Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 432

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 432

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 432: The Lion King (3)

Es la misión del verdadero caballero. Su deber. ¡No! Su deber no. Su privilegio.

-That is the true knight’s mission and duty. No! Not duty, but privilege.

Soñar lo imposible soñar.

-Dreaming the impossible dream.

Vencer al invicto rival,

-Defeating the invincible foe,

Sufrir el dolor insufrible,

-Enduring unbearable pain,

Morir por un noble ideal.

-Dying for a noble ideal.

Saber enmendar el error,

-Knowing how to mend the mistake,

Amar con pureza y bondad.

-Loving with purity and kindness.

Querer, en un sueño imposible,

-Falling in love in an impossible dream,

Con fe, una estrella alcanzar.

-Having faith and aiming for the stars.

A romantic poem straight out of chivalric literature. The one reciting it was a nobleman with beautiful blond hair and blue eyes. Monte Donquixote. He raised his pale face to look at his nephew, Tudor, standing before him.

“Who taught you this poem that you love so much?”

“...”

Tudor remained silent. Dolores, Sancho, Figgy, Bianca, and Sinclaire knew the answer.

Since his first days as a freshman at the Colosseo Academy, Tudor had always loved and recited chivalric literature and epic poems. Among them, he particularly favored that verse.

Monte spoke again, pretending to be sad. “Didn’t you learn half of your chivalry from me, your uncle? But what tragedy is this? To think you’d try to stab the uncle who gave you all his love. What a heinous act of treachery.”

“...”

Tudor stayed silent again. Monte continued, “Hand over Gungnir. It is too dangerous for someone as young as you to handle. I, your guardian and uncle, will keep it safe until you grow up and become a proper knight. Now-”

A white palm extended in front of Tudor. Finally, Tudor spoke.

“You never managed to pull Gungnir from my father’s body.”

“...”

Whoosh—

Lightning fast, with the weight of a tidal wave, Tudor’s strike aimed straight for Monte’s heart.

“Oh. This is beyond my expectations. The sturdiness of the bones, the elasticity of the muscles, the freshness of the organs. Truly a great body.”

Monte twisted his waist to dodge Tudor’s spear. At that moment—

Thud thud thud!

Bianca’s arrows flew, embedding themselves into the wall.

“Haaah!”

Bianca, like Tudor, was wildly attacking. Strangely, it wasn’t just Tudor and Bianca; Sancho, Figgy, and Sinclaire were the same.

“Ugh, my body is moving on its own!”

“I feel like I can do something! There’s no basis for it, but...!”

“I feel an inexplicable exhilaration. This is wrong, something’s wrong.”

Hearing her comrades, Dolores realized she had been mistaken as well.

‘Come to think of it, I too have been feeling increasingly confident. Could it be!?’

She quickly looked up at Monte. There he was, smiling broadly.

“Have you figured it out now? I have the ability to make my opponents reckless.”

Like a frog trying to wrestle a bull, irrational and daring.

Monte had used this brainwashing ability to make the Donquixote clan fall into his hands.

From the moment Pedro discovered the fortress of the Night Walkers, the demon’s cunning power had been at play. The Night Walkers, as if spellbound, had come to the Donquixote stronghold of their own accord, only to find themselves about to lose everything to the terrifying demon.

‘Ah, Vikir’s warning was right!’

Dolores deeply blamed herself. Before leaving for Nouvellebag, Vikir had given a brief explanation of the abilities of the Ten Corpses. However, the demon’s power was so mysterious and peculiar that even experiencing it firsthand often didn’t make one realize it was a supernatural ability. The Night Walkers were confused, not knowing at what point they had fallen into Monte’s trap. It now seemed that their very presence here might have been the demon’s manipulation. Once that thought took hold, the confusion became uncontrollable.

And the demon never misses the moment when humans lose their insight and fall into confusion.

“Now, with things suitably chaotic, shall I proceed to completely shatter your minds?”

To take over a body, one must first destabilize the mind. It’s a basic principle.

Crackling...

Monte spread his arms wide. As he did, the floor began to crack, soon forming deep fissures that caused it to collapse.

Crash! Boom!

Through the thick darkness beneath the floor, something began to surge upwards. Its identity was a pure malevolent intent designed to destroy the human mind and spirit.

“...!?”

Seeing what lurked below, the faces of Dolores, Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, Bianca, and Sinclaire turned pale in an instant.

Abyss tree.

The sight below was a trauma-inducing scene that anyone who had attended the Colosseo Academy would recognize, striking fear into their hearts.

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]