The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Chapter 404

63. Knights of the Silver Prince (11)

“I have served the blood king’s successor all my life. Not only your father, but also your grandfather took good care of me.”

Between the wrinkled eyelids of the old man, clear eyes flashed. Mr. Halman stared at me in silence.

“Thanks to that, I can tell just by looking at it. Whether this person has a great lineage, and if so, how thick the blood is. You can tell just by looking at them.” “My childhood friend had that. The Eye of Zaharkar. I recognized the color at a glance, so deep that it was impossible to confuse it.”

“You mean not now?”

“Never, never. There can be no doubt that the eyes that hold warmth while reminiscing about childhood are Zaharkar’s

.”

As already mentioned, this old man whose age is unfathomable is the one who has been by Zahakar’s side for the rest of his life. Even if I pretended to be disabled by showing off my poor acting skills, I wouldn’t be able to fool him.

“So”

So I just decided to be blatant.

“What do you want to say?”

“…Hmm. That’s what I want to say.”

Mr. Halman shook his head with a smile on his face.

“What can I say to you, Mr. It’s just amazing.”

“What?”

“It is surprising that someone who is less like Zahakar than anyone else is more like Zahakar than anyone else.”

In my mind, ‘What kind of bullshit is that?’ I wanted to scold him, but since the other person was so elderly, I conveyed the same meaning through my eyes instead of my mouth.

As if he had read my eyes, Mr. Halman continued talking while dragging himself.

“He looks exactly like Ireland’s first blood knight, and he possesses skills that are unrivaled among his peers and blood-sculpting skills worthy of direct descent. And even a reputation covered in blood… Where could a man more like Zaharkar be found?”

“Are you upstairs? The old master.”

“Huh, are you referring to the Count?”

“yes.”

He laughed out loud, as if he had heard a funny joke, then suddenly took on a serious expression.

“Your father is the returned blood king, the head of the Zaharkar family, and the owner of the black snakes. You cannot call someone who is Zaharkar himself Zaharkar.”

“……Ah yes.”

Seeing his reaction, I roughly agreed. Because arguing with a fanatic is stupid.

In any case, the conversation with Mr. Halman convinced me of two things.

The first was that Count Akele had great authority in the family, and the second was that no matter what the eyes looked like, they couldn’t deny that I was a man from Zaharkar.

“The old man’s house has become a long mess…. How is your body, young boy?”

It’s like that just by calling him a young master. I may have some suspicions, but I don’t think they noticed that I’m not a phoenix, so I’m not a pure phoenix.

“…what.” As I organized my thoughts like that, I inadvertently turned my arm, but the shattered shoulder was fine. It wasn’t just the shoulder, but not a single wound from Count Akele remained.

“Why is this fine?”

To be precise, I was not fine, so my body felt light as if I could fly.

The old man was attracted to my questionable eyes.

“The black snakes offered their blood to you.”

” ah.”

Injecting another blood mage’s blood into the original blood mage is extremely dangerous. This is because magical blood could collide with each other, or one side could eat the other, and even if not, all sorts of side effects could occur.

However, when it comes to people of the same blood, things change.

This is because blood imbued with magical powers of similar or virtually identical nature acts like a cure for each other. In particular, if you have a lot of magic and are pure like Heila, it shows more powerful efficacy than any magic potion or elixir.

Knowing the context roughly, I burst out laughing.

“Ha Myeong-saek gave out all his blood bags to me as a son. Be thankful too.”

High-ranking officials in Zahakar and Baluin used to keep blood knights close by. In other words, it’s like having a potion that acts as an escort and walks around.

I guess that the reason why the descendants of the twin royal family consider the act of sharing blood sacred was to prevent those who play the role of the blood bag from wasting blood in useless places.

“Looking at you joking,

you seem really fine.”

Mr. Halman was consistently intrigued.

No, I’m not hiding it on purpose. Every time I say or do something, my eyes light up as if I’m looking at a strange animal.

“If you do, go now.”

“song? Where are you?”

“I need to see the Count. You didn’t solve the problem properly, did you?”

“…You want me to meet that man again? Are you kidding me?”

“Heh heh, it can’t be. There was an order from the Count to send the boy up as soon as he wakes up.”

“ruler. The Count doesn’t like to wait.”

I jumped up and looked around the room. Then the old man added words as if teasing.

“I left that magic sword that emits cold air with the blood knights downstairs. The armor will be sent as soon as it is repaired.”

“I advise you with all my heart, this time be polite and try to keep the conversation going. If you want to save your life.”

X arm.

What was it? There was such a word in the law of war. The one who knows how to distinguish when he can fight and when he can’t fight wins… Was it?

I can’t remember the exact sentence, but anyway, you have to look for a place to lie down and stretch your legs. In life, you have to know when to keep your head down.

So, the reason I am sitting quietly with my eyes closed right now is not cowardice, but wisdom.

“Tell me sometime.”

Count Akele, who was sitting across from the small table, asked a question with his chin resting on his chin.

“What the hell happened to you to have such blurry eyes?”

…Speaking like an old bastard.

I’m not emotionless like other blood relatives, but I don’t have the same handicap as Fritz, so I tried to answer in a calm and respectful tone.

“I don’t like it.”

The bloodbath stared at me with an expressionless face. On the surface, it’s just a calm gaze, but if it’s a criminal, it contains momentum that will make your hamstrings go numb just by facing it.

“…Actually, it’s not that I don’t like it, but I don’t really have anything to say.”

“You have nothing to say?” “yes.”

At that silent gaze demanding an explanation, I began to pick up the words I had prepared in advance.

“It’s not because something happened, it’s just how it was.”

“…what nonsense is that?”

“Because it was literally like this.”

“Say it right. Three inches before I cut out my tongue.”

The Count growled and bluffed, but I gave a small snort.

“If the father had no interest in his son, would you say such a thing?”

“Hmm, it looks like you’re less spirited.”

“Anyone the size of a count doesn’t try to solve the problem with words and tries to get out his fist first? You’re not doing this to your subordinates or the people, right?”

It seems that I am not angry because I am dumbfounded.

The count’s face was almost the same, but thanks to the experience he gained through Heila, his expression could be roughly read.

“Father- No, Your Excellency might not have known because he wasn’t interested, but I was originally like this.”

I’m saying it shamelessly, but what can I do? that this is true

“but. Even if you were interested, you probably didn’t know.”

It seems to have succeeded in attracting interest. Count Akele was quietly listening to my words.

“My father wouldn’t know why he kept dying flowers, he wouldn’t know why he was snooping down the promenade early in the morning, and he wouldn’t know why he was hiding under the castle walls and weaving.”

The Count’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

“You mean Ayla.”

“…what did you know?”

“You say you suddenly left Tow’s Den for such a stupid reason?”

Maybe it’s because of the mention of Ayla, it feels like my voice is being suppressed around the time of Myungchi. This is the thrill I feel as Phoenix, not Kim Seung-soo.

Unknowingly, I smiled wryly.

“It may seem stupid to my father, but at that time, I couldn’t sit still because I was a sucker for my family and blood relatives. Just looking at those expressionless faces makes me sick to my stomach.”

Count Akele’s gaze was fixed on me, but somehow he seemed lost in thought.

He opened his mouth after a silence that was neither short nor long.

“…I can’t believe it. Are you saying you can become a mutant?”

“What is a mutation? Don’t you know what mutation means?”

“what?”

“Actually, that’s true, unlike my father, my mother is fine-”

Ureung.

Oh, what a surprise.

The air shuddered with the sudden pulsation of magic power. The momentum accompanying the magical energy weighed heavily on the entire room.

In the center, the fresh blood spoke in a cold voice.

“Shut up. You have no right to talk about her.”

Mouth opens wide

This is pure crazy bastard

I was so dumbfounded that I burst into laughter, forgetting the sudden tightening of my breath.

“You don’t deserve it? to me?”

“Yes. If you don’t keep your mouth shut-”

“What the hell are you so twisted about?”

Was it even embarrassing? The count narrowed his forehead. I took advantage of the gap and poured out the words.

“If a son can’t talk about his mother, who the hell is going to answer? You’ve never seen your mother’s face, so shut up. What are you talking about?”

“The guy who came out after eating his mother”

“Who catches and eats them? If you’re wrong, it’s your fault for watching with your eyes open when your mother passed away. What’s wrong with a baby who doesn’t know anything? Seriously, why the heck do you train blood? On the subject of not being able to save a single person.” Rumble!

The magic power got stronger and the momentum became a piercing wind. On the contrary, Count Akele’s eyes were more sunken.

“O”

…X-arm was so excited that I just screamed. It’s not easy to control yourself, probably because you met someone related to phoenix.

Even as I stiffened my body with tension, time passed. However, the fresh blood, which looked like it would attack at any moment, clad in iron-blooded armor, sat still without moving.

Huung.

how much time has passed The pressure that made it difficult to breathe disappeared without a trace.

I couldn’t understand why, so I kept my eyes fixed and Count Akele quietly closed his eyes.

A silence that felt several times heavier than before fell between him and me.

After a minute or an hour passed, the bloodbath slowly opened its eyes.

“Stop talking nonsense and get to the point.”

It’s a rare thing. His expression, eyes, voice, and posture are the same, but somehow Count Akelle looks small.

“Tell me about your eccentricities after leaving Ireland.”

“……yes.”

Perhaps I was overwhelmed by the calm atmosphere, and I nodded my head in a daze.