I Am the Madman of This Family

Episode 84. It’s worth the money (4)

mythical age.

It is the era that comes first when talking about the origin of the world. A time when ‘God’ existed in everything.

Among them, Dracula, who was the god of blood, enjoyed playing with humans.

Human beings who have the appearance of gods but are not gods. It was Dracula’s pleasure to live a simple life with his insignificant abilities and watch his progress little by little.

Then, when there were too many humans to saturate the continent, they would occasionally manifest themselves and carry out massacres.

You could say that was the highlight. It was Dracula’s greatest pleasure to kill people who behave as though he were a great being, just with his eyes.

[The source of your vitality is me. No matter how much you have transcended, it is impossible to do anything about me as long as you are human.]

Anything with a body was a being that had to die if Dracula was to die.

Dracula slaughtered humans, waited for revival, and destroyed civilization over the centuries.

Then one day, I met a funny human woman. I’ll be your sacrifice, begging you not to touch our village.

It was a first.

What caused the spirit of ‘sacrifice’ in humans?

Dracula was intrigued by the behavior of a human he had never seen before, and granted her request. He made her his first servant and gave her the name Vampire.

The first vampire, Elise.

Elise descended into the world of humans and began to spread her offspring.

To protect humans from Dracula, he taught humans the spirit of submission, obedience, and sacrifice. Furthermore, he tried to save the majority with minimal sacrifice.

Dracula liked the system Elise created. Thanks to this, as Elise wanted, she was able to avoid Dracula’s wrath with minimal sacrifice.

until a thousand years pass.

A thousand years later, countless vampires were created. They were descendants of Elijah.

However, Elise’s ideology to save humans changed and came to dominate humans. Dracula didn’t even have to step out, the vampires treated humans like livestock.

This god’s tyranny was not only committed by Dracula. Other gods did the same or worse than Dracula.

Then, a war that changes history arrives.

Ragnarok.

The gods who care about humans declared war on the gods who oppress human freedom.

It was a reckless war, but in the end it was the humans who won. Numerous gods have been annihilated or sealed under the stigma of being evil gods.

Dracula was no exception.

To his disgrace, he fought against a human being who was not a god and was defeated.

By the transcendent who threw off his body, the ‘Titan’, a fighting machine in which cold coolant flows instead of hot blood.

Thus, Dracula was split into six pieces and sealed, one of which was sealed in liqueur.

In the form of a blood sword in front of Keter’s eyes.

[A human being with flesh and blood dares to insult my prison body. Pay for that sin with death.]

Had Keter been present, Dracula would have withheld killing him.

But there are other humans out there. Even though he lacked qualifications, Dracula was not merciful enough to let the arrogant human live.

Drops of blood formed from the blood sword, and soon vaporized to form a thick fog.

Blood Magic, Vampiric Mist.

If you touch even a little bit of this fog, your blood will be sucked. Kether, located in the middle of the fog, will be mummified in the blink of an eye.

It should be… … .

“It’s crazy and I’m sleepy.”

kang!

Keter kicking the blood sword with a kick.

The blood sword stuck in the altar was pulled out and he rolled down the stairs making a ting and tang sound.

[What… How can you be fine in the vampiric fog?]

“Do you think there wouldn’t be a single person who uses blood magic in liqueur?”

Blood magic, which uses blood as a medium, is infamous for being magic that cannot be defended.

But Keter knows how to deal with it. I learned it directly from the master of blood magic.

‘It’s not the outside of the body, it’s coating the inside with mana. If you can do it perfectly, it is absolutely safe from the effects of blood magic.’

It’s easy to say, it was theoretically possible to put a mana coating on the inside of the body.

In the process of coating bones, blood vessels, and organs with mana, even the slightest distraction causes the coated mana to shatter and become sharp fragments. It will self-destruct before being hit by blood magic.

Even after coating, it must remain that way for a while. A defense method that is practically no different from gambling.

Keter did it casually.

‘I was surprised. This guy is different from Apophis and Amaranth.’

Of course, I was a little surprised.

Apophis and Amaranth needed a host to exert their power. However, Dracula expressed his powers even in the absence of a host.

‘In short, it has become a more troublesome item to handle.’

It was Keter, a feeling of irritation rather than worry. Wouldn’t that make the selling price go down!

“I thought it was 1 million gold, but it was 500,000 gold.”

Keter, who lost 500,000 gold, kicked Dracula again.

Dracula, who can’t move on his own, flutters in the sky and rolls on the ground. He understood very little about the human being, Keter.

[What do you think I am? Mortal, I am the ruler of life. Be my faithful servant. I will give you immortality and the mighty power of blood.]

“I do not need.”

[You don’t have to lie. There is no human being who refuses strength and power.]

“Who says no? I said I don’t need your strength.”

[…] … .]

Dracula, who is rather shy, kept his mouth shut. If another human had said something like that, it would have been dismissed as nonsense.

But Dracula could feel it. The power that flowed from Keter’s left arm, her kind.

He felt the presence of Amaranth.

[You are already a contractor. I understand now.]

What Kether was able to escape her temptations.

The fact that he was able to survive in the vampiric fog.

And Dracula mistakenly thought that the reason he didn’t want him was because he had already made a contract with another god.

But I didn’t give up. There was something only you could suggest.

[Mortal, say your name.]

“Keter.”

[Mortal Keter. Don’t you want to leave this place, liqueur?]

Dracula knew the place where he was sealed and the properties of the liqueur.

A place where you can come in but not go out. What do the people who live in such a place want most?

“Hoo?”

Keter ‘pretended’ to be interesting.

The proud Dracula said with a laugh.

[Whoops, only I can do it. Because I signed a contract with the liqueur. Only I can get out of this liqueur at will.]

Wasn’t liqueur the name of a city?

It was Keter who was really interested in Dracula’s attitude towards him as if he were a ‘living creature’.

* * *

Liqueur is a place with many secrets.

Why does the gray mist let people in and not let them out?

Who is the founder of the city, and why does Queen Lillia acquiesce to the existence of the liqueur?

What on earth exists tens of meters underground?

Keter was also curious about it at first, so he actively investigated it.

The conclusion I made then was the onion. An onion that continues to reveal secrets no matter how many times you peel it. Besides, there was one person to whom all secrets pointed.

The ruler of liqueurs, the godfather.

Not wanting to get involved with him, Keter did not reveal the secret of the liqueur. Besides, Keter has already received the artifact from Basil.

An artifact that allows you to freely switch between liqueurs. It can even stigmatize others to get them out.

I could feel how great the artifact was when I just heard the explanation.

But now, seeing Dracula confidently saying that only he could do it, Sesam became curious about the identity of the mother who left the artifact behind.

‘I don’t need to know about this.’

What will happen will happen anyway.

Not ignoring, but recognizing. That alone is a sufficient response.

Mother’s secrets and liqueur’s secrets had nothing to do with Sephira’s revival or the decisive battle with the queen.

‘It might be fun. whooping.’

Keter looked down at Dracula, the bloodsword lying on the floor.

Anyway, this guy is spoils. It looks impossible to use, so it’s a loot that needs to be sold. To do that, you need to be coaxed out first.

“The statement that you can leave liqueur is not a lie, right?”

[Be happy. Lies are human privilege. Unlike you, we are not false beings.]

“What do you want from me in return?”

[Swear allegiance. move for my resurrection It’s not for me, it’s for you too.]

“I’m worried. I can’t choose right now. Give me time.”

[However much. But keep in mind. That I need my strength to get out of the liqueur.]

Chuwaaagh!

The blood sword became bloody and wrapped itself around Keter’s neck. In time, it became Kether’s necklace in the form of a bloody cross.

Kururrureung!

The labyrinth vibrated once again. It was a different kind of echo than before.

[This place will soon collapse. Escape.]

This labyrinth is a place to seal Dracula. Now that the seal has been released, the power that maintained the labyrinth has disappeared.

Keter exited the labyrinth. The mercenaries who were with him had already run away.

Koo Goo Goo!

As soon as I came out of the labyrinth, the ground collapsed. The passage leading to the mercenary safe was also buried and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This completely disappeared.

Cork and his labyrinth.

“It’s neat.”

It was Keter who was satisfied with the perfect clean-up.

Keter, who took revenge for the old days and obtained the blood sword Dracula as a reward, proudly returned to the mercenary guild.

Many people in the guild were waiting for Keter. Joey Ray didn’t go and was waiting, and there was also Luke who woke up.

Hansen and the mercenaries he hired who had been worried about Keter from the beginning. All the mercenaries who knew of the resentment between Keter and Cork also gathered. The mercenary guild was so full that it felt stuffy.

“It’s Keter!”

“As expected, Keter is here!”

“ha ha ha! did i say Keter wins! Give me 10 gold!”

“Chief! Please take good care of me!”

Everyone knew that Keter followed Cork. And the fact that it was Keter that returned meant that Cork was dead.

There were no mourners. Not because cork is deadly, but because life and death are not very different in liqueur.

While the mercenaries were flattering Keter, who had been crowned the new branch manager, Joyrayman spoke to Keter with a serious expression.

“That’s Cork’s legacy.”

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red cross.

Feeling Dracula’s presence, Joyray felt a fundamental displeasure.

“Are you interested?”

“I can’t help but pay attention. You are the branch manager of the liqueur mercenary guild from now on.”

Although he had already admitted it, Joyray once again announced in front of everyone that Keter had become the branch manager.

“ha ha ha! You did it, Keter! You are the branch manager!”

Luke was the only one who sincerely congratulated him.

In fact, from the perspective of the mercenaries, there was nothing good about Keter becoming the branch manager. Looking at the previous branch manager, Cork, he didn’t do anything well, but he wasn’t particularly tyrannical.

On the other hand, Keter is one of the 5 madmen of liqueur. Unsure of what to do, he became the branch manager, so he was rather worried.

“You guys just leave.”

Joyray issued a congratulatory order to the mercenaries.

Who would disobey the words of the mercenary councilor? The mercenaries left the guild without a word.

Keter crossed her arms.

“Do you have something to do with me?”

“okay. It’s not me.”

Joyray pointed to the second floor with her finger.

“Go to the drawing room. There is someone waiting for you.”

Keter’s eyebrows went up.

Joyray, a member of the Mercenary Association, uses an honorific? It was a part where you could see who was waiting in the drawing room.

There will be only one person in Liqueur who can receive a title of honor from him.

“You will wait here with me.”

Joyray stops Luke from following Keter.

“I am not a mercenary, so I will not follow your orders.”

“It’s not an order, it’s advice. I don’t want to see a guy with a bright future go crazy and end up in ruins.”

“… … !”

Luke turned his gaze to Keter.

Keter also shrugged.

“Little boy, it is still too early for you. Listen to the captain.”

“Who is the kid!”

Even though he was angry, Luke followed Keter’s words well.

Leaving the two behind, Keter headed for the parlor on the second floor. The closer he got to the parlor, the more strange he felt.

This hallway felt like the mouth of a monster.

Hey hey hey.

As Keter stood at the door, the door opened by itself.

An old man was sitting in the drawing room. An old man who would be a perfect fit for a teacher teaching children in a rural corner.

“long time no see-“

Keter bowed respectfully toward the old man.

“Godfather.”

The old man was the ruler of this liqueur, ‘Godfather Alcyone’.