CH 6

Blood Fang (2)

[Dawn's Dew]

town center.

In a place frequented by people, Blood Fang was doing business with a signboard proudly.

little girl.

Welcome to.

As Roman opened the door and entered, the bell rang loudly.

The scenery inside the building was not different from other pubs.

People around the round table and bar were chatting, and in front of them was a man who seemed to be the owner busily carrying beer.

There were dozens of people in the neighborhood, probably because they were doing well in their own way.

uh?

"Hey, it's Master Roman."

For a moment, people's eyes turned to Roman.

Since there was no way he could not know the face of the Royal Family that ruled Dmitry's estate, the people who had been making a lot of noise until just now silenced their voices as if they had promised.

Roman Dmitry.

No matter how much he was called an idiot by the people, to the common people, Roman was a powerful person who could not even make eye contact.

People havetily looked away.

With the stillness subsided, Roman calmly moved forward and sat down at the bar.

"Tears of dawn, 27 years old."

"I'm sorry, but we don't have a drink called Tears of Dawn in our store. Can I recommend another drink?"

"That's good too. Please make it as poisonous as possible. I have a lot of work to do in the morning, so I think I need to get a little drunk."

Startle.

The owner's expression hardened.

morning tears.

tanglefoot.

things to do in the morning.

The successive words were the passwords set by Blood Top.

The problem was that the opponent was a familiar face, Roman Dmitry.

In the quiet space, people's eyes alternately looked at the owner and Roman.

Some show pure curiosity, while others reveal complex emotions in their eyes.

a fleeting moment.

A smile caught Roman's lips, and the master swung the dagger he had hidden under the table like a lightning bolt.

attack Whoops!"

puck!

Clink!

Roman slapped his owner in the head with a beer mug.

At the same time, as he flew back, some customers who had been drinking around until now attacked Roman.

Soak!

Daggers nailed to the bar table.

Under the dark lighting, the Blood Fangs showed their fierce eyes.

The information Roman had found was true, and several men disguised as guests rushed to Roman at once.

"Aww!"

"Run away!"

Customers screamed and ran out of the pub.

Thanks to this, the division of enemies to be killed became clear.

'Eight people.'

Roman and the men's bodies got tangled up.

The dagger wielded at close range threatened Roman's vital points, but Roman diddge all those attacks even when he was close.

Not only that, he immediately counterattacked and punched a hole in the opponent's neck.

When the dagger was wielded in a simple motion, the opponent fell to the floor pick and pick, dripping blood without fail.

"This bastard!"

"Kill!"

There were no more peaceful pubs.

Rather than a worker who soothes his tiredness with beer after a day's work, the blood monsters revealed their true nature.

However.

The opponent was a predator that would devour them all.

Even if they rushed from all directions, it was the Blood Fang and the crew who fell rather.

puck!

Kwadang!

The face of the last remaining man was thrown on the table. The hard table shattered and the man passed out, and Roman kicked him without hesitation in the face he had thrown on the floor. A man who squirts blood and rolls around. His body, drooping on the floor, showed that the soul was no longer inhabited.

"Is it over?"

It was an instant.

All the men who rushed to Roman died.

only one.

At first, only the owner, who had been beaten by a beer mug, looked up at Roman with a blood-stained face.

"Daddy, why are you like this?"

"Why are you here? You know that. Why did I visit this place and why did I attack you guys? If I hadn't known that, they wouldn't have attacked me.

Roman chuckled.

The face of the owner, who was terrified, suddenly changed when he saw Roman sitting right in front of him with a chair.

The expression of a ferocious demon.

The master cried out in evil.

"We are Blood Fang. Even if I die by you, my comrades will always avenge you in blood. Nobility? Do you think something like that can protect you? You're welcome! Aristocrats are, after all, human beings just like us. The reality is that even the body of an aristocrat will have a hole in it and scream like a pig when a knife is inserted."

"But it won't save you."

"Yeah, kill me! Blood Fang is not afraid of death."

Roman's smile widened.

The more his opponent struggled, the more Roman became convinced that this was the place he wanted.

"Yeah, I wanted to meet a guy like you. A person who is not afraid of death, and will keep his mouth shut even if he is tortured and will hide information somehow. A guy like that would know valuable information."

Roman stood up.

Then he looked around and said in a very calm, subdued voice.

"Let's check it out now. That you are such a strong person who does not open your mouth to any threats."

The master's will was strong.

Unlike the guys who screamed and spewed out information like a child, even though he cut off his finger, he didn't open his mouth.

But.

Roman knew very well how to attack such a person.

"Is this a picture of your son?"

The owner's expression turned pale.

In one photo, which was placed in a drawer, he was happy with his son who looked exactly like his owner.

"Oh, no."

"No. I was just like you."

"You bastard! Is it possible for a bastard called a nobleman to threaten his family with his family?"

The owner who shakes his body and groans.

properly chosen

Roman walked back to his master and waved the picture in front of him with a cold expression.

"While researching Blood Fang, I found some very interesting information. The reason people fear Blood Fang is that they will retaliate even at the cost of their lives. However, suicide terrorists all have one thing in common. People who owe a great debt to Blood Fang, not members of the Blood Fang from the beginning. Obviously, people who weren't malicious enough to commit suicide attacks turned into demons at some point. Why did it change like that? What the hell happened to them, so they changed people?"

" ."

The owner kept his mouth shut.

It didn't matter.

With that kind of reaction alone, Roman's intentions were right.

"Blood Fang commits all sorts of crimes to pay off debt. In the process, taking the debtor's family into slavery is a common occurrence. And that's the truth about Blood Fang. Blood Fang isn't really a group of demonic humans that are willing to risk their lives, but people they have put into a corner to get revenge by threatening their families as hostages. What do you think? Isn't that a pretty plausible hypothesis?"

"Still, nothing has changed. Blood Fang must take revenge."

eating.

Roman laughed.

Really stupid people

From the moment he admitted his hypothesis, the owner had no idea what kind of trap he had fallen into.

"I promise in the name of Roman Dmitry. If you don't give me any information, I'll go back to the inner city this way and give orders to the knights of the family. The four children in this photo. Find him and kill him. It would be better not to die in comfort, but to kill the guy who struggles to kill him after torture very slowly."

"What, what?"

Why? Don't you think you can?

"You are a noble! How could a noble... !"

"That is prejudice. If the family is being held hostage and hostile to us, then we have no reason to leave the family alone."

The world of weak meat food.

Defeat there means death.

Justice?

That doesn't mean anything.

The reality is that you have to do anything to win, and Roman has no hesitation in such actions.

Because he had done his due diligence to his fiancee, who was about to part

Because he accepted Hans, who was only a servant, as his own person.

The origins of Roman have not changed.

Humans have various aspects, and Roman, who lived as a heavenly demon, also had the appearance of a demon.

said Roman.

"Remember wisely. I'm not at all concerned about the well-being of the guys I classify as enemies. No matter how they die, no matter what kind of pain they die, I am the type of person whose life that disturbs my well-being is less than a fly. So think carefully. If the lives of your family are at risk anyway, will you bet on Blood Fang, who made your family a slave, or will I give you accurate information so that Blood Fang can deal with your family without ever having to touch them?"

I turned the dagger round and round.

Then, he slammed the dagger into the head of the son in the photo.

"Come on, choose."

That moment.

The owner was sure.

Roman Dmitry.

The fact that he wasn't the person he knew before.

Looking at the face of his son that was torn to the point of being unrecognizable, the master lowered his head in the end.

Roman is leaving.

At the site that had become a mess, the Knights of Dmitry arrived with Hans in the lead.

"What is this ."

Jonathan's expression hardened.

I heard the testimony of eyewitnesses.

As Roman exchanged a conversation with the owner, he suddenly found out that the owner and guests attacked Roman by surprise.

But the scene after that was the current situation.

Men of strong physique were scattered on the floor with wretched bones.

'Did Master Roman dealt with them all by himself?'

I couldn't believe it.

Roman was a weakling with no aptitude for battle. An idiot who trembles when he sees blood and can't even wield his sword properly. But it was hard to believe that Roman had dealt with so many men by himself.

There was a sense of disparity.

The Romans he knew and the Romans that eyewitnesses spoke of were different.

That was then.

"Captain! Here are the survivors!"

The owner of the pub.

he was alive

When I hurriedly ran, I saw the owner of the miserable Molgol.

"Wow!"

The owner spit out a handful of blood.

Apparently he had been tortured, his right hand had all his fingers cut off, and the thick blood he spit out showed pieces of intestines.

At a glance, there was not much life left. But he hasn't given up on his life yet.

He spoke to Jonathan in a clear voice, as if he had had a glimmer of light.

"You must follow Master Roman immediately!"

"What do you mean?"

"I told Master Roman everything. The fact that Blood Fang's stronghold is not here in Dmitry, but in the heart of Lawrence. As soon as he heard these words, Master Roman left the place. It seems like you are trying to do things on your own, but you can never handle them on your own. So hurry up and help Master Roman! Help the master, we must uproot the Blood Fang!"

The owner's voice was desperate.

He has already become a traitor in return for giving the information.

Then, as Roman said, only when Roman makes sure to deal with them can his family be safe.

The owner crawled on the ground.

With his blood-stained hands, he grabbed the ankle of Captain Jonathan and said in a desperate voice.

"Please, please, kill them all."

" ."

Jonathan's eyes twinkled.

It was a complicated situation.

The appearance of members of the Blood Fang crying out to help Roman is also embarrassing, but the biggest problem was Roman's actions.

'Are you really going to deal with them alone?'

Lawrence.

That is not Dmitry's realm.

Still, the thought of leaving the road made my head feel stiff.

If it wasn't for Hans' voice, Jonathan would have been sitting there for a long time.

"Captain of the Knights Jonathan! You must leave quickly! Doesn't the master say it's dangerous!

"Ouch."

Jonathan came to his senses.

Roman.

We cannot let Dmitry's eldest son die in another estate.

Although this case did not cooperate with Lawrence beforehand, he could not afford such an understanding at this time.

The Knights of Dmitry left in a hurry.

Their destination was Lawrence.