Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Adolescence

‘Inheritance.’

Galahad shook the blood on his hand.

What he found out from the demon race was fragmentary information.

It was all the story that the old man will do inheritance to Damien. If asking more than that the head bursts.

‘Quite an ominous word.’

It was not that unfamiliar a word.

‘It seems the act the guy was doing. Was it Suhan.’

Suhan was an agent whose evaluation was quite good. There was even a rumor of raising orphans with a gentle impression.

At that Galahad investigated the guy. Because when taking care of orphans here most intentions were impure.

Unexpectedly the guy’s house was clean. Nowhere the trace of an orphan was seen.

Galahad carefully examined the guy’s house, and soon found a huge magic circle underground. It was a red magic circle, and on that there were small corpses. It was tightly dried corpses.

The guy was stronger than information. Of course, it was not to the extent of becoming Galahad’s opponent.

The content of the incident was quite ordinary.

The guy gathered orphans and separately taught magic. It was not that he taught a lot. He only taught to the extent of reading necessary characters and moving mana.

And—.

‘Absorbed mana.’

The guy absorbed the children’s mana. It was the reason the guy was stronger than the record. The guy expressed as inheritance.

A funny story. Not giving from above to below, yet inheritance—.

Galahad retired the guy.

The reason was illegal magic lecture. That side had higher punishment than kidnapping and killing orphans.

‘The origin of magic is the demon race—.’

Galahad tok tok— flicked his finger and dug the memory.

Because an interesting magic circle he still remembered. The magic circle was quite crude. Looking now it seemed because imitating the demon race’s.

‘If a demon race—.’

Galahad recombined the magic circle in the memory.

‘It is the thought of absorbing blood.’

Although cannot know accurately, it seemed using Proxel’s authority.

But Damien is half Proxel, half prostitute.

There was no way inheritance is intact.

Then—.

“Uwek—.”

“Lady Gwen, are you okay? Please try drinking this a bit. Good for the inside.”

Dalkkeurak.

Noisy noise broke Galahad’s thoughts.

“Captain, these guys continuously come out.”

Gilbert asked while shaking his hand. Behind that the corpses of demon races with necks cut rolled.

“Strange.”

“Yes?”

“Even if killing the demon race’s power does not noticeably reduce. According to calculation it should reduce in proportion but—.”

“Isn’t it that the captain is wrong?”

“Sorry but, there is no case I am wrong.”

At Galahad’s firm words Gilbert swallowed dry saliva. It was amazing how one can have such conviction.

“Even if killing the demon race that power does not reduce. Rather it seems the density rises. Why?”

Galahad who was examining the surroundings suddenly realized that the stain on the wall is strange.

That was ash at a glance, but the stain was quite thick.

Exactly as if someone deliberately applied—.

“Ah, that was it.”

“What.”

“This mansion is also Proxel. Quite used the head.”

“The mansion is Proxel? What is that sound?”

“Sir Gilbert, you do not feel ashamed of learning. Really a good attitude.”

Gilbert recalled Galahad’s words for a moment. Is it praise?

“Look at the wall. There are stains here and there. Although looking like simple stains—. Try tasting.”

Gilbert took off the leather glove and scratched the wall with his finger. A small stain like dust stuck on the finger.

“Tue—! Damn! Doesn’t a damn taste come!”

“Correct. This is a wall made with the demon race’s corpse. It would be the Proxel family’s demon race.”

“Is it the sound of making with one’s own ancestor’s corpse? Crazy demon race guys—.”

“Isn’t it smart? Here even if killing the demon race it seems absorbed into the mansion. Is it authority about the area. This is first seen.”

“······Yes?”

Galahad brushed the disheveled hair.

The mansion was also Proxel.

‘Sent obediently. It was that he was confident.’

Even if burning the demon race with fire it seemed absorbed into the mansion.

It was not a good sign.

One strange point remained.

‘Why doesn’t the old man step forward directly?’

No matter how the mansion absorbs, there was no way that efficiency is perfect.

Yet the old man did not step forward.

‘Disliking using power?’

Is Galahad scary? It was not such a look.

Proxel was a large organization in the city. The reason the old man who is the head of such an organization dislikes stepping forward—.

‘Is it because of the guy called ruler.’

The rumors about the demon race called ruler who rules the city were diverse.

Among them the most famous was one.

The target that draws the ruler’s interest disappears regardless of demon race and human—.

Although rumors are bound to be exaggerated, there was a need to be careful.

Galahad slightly turned his gaze. Adrianne was staring at Galahad.

Adrianne was killing power as much as possible. Because of Galahad’s request.

If by any chance Adrianne steps forward, one might draw the ruler’s gaze—.

‘A guy even the old man fears.’

Galahad put the cigarette in his mouth.

He raised the risk about the ruler more.

If the old man is guarding and giving his own flesh to that degree, it was correct to avoid the ruler’s intervention.

Just processing Proxel here the fatigue was considerable. One had to be careful as much as possible.

‘One has to save Adrianne.’

At that Galahad calculated again.

There were two clues.

The first was that the old man’s purpose is inheritance to Damien.

The second clue was that the mansion is also Proxel.

Galahad combined the two clues. Soon one method rose.

“This time one has to believe Damien.”

Saying the words the inside of the mouth was dry. Unfortunately Galahad was not a personality who believes and entrusts others.

‘The concept of inheritance would be similar.’

Galahad looked at Gwen. Gwen was still retching.

“Yes? Believing the kid?”

“Right. Still one cannot stay still. One has to help a bit—.”

“How do we help?”

“It is catching the demon race. The problem is even if catching the demon race the power goes over to the mansion. To cut this—. It would take quite time.”

“Why doing so?”

“Didn’t I explain just now. Sir Gilbert.”

“No, that is not—.”

Gilbert dryly countered.

At that Galahad squinted his eyes.

“Although I know you are one confident in learning, sometimes shame is also needed.”

At Galahad’s pointing Gilbert shook his head.

“No, if the mansion is the problem—.”

At Gilbert speaking to the end Galahad squinted his eyes.

However, at the following Gilbert’s words he softly admired.

“Isn’t it fine just destroying the mansion?”

It was a stupid sound befitting Gilbert.

‘Let’s destroy the mansion.’

Although a truly stupid method—.

‘Certainly effective.’

Galahad nodded.

“Sir Gilbert, you are a broken clock.”

“Yes? I am a knight though.”

“I did not know that. Come, then let’s destroy the mansion.”

“If knowing it would be like this, I should have brought a hammer.”

At grumbling Gilbert Galahad laughed thickly.

“Ah, there is a hammer here!”

Tom took out a large hammer.

At the focused gazes Tom laughed awkwardly as if making an excuse.

“There was a guy using a hammer. Because it seemed necessary I packed.”

“It is a joke. The sword is also sufficient.”

Gilbert reluctantly shook his head. At that Tom shook the hammer.

“Then do we destroy all?”

Gilbert who fully raised aura asked.

Galahad nodded.

****

“The below is noisy?”

“There is an intruder.”

“Is it the Vans guys?”

“No, they say human.”

“Don’t bullshit.”

“I also heard.”

At the blunt reaction gourmet Bern furrowed his eyes.

Is it that real humans invaded? How did they enter?

Even if entered—.

“Entering the Proxel mansion with one’s own feet? Are they crazy guys.”

Bern reluctantly muttered.

The Proxel family were peculiar guys. Proxel used a bizarre power. Although the demon race all used bizarre powers, the Proxel family was more unique.

Especially in the mansion the power became stronger. The story that an upper-rank demon race entered the Proxel mansion and disappeared as is was famous.

Yet entering the mansion with one’s own feet—.

“Crazy guys.”

“Right. Still looking at one skill? Looking at being noisy until now.”

Lakran said while yawning long. As her words a roar continuously burst from below.

Quite enduring well. Bern nodded.

Then, the roar stopped. After a long time silence came.

“It seems ended. How much passed?”

Bern urgently confirmed the hourglass.

“I won?”

Bern shook the mana clock. The color was yellow. It was the signal that it shook twice.

“They were trivial guys.”

“Haha, do not vent anger on a strange place.”

At Lakran fully furrowing her face Bern laughed with a heuheu—.

“A bet is a bet.”

“Tch, I clearly said guys who fight well.”

Lakran reluctantly answered and released the pauldron. At the white skin revealed there Bern gulped— saliva.

“Just one bite.”

“Understood.”

Bern took out the fork and knife at the waist. Lakran held out her own neck. It was a common bet of gourmets.

Then—.

The wall vibrated a little. Bern and Lakran’s gazes returned at the same time.

Lakran held the sword hilt. Bern also urgently drew the sword.

The wall roughly broke. Broken fragments fully bounced and blocked the vision.

Between that—.

“Knight— Gilbert—!”

An ugly knight jumped out. The aura lingering on the knight’s sword shone brilliantly.

Bern held out the sword. Lakran familiarly assisted Bern.

That moment—.

Cool pain was felt from the shoulder.

‘When?’

Very sharp ice was stuck in Bern’s shoulder.

How sharp Bern’s armor was pierced.

Because the thickness is thin it was not threatening. However, that stuck position was the problem. Exactly the exquisite part of the muscle’s joint.

Bern’s sword instantly slowed. Although a moment close to a moment, on the front line a moment was a long time to the extent of deciding victory or defeat.

“Cowardly—!”

The ugly knight’s sword accurately aimed at the gap.

Bern’s head rose into the air.

The vision floated up. It turned with a binggeul—. A knight wearing a stupid helmet and Lakran mixing swords was seen.

Even though the opponent has no aura Lakran’s sword was pushed. Blood long spewed from Lakran’s revealed nape. It was the usual sharp ice.

Again an exquisite position. Instantly Lakran’s movement stopped—.

Lakran’s head rose into the air. The stupid helmet bowed her head with a bob. Exactly as if paying courtesy.

The freed vision continuously turned.

Beyond the ugly knight one man was seen. A man putting a cigarette in his mouth and expressionlessly flicking his hand—.

The man who met eyes with Bern waved his hand.

‘Demon race···?’

The vision that rose went down. Subsequently it turned. At that the back was seen.

The ugly knight swung the sword toward the wall. Brilliant aura cut the wall whole. Truly a stupid aura.

Between the split wall there was a neatly dressed demon race. The demon race opened his mouth with a jjeok—.

“Since caught six, now six remain.”

“Isn’t it eight?”

“Hmm, Sir Gilbert just swing the sword.”

A bizarre conversation was Bern’s last.

****

Kwaaaaang!

‘What is this—.’

The old man looked below and fully furrowed his face. On that face there was no leisure unlike before.

Kwaaaaang!

Because of the roar continuously heard.

Although urging the guys’ giving up, he also expected that the guys might resist by any chance.

From the beginning human.

However, here was Proxel’s mansion.

No matter how the guys struggle there was no way to lose.

Yet—.

‘The guys are also destroying the mansion.’

The guys were attacking the mansion.

Destroying that large mansion from below—. the old man was speechless.

However, effective.

‘Noticed this?’

Even if noticed to think of destroying the mansion itself—.

‘Aren’t you afraid of the ruler?’

Stupid human guys—. disgust rose on the old man’s face.

Although stupid an effective method. Even now the power was reducing in real time.

The old man exhaled breath and suppressed the urgency.

The mansion did not matter.

Because he will return to the main house again.

He will twist the neck of the guy who dared to chase him, and reclaim the main house.

Now the mansion did not matter.

The old man looked down below.

Blood was fully filled to the waist. Below that there was Damien. Damien as always was blankly opening his mouth and looking up.

Kkorreureuk!

‘Fed that much, already saying the stomach is hungry?’

The old man was speechless. It was Damien who even ate the food in the castle all mobilized and more airlifted.

Yet saying hungry again—.

‘Could not perfectly erase the human part.’

It twisted quite from the plan.

However—.

Kwaaaaaaang!

The situation was not good. Even now the old man’s power was rapidly consuming in real time.

From the beginning Damien was a half-penny.

Even the last remaining was just hunger.

Compared to the great work the old man possesses it was low and weak.

“Start.”

The old man cut his wrist against Damien’s top. Blood roughly sprayed from the scar.

Damien gaped and received and drank. Soon it overflowed around Damien’s mouth. Damien’s eyes that were always loosened became intense.

The old man unfolded authority. The consciousness of the Proxels in the mansion connected.

‘···Why is the number this small?’

At the power less than expected the old man was momentarily flustered.

The number being small was not a problem. If dying inside the mansion, absorbed into the mansion and comes to the family head the old man so—.

The problem was that that power was quite small. It was clear the guys destroying the mansion influenced.

Impatience rose again.

“We are Proxel.”

The old man said while looking at blank Damien.

It was an oppressive voice as if dozens of voices overlapped.

There was power in the old man’s voice.

That Proxel could not defy.

Damien’s eyes half loosened.

“We are Proxel.”

The old man declared again. Damien’s head largely shook.

Ash color aura rose riding Damien’s hand.

The old man who saw that had eyes large as if tearing.

Clearly ash color. Also aura—.

‘Surely was it real.’

Ash color aura—.

That was a legend left by a high-rank demon race whose hundred eyes were pulled out.

‘Somehow the main house particularly cared—.’

It was an unexpected harvest. At the same time anxiety rushed.

If the blood is thicker than the old man?

‘There is no way.’

To be purer blood than the old man, the guy had to move. The guy mixing body with human does not make sense.

Along with that even if so, the guy was a half-penny.

The old man extended his hand, and held Damien’s forehead.

And declared.

“We are Proxel.”

Damien’s mouth slowly moved.

Blood flowed riding the gaping mouth.

Damien who vomited blood like that—.

“I am Damien though.”

Replied.

Instantly the old man’s face became pale.

Originally around now he should have lost consciousness.

Something went wrong.

Then, Damien’s mouth moved again.

“Hungry.”

Kkorreuk!

****

“How is this not collapsing?”

“It seems an engineering design.”

At Gilbert’s question Galahad laughed with a keul keul.

Destroyed all the mansion’s 1st floor and 2nd floor, yet the mansion did not collapse. Only the 3rd floor room remained, and it was a ridiculous form where stairs with only the foundation remaining support that.

‘Mana does not enter.’

Galahad’s mana could not pass the door.

It seemed whispering if curious come in and see.

At that Galahad held the door handle.

“Gwen, stick to me.”

“Yes? Yes!”

Gwen immediately stuck behind Galahad. Ppop, naturally the finger stuck into the back.

When opening the door a familiar smell tickled the nose.

It was blood smell. And that a very vicious blood smell—.

The inside was all red. Stretched red traces were full all around. Tightly dried skulls were scattered here and there.

There the old man was not there.

Only Damien was alone.

Galahad narrowed his eyes and examined Damien.

Damien was putting his hands behind his back.

It was not a good signal.

Damien’s gaze headed to Galahad.

Galahad who met eyes felt a chill. To think of feeling fear myself—. he hurriedly turned mana.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The pill of pain violently beat. The pill of pain revealed dense appetite. An intense impulse never felt until now rushed.

Then, Damien’s mouth opened.

“Uncivilized guys are eventually causing a matter.”

It was a voice full of senility. There were quite difficult words to Damien.

‘Became regrettable.’

Galahad’s eyes narrowed. He thought he shook sufficiently, but it seemed the old man’s low power is stronger than thought.

It was not unexpected. He also established a countermeasure.

Only a bit regrettable.

Then—.

“Damien! What is that bad words!”

Gwen sharply nagged.

Nagging in this situation—.

Damien’s body shook a little. The pupils momentarily became clear. Although a moment, Galahad did not miss.

‘This I did not expect.’

Galahad’s eyes narrowed.

“Damien, what did mother do?”

Asking so—.

“Prostitute.”

Damien’s mouth moved.

“This uncivilized guy—.”

The following Damien’s voice was senile.

Galahad who finished grasping the situation nodded.

“Come, the next mission is fixing Damien’s adolescence.”

Galahad turned to the members and put the cigarette in his mouth.

“Adolescence?”

“Yes, if a child adolescence naturally comes. Adolescence is a very important turning point, and an opportunity for growth.”

Gilbert raised his hand high.

“Speak, Sir Gilbert.”

“How do we fix adolescence?”

“That—.”

Galahad slightly stared at Damien.

Damien aimed at Galahad with the sword. That posture was considerable.

Above all ash color aura fully undulated on that sword.

“It is giving growing pains.”

The corners of Galahad’s mouth rose on their own.