s cry, Keter stroked Elise’s chin and answered instead.

“Because it is my pet. Right, side?”

Elise, the first vampire who can understand words and emits a tickling sound.

Cork and his men seem to have no idea what’s going on, but Keter has a rough idea of how this happened.

‘There are fine cracks in the common ceiling.’

The red comet’s seal had already been released a long time ago. Because of that crack in the ceiling.

Elise, who came up to the ground like that, met and was raised by Keter. It was a simple and ironic story.

“You, you had a name of Elise. Still, isn’t the side one better?”

“Kyum!”

Elise nodded in agreement.

Cork’s body trembled as if he were going to explode as he watched Keter and Jjokjjoki communicate. Cork, whose last hope was shattered, screamed while pointing.

“What the hell are you, Keter! Why are you taking everything from me! Why are you making me like this over a trivial thing when I was young!”

“With what qualifications do you arbitrarily evaluate other people’s dreams as nothing more? The moment you trampled on someone else’s dream, you should have been prepared for your dream to be trampled on too. Why are you pretending to be unfair?”

“Do people die because they can’t become mercenaries? Your insignificant dreams and mine are different in size!”

“That is your belief. You seem to have forgotten that you need to have the strength and intelligence to impose your beliefs on others.”

“Wow, you trash bastard. How can a human… … .”

“Looks like it’s about time to die. Isn’t the word garbage in liqueur a compliment?”

Power is everything in this world.

Especially here, the liqueur is even more so.

“Survival of the fittest, Cork. The survivors advance, the dead fall behind. It is me who is moving forward here, not you.”

Keter summons Amaranth and pronounces Cork dead.

When Cork saw the pitch-black bow, Amaranth, it seemed to be the ‘death’ it was embodied in. He shouted at Elise, the last rope.

“Devil Elise! I am the one who unlocked you! contract with me! Kill Keter! my body, my soul. I’ll give you everything, so kill Keter!”

The booming voice is full of urgency.

Elise, sensitive to sound, folded her ears with her wings and turned her head toward the cork.

Shaak.

Its wings spread and then folded. Cork tried to urge Elise once more, but for some reason no voice came out.

‘what? Why can’t my voice come out? And why am I falling backwards?’

Tuk, Degururr.

‘ah… … .’

Seeing his torso falling forward, Cork realized it belatedly. That my neck and body were separated.

The slash was so quick and clean that I didn’t even realize it was cut.

‘f*ck.’

That was his last thought.

Cork, a diamond class mercenary who entered Liqueur to become the Mercenary King. He sacrificed the blood of thousands of people to obtain the artifact, and in the end he even became a tribute.

His body, which even lost its soul, dried up and became a mummy upon death.

Keter crouched down in front of Cork’s head. Then, inserting a gold coin into his teeth, he muttered:

“It’s worth the money.”

Kether stood up as if stretching herself, stretching her arms upward.

“Aww, that’s nice. After all, there is nothing as refreshing as perfect revenge.”

A smile bloomed on Keter’s face, who was physically exhausted but mentally enriched.

As if to appeal to Jjokjjoki for being sleepy, he yawned loudly. Keter said as she put the tooth in her breast pocket.

“Sigh sleep.”

At that time, two mercenaries knelt down and shouted.

“Ha, surrender. I have no heart to go against you. Please save my life.”

“Me too. You can do whatever you want, but… Please don’t kill me.”

Two people who had already surrendered to Keter before.

But now I have completely surrendered. The ancient devil, Keter, who led Elise, could hardly be seen as the same person.

People say that when people are happy, they become compassionate. Keter smiled benevolently and placed a hand on both of their shoulders.

“Only the one who says what Cork was doing here will be spared.”

Revenge is revenge, and the treasure is the unbearable Kether.

* * *

The mercenaries led Keter to the blood-draining door.

They spit and explained how Cork discovered this, and how he sacrificed the blood of thousands of people to open this door.

An ordinary person would have vomited as soon as he heard the explanation. A door that has eaten the blood of thousands. You must have felt disgust beyond the realm of discomfort.

But Keter looked at the half-full orb with rather interest.

“So, if you sprinkle blood on this door, the beads will fill up red, and when it’s full, the door will open?”

“you’re right.”

“I think it’s almost full. Roughly how many do you need to fill the rest?”

“I’m not sure, but… At least 300 people.”

“Write. You really are almost there.”

Keter stroked her chin.

What kind of treasure will come from the place where the blood of thousands of people was sacrificed?

“The holy sword won’t come out.”

There must be cursed weapons such as Apophis, Obelisk, and Amaranth.

It was a special situation to the last that Keter subdued Amaranth and used it comfortably.

Most artifacts, including cursed weapons, use the power of Ain as their main axis, driving them crazy or stealing the owner’s mind. However, Keter knew how to handle the power of Ain, so he was not controlled.

Gyro, who handles the obelisk, can only keep his senses by constantly drinking alcohol that is no different from deadly poison, and even this is a very lucky case.

Usually, their minds are consumed and they become slayers, or their bodies are turned into puppets, or they coexist in the form of contracts and face destruction.

In many ways, it’s hard to see a good look because you have a cursed weapon.

“Still, there are plenty of people who say they buy if they sell.”

When Keter pretended to want the artifact, the mercenary quietly said,

“… Shall I, like Cork did, catch the liqueurers who go alone? We can fill it up in a week at the earliest.”

baek!

After striking the mercenary in the back of the head, Keter clicked his tongue.

“That’s the rich in that baby.”

“Ugh, aren’t you trying to get an artifact? It is impossible to destroy doors or break walls. It means that even if you use an aura, you won’t get a scratch. I have already tried it.”

“You said you only need blood? But why would you sacrifice your life, you idiots?”

“ah.”

In fact, this seal would have been very easy if Cork hadn’t been greedy enough to take it all by himself.

The offering is ‘blood’, not ‘life’.

Besides, isn’t Cork the branch manager who manages hundreds of mercenaries? It is enough to draw blood from the mercenaries and offer it as a sacrifice. People don’t die from drawing blood. recover in one day

If he said that he would sell the cursed weapon he obtained and use it for the welfare of the mercenaries, who wouldn’t draw blood? You and I would have drawn blood.

“by the way. The value of blood is different for each person?”

“yes. For example, if the blood of an ordinary human is one serving, the blood of an Auror user is counted as ten servings.”

“Blood of a non-human race? Have you ever tried it with an elf or a beastman?”

“When the half-elves were used as sacrifices, they were worth 100 servings.”

“Hoo.”

A half-elf, half-human half-elf, is worth 100 times that of a normal person?

Keter felt ‘curiosity’ in the fact that the value of blood differs depending on its owner.

“Then how much is my blood worth?”

Keter, impatient with questions, drew his dagger and slashed his palm. Soon after, blood gushed out, and the sidekick sitting on his shoulder smacked his lips.

“Side. I’ll give it to you later, so stay calm.”

Kether, who had calmed her down, approached the door.

The mercenaries laughed and said.

“Kate… branch manager. It doesn’t even show in such a small amount. There is at least a reaction when you fill the gourd and pour it.”

“This guy won’t allow me to waste my blood that much.”

Keter, ignoring the mercenary’s opinion, splattered blood toward the door.

The door absorbed Keter’s blood.

and static.

“Didn’t I tell you? It never responds to that amount… … .”

Koo Goo Goo Goo!

Suddenly, the entire labyrinth shook. As if there was an earthquake.

The unbalanced mercenaries fell one after another, and Keter braced himself against the wall to keep his balance.

“Uh, ah! The labyrinth collapses!”

“The devil must be angry! Hurry up and apologize for making a mistake, branch manager!”

The mercenaries screamed as crumbs and chunks of stone fell from the ceiling.

Those who fell face down did not see.

When Keter sprinkled her blood, the orb stuck in the door became a perfect blood color.

A handful of Keter’s blood was worth more than 300 servings.

“Hoo.”

Keter had expected it.

Where is your own blood normal blood? Her father is the pinnacle of human beings, and her mother is supposed to be a god.

But suddenly, Keter had a question.

‘Sir, if I’m a great bloodline, shouldn’t I have at least one of these abilities?’

Of course, Keter has been different since she was a child. He was endowed with a strong body and excellent resilience.

However, that alone could not be called a ‘great pedigree’.

Rather than that, the ‘regeneration’ and ‘medicine’ that Keter learned separately were superior. It was because the body that had been raised by fighting between living and dying was stronger.

Keter, who was stronger through acquired efforts rather than innate abilities, never once felt that her lineage was great.

‘Well, if you don’t have it, you live as if you don’t have it.’

Not everyone of great bloodline has this ability. Among them, only the chosen ones have this ability.

Like Luke, for example.

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Uninterested in what she couldn’t have, Keter stopped thinking and focused on the door that opened. The vibration that seemed to destroy the labyrinth subsided.

Inside the door was a huge cavity, in the center of which stood an altar made of skulls.

It was the bloody sword that exuded a strong presence at the top of the altar.

The cross-shaped blood sword pulsated, revealing a lofty presence even in the dark.

[Come to me.]

An unfamiliar voice echoes in Keter’s head. It was an irresistible, sweet, seductive voice.

[Obtain the spark of life.]

Kether began to walk towards the altar as if possessed. Then the interval between the voices became even shorter.

[Receive the blessing of Dracula, the father of life.]

[Become a bloody knight and swear to me.]

[I will give you immortality.]

[The glory of the Age of Myth will be reproduced.]

A voice whispering incessantly.

Keter, who climbed to the top of the altar before he knew it, finally faced the blood sword.

[Pull it out, hold me. You deserve it.]

Swoop.

Without hesitation, Keter reached for the handle of the blood sword.

Then-

slap!

I hit the handle with my palm.

“I’m going to die of noise. shut up.”