I Am the Madman of This Family

Episode 82. It’s worth the money (2)

The Mercenary Guild is a resting place for mercenaries and a mission agency.

The client pays the request fee while requesting the request, and the mercenary pays the brokerage fee to the mercenary guild while receiving the mission.

The amount paid in this way is all stored in the safest place of the mercenary guild, the safe.

In addition to cash, this safe contains records and confidential information about requests received from the past to the present.

Since it is a very important place, 30 mercenaries are always on patrol, and even magic is used to control access.

The labyrinth that Cork discovered could only be entered through this safe.

It wasn’t originally there, but the cork dug a tunnel and connected it. By destroying the existing entrance.

“Chief. Did you manage your work outside well?”

Two mercenaries stood guard inside the labyrinth. They were the last men left to Cork.

Cork said nervously to the question of his subordinates who did not know the situation outside.

“Move! I must wake up the devil.”

“yes? Suddenly?”

“Keter the son of a b*tch knew everything. Otherwise, how could the Mercenary Council appear at that moment!”

“I don’t know what you mean. Are you a legislator? What happened?”

“All our plans have come to nothing. I am a member of Ketergo, and I have no choice but to kill them all!”

The mercenaries couldn’t bear to ask more and kept their mouths shut. Cork’s eyes were already gone.

There were two doors to this labyrinth.

One of them is the Chamber of Treasures, where Cork eagerly pays blood as a tribute. The other was a door that was sealed by a demon.

Cork arrived in front of the sealed door and rolled up his arms.

“I will make a pact with the devil. You guys stay away.”

“Chief, are you serious? Please reconsider. You want to wake up a vampire!”

The subordinate pointed to the stone slab. There was kindly written information about the sealed demon.

– The first vampire, Elise. Wait here for the return of the Blood King. Those who wish to awaken me must prove their qualifications with blood and soul.

vampire. One of the primitive races closest to God.

Currently, whether it is extinct or even exists is shrouded in a veil, but its existence is clearly documented.

It is consistently written in the literature that they are natural enemies of humans and once used humans as livestock.

By the way, among those vampires, ‘Elise’, who is said to be the first vampire… … .

‘It is clear that humans will be seen as less than livestock, no, as insects.’

Cork, who knew the danger, didn’t even look at it from the first time he found the sealed door until now.

But now I’m going to come and break the seal.

It was natural for his subordinates to dissuade him.

“Yes, I am crazy. But not stupid.”

He risked his life long ago to achieve his dream.

Cork brought the middle of his palm to the awl at the top of the stone slab.

“Whoop, whoop.”

All you have to do is push your hand in like this. Blood would flow from the palm that the awl pierced through, and through it, Vampire Elise would wake up.

But when I tried to do it, fear welled up. The one who made a pact with the devil. We know what their end will be like.

ruin.

Not a single one is destroyed.

Even if it’s a ‘hero’ with strong mental power.

‘Even if I’m destroyed, I won’t be destroyed alone.’

Cork was willing to destroy himself if he could kill Keter, who destroyed everything he had.

It was then that Cork, who was determined, was about to push his palm into the awl.

“Huh-! do it quickly How long do I have to wait?”

The voice of Keter, coming from a place that shouldn’t be heard.

Not only Cork, but also his men turned their heads in amazement. For some time there, Keter leaned against the wall and yawned.

“Can I help you if you’re having a hard time?”

“Ke, Keter! How are you guys here?”

“Is that just a will?”

“Keukkeuk, have you seen such a cheeky guy?”

Cork, who removed his hand from the stone slab, drew his sword.

It wasn’t a magic tool, but I was convinced that even without a magic tool, it was enough to kill at least one Keter.

“I don’t know how you came, but it seems certain that you came to die at my hands. I will kill you as you wish.”

The reason Cork withdrew from the mercenary guild was because of Joy Ray. It was because I didn’t have the confidence to beat the Orihalcon mercenaries, not because I didn’t have the confidence to beat Keter.

But Keter appearing in front of you?

It doesn’t matter how you got here. Killing it is enough. Sensing the atmosphere, his mercenaries also drew their swords and aimed at Keter.

Then Cork shouted.

“You block the entrance so that Keter cannot escape.”

“yes!”

Two mercenaries blocked the entrance, wary of Keter. Keter waved her hand.

“Whoa, just fight me? You’ve used almost all of your magic tools. Do you just make a contract with the devil?”

“You don’t even need magic tools!”

Convinced that Keter was a nuisance and not a strong one, Cork leaped and thrust his sword without hesitation. The sword light flashed and Keter’s hair fluttered.

At that moment, there was a bright sound.

Bahah!

Cork, who leaped confidently, fell out. Keter’s uppercut landed right in the chin.

Cork, who had fallen to the floor, couldn’t keep his body steady and only blinked his eyes.

Keter blew into her fist and said.

“The early bird is struck early.”

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The fallen cork quickly rose again.

‘What, what happened?’

I caught a glimpse of Keter extending her arm.

That was it. The moment I thought something had moved, the sky turned upside down and my body was rolling on the floor.

I spit at the feeling of a foreign body in my mouth. Two teeth came out with red blood.

“Aww!”

Cork, who swallowed his saliva, threw away the sword he was holding and took out a dagger from the scabbard next to his thigh. He acknowledged that Keter was fast, and tried to compete with the same speed.

Cork, who approached cautiously one step at a time, took the lead with a sharp thrust.

Shush Shyuk, Shush Shyuk!

His dagger is, of course, a magic tool. It contains the power of the wind, so the stabbing speed is accelerated.

Cork relentlessly aimed at Keter’s face, and Keter narrowly avoided it with minimal movement.

A dagger that grazed his cheek.

Blood splatters.

The ends of her hair are clipped and blown away.

Cork grins. Because he thinks his attack works.

Then, Keter opened her mouth.

“I don’t write that way.”

Cork’s wrist, which turns after being thrown out, is caught by Keter.

Whirik, a bent cork wrist.

Like a diamond-class mercenary, Cork tried to offset it with strength, but even with physical strength, Keter was overwhelmingly strong.

Cork’s wrists were bent, his fingers loosened, and he soon missed the dagger.

Keter, who caught the falling dagger, turned it upside down and caught it.

“This is the right way to write it.”

In reverse, Keter, holding a dagger, lunges at Cork. Unlike cork, which only used arms, it stabs with the whole body as if moving forward.

Fubububuk!

Cork was busy defending vital points with both arms against the dagger technique that put pressure on him without even a chance to breathe.

The difference in speed is enough to make me wonder if it’s right to use the same weapon.

It’s not just because Keter is fast. Keter was making better use of the dagger’s power of wind.

“What do you know about magic tools!”

Cork, a self-proclaimed magic tool expert, screamed out of shame rather than pain.

Roaring!

With his shout, the cloak was engulfed in flames.

Level 2 magic tool, Cloak of Flame. It emits sparks that can melt even steel.

Fire is the natural enemy of all living things. Even the slightest touch causes a terrible pain and excruciating fear.

A normal person would have withdrawn once.

But is Keter a normal person? He threw the dagger into Cork’s face and grabbed his torso while he dodged the dagger.

“Stupid bastard. Burn to death!”

Whether Cork laughed or not, Keter pushed him against the wall.

Cork was helplessly pushed aside, but it didn’t matter. Because the flames are burning Kether.

however-

“Oh no!?”

The fire did not consume Kether.

Only the blood covered by Keter is drying up.

No matter what, you will still feel the burning pain. I mean, can you put up with it?

thud!

The cork was driven all the way to the wall.

Then his fiery cloak spewed out a great blast of flame. The shock from hitting the wall put it in an overloaded state.

“Wow, keaaagh!”

The wearer of the Cloak of Flame should not be affected by the fire, but when it became overloaded, it began to burn the wearer as well.

Keter was equally hot, but not in order to burn.

Keter, who had stepped back from a distance, said, shaking off the blood that had dried up from the heat.

“Don’t you know that fire-type magic tools are extremely unstable? Well, it must have survived because I only met strangers.”

Cork couldn’t afford to answer.

Instead, he hurriedly removed the flame cloak and threw it away. It was a quick response, but the back, which had already been engulfed in flames, was already browned.

If it hadn’t been for the ring that gave it fire resistance, it would have burned to death long ago.

“What else is left, cork? cheer up. You can do it. I believe!”

Keter who cheers me on even though I can attack.

Cork clenched his molars and mobilized all his magic tools.

A whip filled with the power of lightning, ‘Thunder Crow’.

Gloves that bring out super strength, ‘Ogre Gauntlets’.

A mace that emits poisonous gas, ‘Green Mace’.

Boots that make ice thorns spring up, ‘Frost Edge’.

But all to no avail.

Keter, who trampled on the ice spikes created by the ice boots before they were even completed, pushed his face forward.

“woah!”

“Huh!”

At the mere threat, Cork freaked out and withdrew.

He gasped.

There are no magic tools that can be held in hand anymore.

wrote it all All the magic tools I had.

None of that worked for Keter. Rather, the magic tool was stolen by Keter, and I learned how to use it with my own body.

thoroughly trampled

The dream of becoming a mercenary king, and even the self-esteem of being an expert in magic tools.

“Is that the end of the bottom line?”

Keter, who had been attacked in various forms, was not fine. The exterior has become very dirty. But the inside was fine.

On the other hand, Cork, whose appearance and speed were all damaged, shouted at his subordinates who were watching blankly.

“What are you looking at? attack! They attack from the front and back!”

The men who had attacked the labyrinth with Cork were greedy but not stupid.

“Chief. It’s useless… . Keter did not even use her weapon.”

“I have no hope of winning, so I don’t want to risk my life.”

Those who watched the fight clearly felt it.

The gap between Keter and Cork.

Keter didn’t even fight. I was just playing with it A diamond-class mercenary in the world, no one else. However, what will change if they, who are in the Platinum class, come out?

Keter said as she approached the cork.

“What about this? It seems your men aren’t as stupid as you.”

“Huh, huh… … .”

Cork looks around. Is there anything I can use, or is there anyone who can help?

But who and what is in the labyrinth he built? There is only the smell of damp soil and stuffy air.

A chill that I had not felt all of a sudden seeped into my skin and flowed through my bones.

Cork knows it too. That mercenaries who eat knives can’t die in bed.

However, this end was neither desired nor expected.

‘What did I do so wrong?’

I just worked hard for the dream that everyone has. Since he drew his sword as a man, he naturally had an aspiration to stand at the top.

Having killed so many people in the process, there was a sense that one day they might be retaliated against.

but this is something

It is not revenge for the dead.

The reason why my dream was trampled on, the price of not recognizing a child as a mercenary came back like this?

“Aww! can’t admit it Even if it’s unfair, I can’t end it like this!”

Cork howled at the ceiling and started running.

Cork’s men, who saw that direction, shouted urgently.

“It must be stopped! It is a plan to awaken the devil!”

But Keter put a finger to her lips and said.

“Shh, I’ve been waiting for that all along.”

“… … !?”

“Mi, are you crazy? Vampires awaken! No matter how great you are, you can’t beat a vampire!”

His subordinates, who believed that they would die if the vampire awoke, ran in place of Keter.

Keter snorted and stood by.

‘I don’t know if it’s a pure-blood vampire, but there’s no way that a vampire who is resurrected by a contract is pure-blood.’

Killing the cork now would be quite exhilarating.

But not 100 percent.

It’s still about 2 percent short.

You’ve destroyed all of Cork’s plans and his self-esteem, but there’s one thing that hasn’t been shattered yet.

‘I’ll destroy even your hopes.’

Even Cork’s last hope that Keter could be killed by selling his soul to the devil, Keter was determined to trample on.

This is not the end. Fighting vampires is a rare experience even for Keter.

‘Which vampire is going to pop out? It’s not pure blood, but I’m looking forward to it.’

He warmed up while fighting the red comet.

If you can fight a vampire, it will be a pretty enjoyable battle.

Cork poked his palm into the awl of the tombstone without hesitation, as if he knew Keter’s high expectations.

When the tombstone was soaked in blood, there was a roar.

Kururrureung!

The entire labyrinth vibrates. The mercenaries, who were Cork’s subordinates, trembled in an unusual atmosphere.

“Oh, no. I woke up.”

“Keter, you crazy bastard! Do you know what woke you up? The first vampire!”

“The liqueur will perish. There’s nowhere to run… … .”

The huge jet-black door behind the tombstone starts to vibrate.

Cork laughed like a madman.

“Kyahyahahahaha! Keter! Even if I die, I will take you with me. You can’t achieve anything like me!”

The jet-black door, which began to open once, opened wide, and soon the sealed demon began to appear.

that… … .

“What?”

It was a small, dainty, white-furred bat.