The Demon Hunting thod Of The Regressed Inquisitor 13
Attack on the Baron Ryan’s House (3)
“Burke Ryan, you have two practical choices.”
Burke has beco a demon. That is already a confird matter.
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“Either be purified by here.”
“……”
“Or spend your life locked up in a underground prison, a place where no one cares and no one can co.”
He is a ti bomb.
You never know when it will explode, and it is impossible to defuse it.
Not all those who beca demons can be considered bad. Most of them were pushed by harsh realities.
So we tried to sohow return them to their original form.
We tried, but it didn’t work.
The mont a person becos a demon, their flesh changes. It becos strong and ageless. However, in the process, all the parts that should have existed in the human body are completely consud by the demonic energy.
Thus, the original flesh lts away and the demonic energy exists as power and continues life.
As ti goes by, the proportion of demonic energy becos greater than the proportion of the original flesh, and eventually, they beco a completely different species called ‘demon race’.
And those who have beco demon race, just like they did, plant demonic energy in others and transform them.
Just as humans and beasts give birth to offspring and continue their lineage.
“Ha…! What difference is there between death and confinent?”
“There is only one difference. In the latter case, it becos more miserable.”
“Haha…”
I saw those who chose the latter.
They are not even confined.
They are just thrown into a space from which they can never co out again.
Like a jar of solitude, with no food and no guards, they are trapped in such darkness, waiting only for the day they die.
Or dreaming impossible dreams.
“The cult is rotten too.”
“I won’t deny it. My existence is proof of that.”
The demons cannot be exterminated.
The naless demon at the end of that species is the incarnation of denial born from human malice.
Yes, it is an eternal, unsolvable matter. That is why malice is always recorded as the final chapter of humanity’s last trial.
“Why does everyone tornt us? Why do they make our lives miserable? What did we do wrong?”
“You did nothing wrong. You were just a victim. You were just unlucky. Becoming a demon was just a result of being driven into such a situation.”
“Then why!!”
Burke, who had been frowning at the light of the holy power, shouted loudly as if he had beco a different person.
“Why do I have to die!!”
From his body, dark red demonic energy was gushing out.
Power that grows stronger with intense emotions.
Shackles that force one to hate and resent people.
“We just wanted to live. Was that such a big wish?”
“No.”
“Wanting to leave this damned house, cure my sister’s illness, and live a proper life, was that so wrong?”
“There is nothing wrong with that dream.”
“Then why?”
“You…”
I recall the last image of Burke I saw. After his dream ca true. One afternoon when he finally escaped with his sister and was living.
The image of him succumbing to the demon’s orders and committing a massacre in the middle of the city in front of his sister’s eyes.
The image of him reaching out to his sister with a crooked smile.
“You’re going to try to kill the family you cherished the most.”
“……”
“Isn’t this light bothering you? Unlike your usual self, you’re becoming irritable, aren’t you? Losing your composure, filled only with resentnt and anger?”
Demons hate gods more than they hate humans.
With that demon’s malice, Burke will beco the sa.
He will hate people, hate gods, and hate the bright light.
“Your sister possesses a light incomparable to mine.”
And the one who embodies both is Claire Ryan.
She is loved by the light.
And because of that, she cannot be with Burke.
“Your sister will beco a great priest, no, she must beco one. That’s the only way she can be saved. The only way she can live.”
Burke’s eyes trembled. He was trying his best to hold onto his sanity.
It was about his sister.
The one he tried to protect even by selling his soul to the demons.
“Your sister is loved by the gods. But she herself resents the gods and the world.”
So it’s painful. Like wearing clothes that don’t fit.
Unable to recognize the love directed at her, she treats it with hatred and resentnt.
That thought made her feel the love of the gods as pain.
“Then…”
“If your sister is to live, she must beco a priest, even if only in na.”
“Then I…”
“You won’t be able to maintain your sanity by her side. Even if you’re fine now, it won’t be long.”
The one-sided murderous intent directed at had long since stopped.
“If you’re by her side, if she’s by your side, one of you must die.”
“Then, if I just don’t appear in front of her…!”
“Don’t you get it yet?”
Why would a demon contact a third-rate hunter like Burke?
Why would they share overwhelming power with a child who just scread that they wanted to live, without any power, influence, or even wealth?
Because he had talent? Because there were no other candidates?
No, no. There was a clear reason it had to be Burke.
“You were chosen from the beginning as a tool to kill Claire.”
Burke said nothing.
He just looked down at his hands, trembling. Was he thinking about the inevitable future?
Did he see bloodstained hands?
I decided to wait for Burke until he finished his contemplation.
Burke, who had been staring at his palms, closed his eyes tightly.
“I don’t want to die.”
It was the heart of Burke himself, not dominated by the magic.
“But if I have to die for Claire to live… you’re right. I have to die. But, but I still don’t want to die without achieving anything…”
Ideals and reality.
Burke shed tears of blood at the fact that they could never align.
“I understand.”
That’s human nature.
What you have to do and what you don’t want to do can be the sa.
It’s natural that there are people who can’t choose anything.
Who would want to die?
A strong person is soone who can even give up their life for what they believe is everything.
Burke couldn’t do that.
He was strong enough, but he couldn’t beco such a hero. That’s why he beca a demon and ended up in this situation.
“I don’t want to die!!”
“I respect your choice. So even if you attack because you want to live, I won’t resent you. No matter the outco, I’ll take responsibility for your sister. You can vent all your anger as you wish.”
“Ahhh!!”
As if those words were a signal, Burke charged at .
He wants to live. But if he has to die to save Claire.
In the end, mixed with that contradiction, Burke charged with his sword.
* * *
While Lost was fighting Burke and Titan was fighting Tros Ryan.
Linnea took advantage of the mont when no one was paying attention and entered the mansion.
“Luxurious.”
That was Linnea’s impression as she looked around the interior of the mansion.
She is a noble. A daughter of a high-ranking count’s family.
However, the baron’s mansion did not seem lacking compared to her ho. No, it was rather excessive.
Extravagance beyond one’s ans seed to lower the dignity of the narrow mansion.
“Ah, I’ve found you. Hello, Baroness. How are you feeling today?”
“I heard an intruder broke into the mansion, but it turns out to be a cute one?”
Rost did not entrust Linnea with any dangerous tasks.
She was rely insurance. When Duke Foris appeared, she was to act as a representative to lead the negotiations on behalf of Titan.
But Linnea thought differently.
It was painful to stay still when there was sothing she could do.
Therefore, Linnea decided to rescue the kidnapped children while Titan was buying ti.
Now, when no one was paying attention, was her stage.
“Do you know where the children who were brought here are?”
“Aha? Despite your cute appearance, your actions are quite crude?”
Linnea threatened the baroness with a self-defense dagger.
In her mind, the hostages needed to be rescued as quickly as possible.
Whether Titan killed the opponent or just distracted them, it didn’t matter.
Right now, Titan was buying ti, but soon they would co to their senses and could smuggle the children away.
‘It’s better to be sure.’
Linnea took off the old robe she usually wore to hide herself.
Then, the clothes of the future city, including the pure white robe, from Nidavellir Mountain were revealed. It also revealed her identity.
“You know who I am.”
“Yes, everyone who needs to know, knows. The runaway girl from the Spirine family.”
“You seem quite relaxed.”
“Ahahahaha!”
The baroness laughed loudly, not frightened at all by Linnea’s approach with the dagger.
“Little girl, can you stab ? Have you ever killed a person?”
The blade of the dagger, which looked like it had never been used, indicated that she was not accustod to combat.
Could she, who had grown up in a greenhouse, really stab a person easily?
Of course not.
Therefore, the baroness could remain calm despite Linnea’s threats.
Because she believed that soone righteous enough to co to rescue a child would never be able to stab her.
“Yes, when I was around seven years old.”
“What…?”
But that composure crumbled instantly at Linea’s answer.
And at the sa ti as the baroness understood those words.
Slash!
Without hesitation, Linea severed the baroness’s wrist.
It wasn’t a clean cut; she completely severed it with a small dagger, as if slicing through the wrist.
“When I was seven, I once encountered an assassin who had successfully infiltrated the mansion.”
Linea shuddered as she spoke.
It was a horrific mory from the past that she wanted to forget but couldn’t.
“Unlucky, I guess. It seed like the assassin was quite well-trained.”
Linea spoke as she watched the baroness retreat, clutching her wrist.
“Back then, I severed the wrist just like I did to you now.”
“…That must have been tough.”
The baroness took a step back, watching Linea’s reaction.
“Yes. Even though I severed the wrist, the assassin didn’t even blink. But at least you blinked, baroness.”
“Crazy woman…”
“Haha. Back then, I was just a weak girl, so the assassin who seed unscathed despite the terrible wound was terrifying.”
As soone who had received dical training, the fear was even more palpable.
Even though she should have been pressing down on the wound of her severed arm, she had launched an attack.
“So I didn’t stop at the wrist. I divided the elbow, the shoulder, the limbs, and then the neck.”
Terrified, the opponent who showed no sign of pain seed like an immortal.
So she cut everything that moved in front of her. She scread as she saw the arm writhing on the floor. She scread as she stabbed the opponent.
Without even realizing that the opponent was dead.
She was just so scared that she used every ans she could.
“It was indeed too harsh for a child to do. So I understood why the people in the mansion avoided and found unsettling.”
Linea had a talent.
Her greatest talent was…
“In my eyes, I can see the weak points of my opponent as if they were a manual. When I hold a sword, they appear as lines; when I hold a dagger, they appear as dots; and when I hold nothing, they appear as deep claw marks and bite marks.”
It was the alien power she possessed.
In the world, it was praised as a unique ability or condemned as a curse, a power that changed depending on the situation.
Linea was staring at one of her hands, which was not holding a dagger.
As she said, the form it took varied depending on the weapon she held, but she decided to categorize them all as lines.
Perhaps because she was a beastkin, when she held nothing, her claws were the sharpest.
In her eyes, she saw rough lines as if scratched by claws.
“When I place a sword on those red lines, whatever it is, it gets cut easily. They are lines that show what I can cut.”
Linea mocked herself.
It was a great power, but she did not desire it.
The people of the mansion knew her secret. They knew that as she grew, her power beca stronger.
Because of that, they began to avoid her. They gossiped behind her back and kept their distance.
They were thorough in their etiquette towards their employer, but unfortunately, the beastkin Linea could hear all their gossip.
“So, I left the mansion. I left for a place where no one knew , intending to live while keeping my secret.”
As her body grew, the number of lines she saw on people’s bodies increased.
Naturally, the world she saw beca monotonous.
The world gradually began to be stained with red lines.
“However, it seems that even soone like was still human…”
She lived to beco a doctor. She learned that way and lived that way.
She thought it was just an imitation. As the people of the mansion said, she thought she was a monster.
But it seed she was wrong.
When she heard the details of the incident, she too could feel anger.
In her eyes, people still looked like re chunks of at, not humans…
Nevertheless, it seed she could still get angry about such things.
“Baroness, now that I see, you are not even human.”
From the Baroness’s hand, instead of blood, dark red smoke was rising. A demon. No, a demon who had already lost all human elents.
“That’s a relief.”
Linea smiled brightly at the at in front of her.
“There won’t be any blood splattering.”
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