Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Translator: Penny
Chapter 31
Six Fingers 4
"Hmm, now that's a much more convincing stance," Agron said with a satisfied smile, nodding in approval.
"Ugh... Hngh..."
Despite his broken bones and mangled muscles, Breaker forced himself to maintain the pose, enduring Agron's critique.
"Do you understand, Breaker? Your weight must always be centered on your hind legs," Agron explained, pressing his fingers firmly into Breaker's right leg, which was extended behind him.
"Aaaah!"
The thigh muscle ruptured.
Breaker clutched his right leg and collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony.
He had dismissed Agron as just another pompous noble, only to discover he was a monstrous creature in human disguise.
Breaker felt a chilling premonition that he would die here, subjected to unspeakable torture.
"W-what do you want?! I-I've done enough already...!"
"We still have a long way to go, Breaker. You can't defeat Wolfgang with just this. Let me help you."
"Fucking bastard...! J-just kill me already!"
"Hmm, the path of a warrior is often worse than death. This pain will make you stronger."
Agron hooked his fingers between Breaker's collarbones and yanked upward.
"Ugh...!"
"This usually works well to wake people up. It's also useful for detecting fakers."
"A-a demon... a demon..."
"Hmm? I'm sorry, but with your current skills, you can't defeat a demon. From our last fight, they seem stronger than Troll Warriors."
"W-what?"
"If you want, I can train you until you're strong enough to defeat demons."
Agron grabbed Breaker's arm, lifting it to eye level with his palm facing Breaker's face.
"Good. This is what we call a guard. Don't lower your arm."
"W-wait a─ Khaaaack!"
Crack!
With a single left-handed punch, Agron shattered the radius and ulna bones in Breaker's right arm.
"Don't lower your arm! You can endure this!"
"S-stop...! Stop!" Breaker screamed, tears streaming down his face.
With each swing of Agron's fist, flesh and muscle were pulverized, bones snapped, and fragments tore through the skin.
"You're doing well! I have potions, so let's repeat today's training ten more times!"
"...??"
Breaker collapsed to the ground, speechless with shock.
Agron tilted his head and approached him.
"I-I'll tell you the truth... So, please stop killing me..."
"What truth are you talking about?"
"O-our Leader knows a lot about your family..." Breaker stammered, his expression half-dazed.
"So what?"
"It means he received a commission... before."
"..."
"He might have been involved in the murder of the Count and Countess... cough!"
Agron seized Breaker by the throat and lifted him high into the air.
"Is this true?"
Breaker realized that Agron hadn't once emitted any killing intent toward him until now. But now, a blade-sharp killing intent was radiating from Agron's body, directed straight at him.
"I-it's true... Because the Leader was watching you... he knew your plans in advance..."
"Where are they?"
"Hey, there's an abandoned church... below the ridge where we're hunting the Herb Tiger..." Breaker gasped, barely managing to answer.
"You're not involved in this?"
"N-no, absolutely not..."
"I see. I'll show you mercy."
"Th-thank you..."
Agron set him down on the ground and twisted his head with lightning speed.
A sharp crack echoed as Breaker's body slowly collapsed.
"Hey, you're really strong, right?" Lawrence—no, Torrence—asked, looking at his opponent.
Elena didn't bother to answer. Instead, she gracefully lifted her teacup.
"Hey! Even if you're not a citizen of the Kingdom, you should at least answer when a prince asks you something..."
"Would you believe me if I chopped you into pieces right here?" Elena spat out the chilling words without even making eye contact, causing Lawrence to flinch in terror.
"You've got a pretty face, but your words are worse than a butcher's. Do you talk to Agron like that too?"
"Foolish question, blood clot. I always speak respectfully to my Master."
"Then why not to me...?"
"Because you're a scrawny weakling with less manliness than an eyelash."
These rude, insolent brats! Lawrence seethed inwardly, chanting to himself, I'm holding back because she's a woman.
A commotion erupted near the entrance.
"Do you think the Demon Lord is watching us?"
"How the hell would I know, you crazy bitch?!"
"The Demon Lord will hate Saiki. She's got a rag in her mouth."
"Shut up, Temurin! You lunatic!"
The group, who had been enjoying tea in the mansion's garden, turned their heads toward the noise.
Approaching them were two girls: one an incredibly young-looking East Asian girl and the other a Western girl.
"Hey, hey! An assassin really came!"
"I can see that too, you blood clot."
Lawrence leaped up from his seat and hid behind Elena, while Elena calmly continued sipping her tea, unfazed.
"Are those our targets for today, Saiki?"
"Yeah, those two."
"Today's prey must be offered to the Demon Lord. Their beauty will surely please him."
"What? You crazy bitch! We have to take her alive!" Saiki snapped, her voice laced with irritation.
Temurin frowned. "Why? I want to kill her."
"She's a Low-Grade Vampir! The Leader specifically ordered us to bring her back alive."
"What use is a Low-Grade Vampir? Is she going to be the Demon Lord's dinner?"
"Who knows? Maybe we'll use her as a slave?"
Elena's expression shifted for the first time as she listened to their exchange.
"How did you know I was a Vampir?"
"You're with that Jacob guy, right? You showed up right after our comrades who were performing the Vampir summoning ritual died!"
Elena tapped the table with her crimson-painted nails, tap, tap.
If Jacob investigated further, he might uncover House Veilain.
But even if he investigated House Veilain or Agron, he wouldn't find out about Ananta's murder in the cave or the fact that they had captured a Vampir.
That left only one possibility.
"So, you've been spying on the Count's House for a while now, haven't you?"
"You're surprisingly sharp for someone who looks like you! Did you see that, Temurin? That's why they want to enslave her—she's too smart!"
"Yeah, I saw. But she's so pretty it's annoying. What if the Demon Lord only looks at her and not me?"
"What do you mean 'what if'? We'll just smash her face in and take her anyway."
"What about that ordinary-looking man in the corner?" Temurin asked, pointing to Lawrence, who was trembling behind Elena.
"Him... do whatever you want with him."
"Hehehe, alright!"
Temurin and Saiki shot forward like arrows.
"I-I taste terrible! Please spare me!" Lawrence screamed, cowering with his arms covering his head.
Elena watched him with disdain and snapped her fingers.
Snap!
In an instant, a stream of blood shot into the air, coalescing into a long, crimson spear.
"Heh heh heh! Useless!"
Temurin effortlessly dodged the spear hurtling toward him and swung his claw at Elena. The claw, a hook-shaped assassination weapon resembling an animal's talon, whistled through the air.
Whoosh!
"Huh?"
But her claw sliced through empty air, finding no purchase.
"Behind you, Temurin!" Saiki shouted.
Temurin twisted around, but it was too late. Elena's fingernails had already pierced his torso.
"Gah... huff... huff!"
"With reflexes that slow, what kind of assassin are you?" Elena sneered, tossing Temurin's trembling corpse to the ground and licking the blood from her fingers.
"Ha ha! You're finished now!"
But Saiki, witnessing this, burst into mocking laughter.
"What?"
"If it's a Vampir, of course we expected it to feed on our blood! Temurin and I are Poison Blades! Why do you think the Organization ordered us to capture you?!"
The term "Poison Blade" referred both to blades coated in poison and to a tribe that cultivated poison within their bodies.
Temurin and Saiki's bodies flowed with poison, allowing them to assassinate targets through their saliva or blood.
This poison was so potent that just a few drops could kill even a bear.
"How about it? Want to live? If you do, kneel and crawl over here. Then I'll give you the antidote!"
Sad that Temurin died? Don't be ridiculous.
Members of the assassination organization were constantly being replaced.
Saiki knew all too well that anyone who mourned the death of a comrade was simply next in line for the coffin.
"Poison Blade," she muttered.
"I'll teach you what happens when a mere Low-Grade Vampir dares to defy a human. Crawl over here now! Or shall I carve up that pretty face of yours with my claws?"
"Unnecessary," Elena replied.
Elena snapped her fingers again.
Temurin's corpse drained completely of blood, which then coalesced into dozens of razor-sharp daggers.
"What... why are you still standing? Aren't you in pain? By now, you should be vomiting blood and writhing on the ground...?"
"Humans not only rank Vampirs but dare to call me Low-Grade?" Elena's lips curled into a bitter smile.
In that instant, Saiki sensed an overwhelming surge of magical power and fury emanating from her opponent.
"Ugh!"
Instinctively, she kicked off the ground, trying to distance herself from Elena.
Something was wrong.
Thud!...
"Aaaaaah!"
In that instant, daggers rained down from the sky, piercing Saiki's body repeatedly.
Saiki didn't stop running.
How can a Low-Grade Vampir possess such power?!
Stopping meant certain death.
She had to warn the Leader and bring reinforcements.
This is at least a Mid-Grade—no, a High-Grade Vampir! I'm sure of it!
After sprinting for about five minutes, the mansion's main gate came into view.
Saiki channeled magic into her legs and leaped high into the air.
"Huh...?"
But instead of clearing the wall, her body froze mid-air, neither rising nor falling.
At that moment, a powerful force yanked her backward, sending Saiki hurtling through the air at tremendous speed before slamming her into the ground, where she tumbled and rolled.
"Cough, cough! Ugh! What the—?!"
Her eyes widened in shock.
She was in the mansion's front yard.
Turning her gaze, she saw Elena sitting in a chair, savoring a cup of tea.
"H-how...?"
"Did you enjoy your little stroll, human female?"
"But I was running at full speed!"
"Even at your best, you're still within my grasp."
Elena gazed down at Saiki with cold, elegant eyes.
"Spare me...! If you spare me, I'll become your loyal servant!"
"Hmph, how amusing. Are humans always so fickle? What do you think, little blood bag?"
"Why... why are you asking me?"
"As expected, there's no other formidable being here besides the Master."
"Wh-who? Agron, perhaps?"
"Why ask the obvious?"
Elena snapped her fingers, and the blood that had been splattered everywhere converged into a massive pool.
Saiki and Lawrence trembled, their eyes wide with terror.
"You called me a Low-Grade Vampir?"
"P-please spare me... No, p-please spare us..."
"Ignorant and insolent wretch."
"...sniff, sob..."
"Very well, I'll spare you."
Elena rose from her seat and flicked her fingers, levitating Temurin's corpse beside Saiki.
"I'll spare this one too."
"Temurin is already... dead..."
"It hasn't been thirty minutes yet. We're fine."
Elena strode forward, her footsteps echoing, until she stood nose-to-nose with Saiki.
"Ah, even for a High-Grade Vampir... creating a thrall isn't easy... I've heard."
"Heh heh heh. I wonder who spread that rumor. But it doesn't apply to me."
Elena's crimson eyes blazed, as if they would tear Saiki's soul to shreds.
"Now, become a thrall of a Low-Grade Vampir."
In that instant, the blood that had been coalescing in the air surged down, engulfing both Temurin and Saiki.
Saiki clawed at her throat, desperately gasping for air, but each time, the blood only poured down her esophagus and trachea, choking her.
"Don't worry. Thralls must die to live."
Elena bit her wrist, drawing blood.
She then infused the blood with magical power and plunged it into the hearts of Temurin and Saiki.
Kugugugugu─!
A colossal surge of energy swept through the surroundings like a tidal wave.
Lawrence stood frozen, his jaw agape and his legs trembling like aspen leaves.
He vowed never to defy Elena again.
"Heh heh heh, I hope these two prove useful to The Master."
A peculiar smile spread across Elena's snow-white face.
Moments later, Temurin and Saiki staggered out of the darkness and knelt before her.
📝 Translator’s Note:
You may notice that certain lines or phrases in this novel appear both in their original Korean (or Hanja) form and in English translation.
This is intentional — these phrases are classical idioms, divine titles, or poetic expressions that carry layered meanings.
To preserve their original tone and authenticity, the raw text has been kept for reference, while the English interpretation is provided right before or after it. This helps convey both the literal and cultural nuance of the original work.
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