Chapter 28
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 28: Vulgar Slaughter, Craven Survival. (6)
After the intense battle in the corridor. Lull visited along with cold silence.
“......”
I was standing in place. In front of eyes one larva sprawled with hideous appearance. It was Director who fought desperate struggle with me until just before. Guy was wriggling on floor with limbs flown away.
“Ue, eeee...”
Did his mind break. Red pupils with focus lost. Saliva flowing jiljil from mouth.
‘Well... won't be able to recover.’
Truly a mess. Limbs sliced, burns remained on whole body, teeth all broken. Besides mostly wounds inflicted by stake fragments. Even if consuming blood later, won't recover. Just have to live rest of life with such body.
‘Before that, might be executed in New Kingdom with charge of failing to protect ranch though...’
That wasn't my business. Just by keeping that alive, I exercised maximum patience.
“Dog bastard.”
Discovered guy’s workshop. Saw briefly, but scenery making stomach turn just with that. How diligently he played with them, not even easy to recognize those shapes are humans. They were displayed as Director’s ‘Works’. If there was more terrible point, was it point that all of them had breath attached barely.
“......”
Heard it. Faint sound of wind. Blood foam boiling in airway, breath vomited barely. That meaning must be three letters ‘Kill me’. Unable to make particular reaction, I crouched down touching brow.
‘Wouldn't it be better for this bastard to just die.’
Desire surged for a moment. However, soon a certain voice held sleeve.
-Muro-ya.-Teacher wants Muro to always trust.
Well.
-That anyone, can live again.
Whose stubbornness is this transmitted from again. Fold killing intent with effort. Right, no way human has right to kill human. After taking deep breath, I finished remaining work. Picked up fragment of stake I dropped.
‘......Right, this much is enough.’
Kwa-ak—.
Holding Director’s hair, sear two eyeballs with stake. Melt pupils so he cannot see front ever again. Even if couldn't kill, could punish. Guy didn't budge even at pain. After work finished, throw Director back on floor.
“Haa... tough, tough.”
Only then gasp for tired breath. Overdid it. Should have recognized myself is glass body of overall stats E-rank. Lungs were hot as if burned, eyes dizzy whether because spamming bugs. I slumped in seat until motion sickness subsided.
“Tsk, hurts.”
Fist throbbed. Did it crack perhaps. Price of being swept by emotion unlike me. Wriggling hand, I wiped sweat formed on forehead.
“Phew... still, is ranch occupation finished with this.”
Inside control room suppression finished. Outside besides that Carmilla would have handled well. Since remaining were only small fry, if it’s Carmilla would have handled all easily.
‘Carmilla... wonder if she’s okay a bit.’
Did they say tiger comes if talked about. Scary to worry for moment, silhouette snooping at end of corridor.
“Viktor.”
Silver hair disheveled albeit a little. That haggard looking red eyes. As eyes met, girl’s complexion brightens a little. Carmilla running as is examines my condition.
“Are you okay? Look very tired...”
“I am fine. Outside situation?”
“Just organized all.”
“Good work.”
“What... didn't Viktor do all hard work alone.”
“Impossible work if Princess wasn't there.”
Words shared shortly. I asked Carmilla implicitly.
“Are you okay a bit?”
“......No problem.”
Unlike answer, subsided gaze. Mind must be complicated. Peace her father wanted to protect. Eventually not achieved, just saw scenery shattered into pieces. Harmony with humans lost, she has no power to stop.
“......”
How to fathom that sense of helplessness. I just stroked Carmilla’s head carefully.
“Viktor...?”
“Admirable. Because Princess did best.”
“Suddenly what... Do you think this lady is a child.”
“Of course not. Just was proud.”
“......Clearly told not to stroke head too, stroking everyday.”
Carmilla grumbling so, but actually not refusing touch. I stroked silently a few more times. Disturbed atmosphere subsides a little.
“So, what is next?”
Voice asking next. Ranch occupation finished. Vampires spread inside facility also suppression finished just now.
“First... shall we rescue survivors.”
Dust off seat and stand up. Whole body muscles pulled, but no time to rest. Because night given to us was short.
“Let’s move.”
“Yes.”
Afterwards. Where our steps reached was, warehouse built largely.
“Seems to be here.”
“......Oh my god.”
Waiting for us inside were, people trapped in compartments. Poor environment. Iron cages of merely 1 pyeong scale attached closely up and down. Space filled with humans reminiscent of chicken coop. Each with limbs bound, being sucked blood by thick hose.
“Princess.”
“Understood.”
Carmilla stepping forward at my call. Thin fingertips unfold Blood Manipulation Art.
Clap—!
As clapping hands, flow of hose stops. Blood extraction device operating in ranch stopped. Not long after, people’s restraints are released.
“Everyone.”
“......”
I was standing in center of human chicken coop. Eyes spread everywhere. Without focus, gazes with even hope blurred. Reaching hand to each one of them open door.
“You have been rescued.”
Jalgeurak, cheolkeok—.
Would be at least 100 people. Whether because confined for too long time, people struggling even to move. At such times our capable Princess lent hand.
“Stand still.”
“Hik, hiiik... V, Vampire!”
“Still.”
“......”
One person terrified fully. However limbs stiffened, status unable to even run away. Above such man’s forehead, Carmilla’s finger touched.
“Ugh, eogeuk...?!”
“Will sting.”
Blood Manipulation Art. Accelerating whole body blood flow forcibly, unfolds stiffened body overall. Micro control. Unfolds control said to be difficult even for long-lived vampires. As expected Carmilla possessing natural talent in Blood Manipulation Art.
“Uh, uh uh...?”
Man’s physical condition recovers. Wasn't neat, but became degree able to walk limping. Others similarly too. Doors of iron cages opened in order. Someone came out of cage on own feet, someone received Carmilla’s help.
“C, Came out...?”
“How about other vampires...”
“Dying? Surely trying to dispose?”
“Person wearing mask over there, seems human like us...”
“Earlier clearly said we were rescued too...”
Uwangjawang—.
People confused as expected. As expected difficult to accept in instant. Well, since those struggling in despair until just before.
“Everyone.”
Besides on our side there is even Carmilla. Vampire who bullied them so much, girl sharing same species as them. Would be difficult to believe with first impression.
“All finished. Because we came to save you.”
State terrified one and all. Thus, I stepped forward. Had to reassure them.
“Bad vampires were all handled.”
Mention repeatedly content people would be reassured. Important thing here is, making them feel they are ‘being protected’. Then need to make up words a bit.
“We are vampire hunters belonging to Slayers. Active secretly in shadow of continent, helping those swept in terrible incidents like you.”
“S, Slayers...?”
“Yes, organization continued lineage from ancient vampire hunters. In charge of vampire related incidents/accidents. Today grasped location of this [Ranch] and injected to perform mission. Mission here means, facility demolition and survivor rescue.”
“O, Organization? Rescue...?”
“Correct.”
Originally human is, existence obtaining comfort from something bigger. Rather than just two of us invaded, thinking help of some much huge group will be more reassuring.
“You are safe now.”
““......””
People’s expressions change little by little. Tired mind and body. Organization appeared to rescue them in such midst. If ordinary person, situation inevitable to rely unconditionally.
“I am Slayers Vice Captain, Garlic. Will take responsibility for your rescue and safe return.”
Appeal that I am figure of high rank within such organization. At same time treat those I saved politely. Situation is, overlap of various elements. My voice already seized people. Fear they were captured seemed to subside a lot.
“Slayers? First time hearing?”
“Organization active secretly...?”
“R, Really rescued? Can live!”
“Oh my god! Uheuk, euheuk... Mom, I’m going home.”
“Already couldn't see daughter for 3 months. Can return only now...?”
Now people soaked in joy rather than fear. Someone sticks out among sobbing people. Unlike sagging clothes, man wearing heavy armor.
“Wait...”
“Hmm?”
“Affiliation of Frontier Knight Order. 3rd Knight, Kantas.”