성황의 아이들 [2]

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220. Heart of Ice (1)

"Kaaaaaaak!"

Berseus screamed and got up from his seat.

The water bottle shatters with his swinging fist, and the remains of food and dishes fly everywhere.

"You damn bastard, how dare you, how dare me!"

The Marquis' employees, who were unexpectedly hit by shards of cutlery while serving meals, screamed and held their heads.

In the end, the marquis' rampage finally came to an end after the banquet hall was ruined and the heavy oak table was broken.

"go away!"

Then, the workers, who were shaking with fear, rushed to leave the banquet hall.

Crrr-

Berseus, who was feeling angry at being left alone, let out a soft cry and ran his hand down the back of his neck.

The exhilarating feeling of my neck being blown off by a cold blade was still vivid in my mind.

"That damn thing..." ... ."

More than anything.

The image of that strange boy pointing a sword straight at me is strangely stuck in my mind and cannot be erased.

Anyway, what happened happened.

As soon as the loud anger ended, the remaining problems in reality rushed into his mind like a tide.

'... If this happens, the plan will be greatly disrupted.'

I thought everything was over once I discovered my Nebraska ancestry. But instead of killing him, didn't all the Lycan Slopes that sent him back to the canyon suffer?

Above all, losing Vajra, a member of his family, was the most painful.

'Now there is no member of the family capable of leading the entire group... ... .'

Berseus did not have all the lycanthropes of the Demon World as his servants.

Not only can he not form relationships with subordinates one by one, but if he continues to deal with polluted minds, his mind will eventually be affected as well.

So, he made a few particularly strong individuals his followers, and then controlled the rest of the group through them.

Vajra is the one with the strongest control among them. Isn't he the only pure-blooded Lycan Slope of Nebraska blood?

Having lost such a member of the family, it was unknown how many Lycanslopes would leave the front lines at will.

'... I can't help it. 'Preparations are far from over, but we have no choice but to move while we can still control it.'

After making that decision, Berseus began to busily give orders to his remaining subordinates.

'This is a golden opportunity! A chance to sweep all the annoying things into one place and make them all destroy together!'

So, I will destroy the lives of all possible lycanslopes.

Until the evil that disturbs cause and effect and the cursed bloodline of Nebraska are completely eliminated.

* * *

North of Sigismund Territory.

A small guard post at the forefront of a glacier canyon.

The soldiers, who had been on the lookout for the urgent message that came from the ice base, were relieved when they spotted a boy and a dog staggering down the hill.