Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Kkorreuk

The demon race city was full of ash and acrid smell.

Although similar to the Magic Realm entered last time, the different point was that the demon race’s density is higher than Magic Realm.

On top of that humans were also mixed occasionally—.

Galahad slightly examined the back.

The two families’ battle was gradually growing.

Compared to the Vans family all jumping out, because the Proxel family side did not all come out a subtle balance occurred.

Although numerically the Vans side was advantageous, because of the Proxel family’s authority of gathering power rather Proxel pushed more.

To speak accurately, it was a form where two demon races using the Proxel family’s sword drive out the remaining Vans.

‘To the demon race strength is absolute.’

Galahad slightly put the cigarette in his mouth.

Unlike before heat was felt from the demon races. It seemed excited because of the blood sprayed from the battle behind.

The quiet city was gradually rising.

Hiccup—. At a small sound turning his head the fully tense members were seen.

It was a situation one has no choice but to be tense. Because thrown into a place crawling with demon races.

“Do not worry. Because all according to plan.”

Galahad said while raising the corners of his mouth.

As is he headed to the Proxel mansion.

The mansion was quiet unlike before. The door was open.

‘Really like a noble.’

Galahad laughed softly and moved his steps.

“Are we just going like this?”

Gilbert’s urgent voice caught Galahad.

“Nineteen left. Twelve remain, but probably core forces. Along with that there would be hidden forces—. For example gourmets.”

“Isn’t that estimation.”

“Right, estimation. However, the guys also would not be in a situation with that much leeway against Vans, they would have operated forces as much as possible. Now the possibility is the highest.”

Galahad turned his shoulder a little. Although a place where a hole was pierced no pain was felt. Rather than the mage’s body being sturdy it seemed there is the influence of the pill of pain.

Gilbert muttered something while looking at his own finger and soon nodded.

“Anyway, is it that one can do.”

“Right, although a bit dangerous, well isn’t all worldly matters like that.”

Galahad stared behind Gilbert. The stupid helmet softly dalkkeuraked.

“The guys’ authority is gathering power to one guy. Processing other guys is easier. Come, is there a question?”

The members were quiet. Galahad satisfactorily nodded.

“Ah, the youngest do not move until I give a signal. Come, then let’s enter.”

Galahad entered the open gate without hesitation.

The garden was desolate. Still whether there was some effort, rotten plants rolled here and there. Galahad quietly looked up at the mansion.

The mansion was three stories. There was no common guard. There was also no one coming out to greet.

Galahad turned mana and headed to the mansion. Even when entering the mansion’s 1st floor there was no guy facing.

Galahad slightly sprinkled mana. The so-called demon race detection magic that became familiar now swept the 1st floor.

There was no demon race on the 1st floor. The 2nd floor was also the same.

In front of the stairs going up to the 3rd floor he first met a demon race.

It was a neatly dressed demon race. A stylish mustache and monocle was an excellent noble imitation. That attire was also not bad in its own way.

“I never sent an invitation. Rude.”

“Bold.”

Galahad lightly received the words.

‘At least mid-rank.’

Since met the demon race quite, now one could roughly estimate. The guy was at least mid-rank.

“I did not know one would follow this far. Was it Galahad?”

The guy knew Galahad’s identity.

‘Is it a trap.’

Galahad’s eyes narrowed. They were guys with thorough preparation. There was a possibility of preparing a trap assuming Galahad and Gilbert.

There was no problem.

‘Because there is Adrianne.’

The problem was when Adrianne revealed the identity. There was also a possibility that a demon race sensitive to mana notices.

The most important problem was not stimulating the guy called the city’s ruler.

If by any chance the guy notices Adrianne’s existence—.

‘A variable arises.’

One had to hide Adrianne as much as possible.

“Right, I am that famous Special Mission Unit Captain Galahad.”

“I am Helsington of the Proxel family. You came to see Damien.”

“Right, is he well?”

“Very well. Hmm—.”

The guy let out a groan for a moment. Leisure was felt from that attitude. It was a feeling as if pondering something.

“Will you go see Damien?”

Galahad quietly examined the guy. Neatly brushed hair, a fedora slightly large in size, monocle, sword at the waist—. considering the guy’s arm and height he gauged the distance.

‘From confirming Damien.’

Galahad nodded.

“Good.”

The guy turned back. That back of the head was glossy. Galahad tok tok flicked his finger.

The arrived place was in front of a huge door.

“This way—.”

The demon race slightly pushed the door.

There was a long table like a banquet hall. On that there were meats and breads with only pieces remaining full. Roughly looking it was the trace Damien ate.

‘Ate a lot.’

Galahad tok tok— bounced his finger.

At that end there was a huge bed. Damien was lying on a soft bed, how much he ate that stomach was convex.

Galahad clicked his tongue, and opened his mouth.

“Damien.”

Damien who usually if sleeping once absolutely does not wake for half a day widely— opened his eyes. He stood up with a flash.

“Brother?”

Damien who saw Galahad blinked his eyes. It seemed recalling whether this is the correct situation now.

“Right, it is me. If going on vacation one has to apply first. Is it fine just going.”

Galahad clicked his tongue softly and approached Damien. Some flesh attached to the body that was dry thin. Grease glistened on that face. It seemed living quite well.

“Just opening my eyes it was here.”

Then, the door opened. And the figure that appeared was a neatly dressed old man. Although making a soft smile, warmth was not felt at all.

The old man looked at Galahad. Although simply gazes collided the hair stood on end. A wood smell as if wet with water fully blew.

‘This is a bit difficult.’

It was a strong enemy outside thought. Damien trembled a little. Only then Galahad realized the reason Damien shrank.

‘It is upper-rank or higher.’

Galahad slightly examined Adrianne.

The appearance of Adrianne simply eliminating an upper-rank demon race in Magic Realm rose. However, that upper-rank demon race was mental type.

It was clear the old man here would be stronger in battle.

On top of that considering even the guys’ authority of gathering power—.

‘Hmm, not good.’

Galahad clicked his tongue softly.

The demon race called Helsington looked at the old man and bowed his head.

The old man’s gaze examined Galahad up and down. Subtle desire rose in those eyes. That gaze soon stuck on Gwen.

“Oh, looks delicious.”

The old man chattered obscenely.

Amusingly Galahad was also having a similar thought while looking at the old man.

The old man extended his hand. Damien who trembled for a moment was embraced in the old man’s arms. Looking it was a harmonious grandchild and grandfather. Damien’s eyes fully loosened.

“Damien, it is time to return.”

“No.”

At Damien’s firm answer Galahad squinted his eyes.

It was a sharp answer not befitting Damien. Damien said hungry or sleepy, he did not answer that smartly.

Then one had to calculate again. Galahad tok tok flicked his finger.

“Is the answer done?”

The corners of the old man’s mouth were subtly raised.

‘They want to just send us back.’

To speak accurately it was the look of avoiding a fight. The old man was guarding against Galahad. It seemed guarding against the Special Mission Unit.

Anyway it seemed the failure to the Special Mission Unit last time is large.

‘Is showing Damien to urge giving up?’

Actually Damien’s state was good, and even showed the appearance of Damien saying ‘I dislike’.

Along with that even revealed the old man’s power implicitly.

It was clear to urge giving up.

It was the look of not wanting to make a problem for nothing.

Although there would also be the influence of the war with the Vans family—.

‘It seems there is something more. And that quite amazing. To the extent a thick demon race acts—.’

Galahad quickly retraced the situation.

‘First since confirmed that Damien is fine.’

It was not even fine degree. Damien was living quite well.

‘There is no need to go the difficult path unnecessarily.’

Tok tok, Galahad tapped the cigarette and nodded.

“I see.”

Galahad packed the water bottle and stood from the seat.

“No need for escort.”

Galahad who finished the calculation turned without hesitation.

*

Gwen urgently followed Galahad.

Galahad walked with seongkeum seongkeum without particular words. Because those legs are so long Gwen had to walk almost jumping.

‘Damien—.’

The appearance of Damien lying using the demon race’s leg as a pillow looked quite comfortable.

Although knowing that the demon race is a cursed existence, looking at such Damien Gwen’s heart became complicated.

Damien was really eating well and living well. Grease glistened on that face, and the stomach also came out convex. Along with that even heard the sound of young family head.

Looking at such Damien, Gwen could not know what to do. Is that place home to Damien.

“Are we just going like this?”

Gilbert shouted as if stuffy.

“Saying just going. Befitting Sir Gilbert sound.”

Gwen opened her mouth without knowing herself.

“But it seems living well though!”

Galahad’s gaze headed to Gwen. Those eyes were still indifferent.

“In the demon race’s arms? Funny sound. Will you also leave still looking at a plump baby pig rolling between wolves?”

Galahad’s eyes moved quickly. It examined up and down as if looking for something.

Gwen could not step back. Because she knew best how precious parents are to a child—.

“Damien said he dislikes.”

“First, Damien did not say he dislikes. He said no. The difference between the two is very clear.”

Galahad’s voice was full of firm conviction as always. Gwen softly relieved.

“Along with that as long as entered the Special Mission Unit one absolutely cannot go out until I permit. Because once Special Mission Unit is eternal Special Mission Unit. Ah, it is a story that also applies to you.”

Dalkkeurak. At the sound heard beside turning her head, the youngest Noad was shaking the helmet. At Gwen’s gaze that helmet stopped with a tuk—. It was a somehow blank youngest.

“Hmm, my calculation was wrong. That old man the guys call family head—. Quite a strong enemy. Because Damien became that smart. One has to change the method. First let’s do pruning.”

“Pruning you say?”

“Like this.”

Galahad’s finger pointed somewhere. Then the wall was long drawn. Between that there was a demon race with eyes opened round.

“First, it is one. Sir Gilbert.”

“Arrogant···!”

Before the demon race could even say something Gilbert’s sword cut the neck. Blood was long sprayed. There was not even a small hesitation in Gilbert’s sword.

“Well done, Sir Gilbert. This, I said no need for escort though.”

“Foolish humans always cause problems.”

A voice was heard from the opposite side. It was the demon race who guided the way earlier. The demon race drew the sword and aimed at Galahad.

Even looking at Gwen who does not know the sword it was a flashy and stylish sword.

Behind the demon race neatly dressed ones came out. The number was many to the extent the corridor fills. At the stinging felt on the skin Gwen gulped saliva.

“Will you quietly become a sacrifice.”

The demon race asked politely while looking at Galahad.

“Sacrifice?!”

At the demon race’s gaze Gwen hurriedly hid behind Galahad.

“Will you explain?”

The fire of the cigarette softly illuminated Galahad’s face. Expressionless. That finger flicked with a tak tak. The mouth muttered something softly.

“Hmm, although it is clear a stupid human cannot understand even if hearing, still because a good day I will do.”

“Thank you. As expected Proxel.”

The man raised his hand. The ones holding swords stopped as is. It was a subtle confrontation.

“The guy is what Proxel made······.”

Then, Galahad flicked his finger.

A small sound was all.

A small fire flew toward the demon race.

At that the demon race urgently swung the sword.

The demon race’s sword stabbed the fire.

Kwaaaaang!

The fire roughly burst. The enlarged fire long spewed and swallowed the demon race and the ones behind that at once.

Hot heat fully swept the corridor.

“Keuaaaaaak!!”

A terrible scream burst belatedly.

The smell of meat burning stabbed the nose.

······!

In the place where the fire disappeared there was no demon race.

Only pitch black ash was all.

Heavy silence settled.

“You have too many words.”

Galahad muttered while tapping the cigarette.

‘Wasn’t it that I asked—?’

Gazes full of astonishment headed to Galahad.

At that Galahad squinted his eyes.

“Not working?”

At that scolding—.

“Knight— Gilbert—!”

Gilbert’s sword blazed blue.

****

“The below is noisy.”

The old man lightly swept below and clicked his tongue.

Anyway these days things have no refinement.

‘I thought the guy was a bit different.’

As expected human. The old man furrowed his eyebrows.

‘The smell was strong.’

The old man muttered while recalling the guy called Galahad. It was a guy whose smell was thick to the extent even the old man is confused.

Certainly the ones sent last time were worth being hit.

However, that was all.

‘We are Proxel.’

Proxel never loses in the area.

Although a temporarily made area because branched, still Proxel.

There was no way to lose.

Originally he was thinking of processing in front of Damien the moment facing. It was to cut the last remaining human’s string to Damien.

However, the guy called Galahad was quite picky. Along with that that guy wearing a stupid helmet behind the guy—. one could not grasp the guy.

Because of that he sent the guy back.

Already the situation that became noisy because of the stupid Vans family. If making the matter larger here one might draw the ruler’s gaze.

If becoming so everything might overturn.

So sent back—.

‘A stupid human not knowing his place and causing a problem.’

The old man furrowed his eyes.

Then—.

A subtle emptiness was felt.

At that the old man urgently unfolded authority.

This—.

‘Helsington disappeared?’

The old man’s eyes furrowed.

Faster than the old man’s expectation—.

The old man turned his head.

“Is the preparation far!”

“Finished.”

At the report heard beside the old man stood from the seat.

The child where disgusting smell and sweet smell mixed exactly half, Damien was looking up at the old man.

In that gaze an unwelcome energy was mixed.

“Get up.”

Damien blankly stood. Although somewhat picky because half mixed with dirty human blood, eventually Damien also had Proxel’s blood flowing.

One could not defy the old man’s words.

Kwaang!

A roar burst again. The old man’s eyes fully furrowed. Impatience rose.

To think of feeling impatience myself—.

The old man’s glabella deepened.

“First, let’s do inheritance.”

The old man held Damien’s nape.

“If finishing inheritance that arrogant human guy, the guy grumbling as ruler, even the main house guys who dared to chase me will all bend to Proxel.”

At the old man’s recitation the demon race who reported deeply bowed his head.

Kkorreuk—.

Then, a large sound was made from Damien’s stomach.

‘Fed that much, again?’

The old man fully furrowed his eyes.

For perfect inheritance one had to erase lingering.

However—.

Kwaaaaang!

Emptiness rushed again.

In the meantime the number reduced one more.

‘Again?!’

Although not perfect—.

‘It is just hunger. This degree is fine.’

Because the old man’s blood is thicker than this half-penny.

Kwaaaaang!

The old man’s steps became a bit faster.

Kkorreuk! Kkorreuk!