Chapter 92

Washing my hands with cold water made me feel refreshed. Wiping off the sticky blood and scrubbing my hands with soap until they squeaked, I became the very symbol of cleanliness. Asclepius, the god of medicine, was smiling warmly. Both gods and humans were pleased, so a song naturally came out.

“Living a day is like dying a day~. Only now have I become someone who understands its meaning. Even my soul, left behind in the shadows of life, must awaken and let go of the weight of fleeting years~.”

Ah, it even splashed on my face. Wiping the bloodstain off my cheek, I poured out the soul of a man.

“Dark wanderings, desperate love, and the cold sorrows, I cut them all with a knife in my chest~~~.”

I even sang for them, but seeing that they still didn’t wake up, it was clear they were bugs who didn’t love music. I poured cold water on some fat kid who looked like mustard or mayonnaise.

“Kkheuaak!”

“Are you awake?”

Unfortunately, I didn’t have a towel, so I splashed water on that mayonnaise kid.

“Do you know who I am…?”

“I know~ well. You’re a bug who’s in cahoots with those Black Round Table bastards.”

“If you kill me, do you think you’ll get away with it…?”

“Ah, thanks for worrying about me, how kind. But you should worry about yourself first.”

I grabbed the mayonnaise kid’s front teeth.

“From now on, I’ll cast a spell on you.”

“A spell…?”

“A magic that will get you exempt from military service and make you answer all my questions smoothly.”

“What kind of nonsense…”

“Spirit of my right hand, extract the teeth!”

I yanked out the kid’s front teeth.

“Kkuaaaak!”

“Now, bro, I’ll ask you. What the hell are you bastards plotting?”

“My blood! My teeth! Kkuaaaak!”

Damn, it must’ve hurt too much. Guess I’ll have to give him a painkiller.

“Sorry, I forgot the painkiller.”

“Painkiller…?”

“This will make your teeth stop hurting.”

I snapped the kid’s pinky finger.

“Kkuaaaak!”

“Now your teeth don’t hurt, right? This is more effective than any damn anesthetic.”

“Kkuaaaak!!!”

“Ah, damn, now your finger hurts. That’s a lot of hands. I’ll give you one more painkiller. This time for your lower body…”

“I’ll answer! I’ll answer!”

As expected of me. I’m skilled at making drugs. I, the successor of Philippus Paracelsus, can easily create such painkillers.

“So, what’s this bullshit about killing the Crown Prince?”

“Well, His Highness the Crown Prince, unlike His Majesty, seeks reform… and despises the existing nobles… so before that, an assassination…”

“You’re holding a grudge because he doesn’t like you? Are you damn yanderes? You bastards were waiting outside his house with kitchen knives, weren’t you?”

“What are you talking about…?”

“I never told you to ask questions, you bastard.”

I smacked the mayonnaise kid’s head. If you want something you weren’t given, you deserve punishment.

“So, what’s the method?”

“When the fifth song of the ball starts… the people who sneaked in through the sewers or vents will attack… and take the Crown Prince’s head…”

“Wait, the fifth?”

When I came in, it was around the middle of the third song.

“Why are you telling me this now, you pig bastard!”

I kicked the bastard’s face. You’re telling me about this urgent matter now?

“Sorry! Sorry! Please don’t hit me!”

“Then, last question. Among the nobles communicating with those Black Round Table bastards, there must be a leader. Tell me his name.”

“That… that person…”

The bastard hesitated. He must be more afraid of that leader than me, who could torture and kill him right now.

I felt dirty. He doesn’t know what’s truly scary because I’ve been treating him like a gentleman.

“Hey… what do you think will happen if I kill you and go to your house…?”

“Huh…?”

“Actually, I’m thinking about it. Should I strangle your kids in front of your mom? Or kidnap them and make them watch their mom get raped by vagrants? Or slowly cut off their limbs and kill them? Or make a hole and let them bleed out slowly…?”

“No matter what, leave my family alone…!”

“Then tell me the bastard’s name.”

Honestly, I didn’t want to threaten his family, and I had no intention of doing so. I was just trying to scare him.

But the threat worked, and the bastard reluctantly tried to spit out the name.

“That person… that person’s name is…”

“Don’t drag it out, damn it. Are you cooking rice?”

“That person is…! Kkeuhk!”

The bastard suddenly spat out blood. I didn’t inflict any wounds that would make him spit blood, what the hell is this?

“… It’s unacceptable to betray the alliance’s name. That’s why I dealt with him, so don’t hold any grudges.”

Turning around, I saw Lancelot, Camellia’s father, standing there. This pressure… this bastard is really strong.

“Hmm… you’ve killed all the elite members. Either piercing vital points or breaking them in one strike…”

The bastard was more interested in the corpses scattered around than me.

“Trash deserves to be killed. Sadly, I love cleanliness.”

“You kill people without hesitation… You truly are a sorcerer, aren’t you…?”

A strike that reaches the divine realm is like magic, making it impossible to see through its true nature. I threw a punch at the bastard.

“Trying to strike the temple without hesitation… That’s not a proper martial artist’s technique, but assassination fist… and quite refined at that.”

“Assassination fist…?”

“Yes, no martial artist uses such techniques without hesitation. What I saw was definitely assassination fist.”

I spat out my boxing master’s words. That’s respect for the master.

“No… what you see is [what’s in front of you].”

“What?”

I kicked the bastard’s ribs. My strikes can even kill gods. The bastard barely managed a sloppy guard, and I felt his ribs breaking.

But the bastard had a calm expression even though his ribs were broken.

“Two ribs are broken.”

“How the hell are you still standing with broken ribs…”

“A true warrior doesn’t flinch even if a few bones are broken… You should know that better than anyone. Now it’s my turn.”

At this range, drawing a longsword would be meaningless, and in this cramped space… I had no reason to lose.

I tried to kick his ribs again. If I pierce his lungs with his ribs, even a warrior would die.

But before that, the bastard’s hand sliced through my skin. A lot of blood flowed instantly.

“My daughter didn’t show you this technique, did she?”

“She’s not a trash like you… she doesn’t assault men in bathrooms, you homo bastard!”

“Haa… I didn’t come here to fight.”

You’re not here to fight after seeing blood? Stop talking nonsense. You cut someone and say you’re not here to fight?

“Well, I’m not here to fight either. I’m just here to kill you.”

“I can’t understand why you’re so angry at me.”

“You killed and kidnapped so many kids, and you don’t understand? Didn’t your mom teach you that’s wrong?”

Damn these noble bastards. They probably weren’t taught at home that kidnapping and murder are bad. Personality comes from home education. That’s why nobles get cursed. I reconsidered that Prince Kael’thas is one of the few nobles with a decent personality.

“Ah… so that’s the story. I roughly understand. But…”

“But…?”

“Everyone dies, whether they want to or not, no matter how good and righteous they are. And the powerless are trampled, whether they’re kidnapped or made into toys… that’s the only law of this world.”

“Ah, the law, you damn law… but there’s one more law in this world, you know?”

“What is it?”

“No matter how much of a beast you become… don’t touch kids… that’s it. Those who break this should die, right?”

“The story doesn’t hold.”

I’m a saint nobler than anyone, and that bastard is a disgusting beast. It’s strange that we’re even having a conversation.

“However, I’ll praise you for landing a hit on me. And since I interfered with your work, that’s also against reason. I should reward and compensate you.”

“Suddenly spouting nonsense…”

Lancelot, that bastard, pulled out a book from his pocket. That black cover… with a small golden chain decoration… that’s…

“It was originally yours, right?”

“What are you doing with someone else’s book? You damn book thief.”

“Strictly speaking, it’s not a book… but a ‘relic.'”

Damn, I was trying to scam it back…

“Take it.”

The bastard threw the book at me. What if it gets wet in this water… People who mistreat books should die.

“Why are you giving this to me? You know how powerful this weapon is, don’t you?”

Especially since the previous owner was Werner, this book is extremely dangerous. Considering its unique effects…

“I told you, it’s a reward and compensation.”

“Hey, where the hell did you get this…”

“Let’s meet again if we get the chance.”

The bastard melted back into the darkness.

Ah, damn, the fourth song is almost over.