Chapter 162 - 162: Guilty’s Revelation
Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Guilty's Revelation
So I clothe naked villains with strange ancient objects stolen from the Bible and make them look like saints when they play the devil.
through the throat, through the throat, through the throat, through the throat, through the throat, through the throat, through the throat, through the throat, through the throat Performance through the throat, through the throat, through the throat, through the throat, through the throat, through the throat.
written by William Shakespeare and Richard II.
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Guilty.
The head of the Indurgentia family, who is related to the pious Quobadi family,.
A staunch follower of the Rune religion, a passionate preacher, an honorary mayor of the imperial family, and a benevolent orphanage director who lovingly cares for children who have nowhere else to go.
But it was just a mask, and behind it was an ugly, devilish face.
Guilty looked down at Geront's corpse with a gentle smile.
``Hohohoho, that was a nice harpoon.''
His eyes fell on the four black bags sticking out of Vikir's cloak.
They were of Ephebo, Hebe, Pedo, and Geront, and they wore them on their faces.
Guilty groaned as if he was about to get into trouble.
"All four are ruined." I borrowed it from "that bitch" and I have to give it back someday, but I'm in a lot of trouble. What kind of trouble is that bitch going to get into?
His body language and tone were dramatic, like a stage actor standing alone on stage and delivering a monologue.
On the other hand,.
Dolores saw Guilty's relaxed smile, got angry, and stepped forward.
"You! You put on the cloak of a saint, do something so ugly, and bring a demon to the orphanage! What the hell are you thinking?"
"'Ho, ho, ho!'! What are you doing? Have you not seen with your own eyes what is found on the premises of every orphanage, monastery, and hospital by the name of Quobadis?"
Dolores didn't understand Guilty's words for a moment and shook his head.
Then she realized. She realized what Guilty was saying.
"Bones! Human skeletons!
That's right.
Demons eat humans, but only in liquid form—that is, very young ones.
Guilty smiled, almost drooling.
"I think people are at their best when they're young. It's delicious."
It was an obvious provocation.
Dolores looked at guilt with a mixture of fear and anger.
"Cannibal! You really are a devil...!"
"It's a bit unfair to call me a devil because I committed cannibalism, but as you know, eating people in high places...
Dolores opens her mouth in disbelief.
But Guilty was unfazed.
"When you go up high and see lots of delicious food, you naturally become interested in things you've never tried. When you introduce it to a few people, it starts."
"Nonsense! No one would do such a thing!"
"Ho, ho, ho. What's the matter? There are so many Quobadis all by themselves."
"...!"
Dolores was really shocked. As if he had been hit by something, he staggered once.
Guilty continued with a laugh.
"I see. I know this is shocking for you, Saint. People often have many faces. In front of you, a person may be a devout priest, but you will never know what kind of person he is behind closed doors. Nonsense. Can you also say that you have always lived with a face, have never been ashamed, and have never looked ugly under the mask of hypocrisy?"
Hearing these words, Dolores' pupils dilate.
I have.
He did something embarrassing recently.
Vikir. Male students who belong to the same school and the same club.
He is older than her, but he is two classes below her.
Recently, Dolores drank too much while playing a board game and wet Vikir's pants.
To get out of this situation, she committed the dishonorable act of blaming Vikhil (albeit unintentionally).
Is that all?
A small-scale example is the peeing incident. Overall, there are a lot.
A saint is said to love and embrace everyone.
Household candidates that meet family expectations.
A leader of the new order who must assert himself against the old order.
A model student who is the pride of the school.
The student council president, who should be a role model for his juniors,
The newspaper editor should always be fair and honest.
.
.
After all, she also had different faces, and with them all kinds of fears, stress, inferiority complexes, hatred, laziness, and other needs.
So Dolores stood there for a moment, speechless.
Well then.
...Shock!
There was a hand on her shoulder.
It's rugged, but warm.
Nighthound was standing right next to Dolores.
His rough voice tickled her ears.
"We can make mistakes. That's what makes us human.
Wait a minute." Dolores felt the pressure suddenly ease all over her body.
It wasn't just the pressure of facing the devil.
It was as if all the pressure she had felt throughout her life as a saint, student council president, and other positions of great responsibility had somehow disappeared.
It was like a little relief. I felt like I was being comforted.
"...Really?"
asked Dolores with deep emotion.
Vikir nodded silently.
Of course, this was an unintentional act.
"If someone is in a hurry, they might pee."
Vikir was just referring to drinking and peeing.
But Dolores seemed comforted in more ways than one.
That moment.
"...Oops! I can't release that!
Dolores reached out her hand and cupped her cheek.
I was a little relieved to hear that Nighthound was safe.
Even I was surprised.
Dolores braces herself as she realizes how dependent she was on Nighthound.
"I am a saint and a candidate for the head of the Quobadis family. I should be leaning on someone's shoulder, not the other way around!
However, despite these determinations, she will. I couldn't help but stare at the dog's broad back.
On the other hand,.
Guilty narrowed his eyes at Vikir.
The Saint of Quovadis was a woman of great potential and talent, but she was still young and inexperienced, so she could only bake with her three tongues.
However, her plan to shake the saint's spirit is thwarted by the unexpected arrival of an unexpected visitor.
Guilty looked at Vikir with a smile on his lips, but his eyes weren't smiling.
``Who the hell has been raiding my organization's branches lately?''
``You must be the person Ephebo said the other day that he owed me.'' Answer? "
Guilty grinned as he heard Vikir's growl.
``Okay. Anyway, I'm tired of this middle-aged actor's face. I wanted another young, pretty face. I have a hobby of finding and collecting really beautiful faces. Just like you.
Thanks to her unique ability to recognize faces and masks, Guilty was able to see through the face of Vikil's plague doctor mask.
Hearing this, Dolores looked back at Vikiel, his eyes widening slightly.
"Night Hound is surprisingly handsome."
Since we can't see Vikil's face under the mask, we can only guess from Guilty's words.
"Is that the kind of beauty that even the devil desires?"
Dolores knows she shouldn't do this, but she can't help but be tempted by Guilty's words.
On the other hand, Guilty continued babbling.
"Hohohohoho! St. Dolores, I always wanted the skin on your face, and now you have an even prettier face, so what's the matter? Today, I'm going to show you a new face. Two people have been added!?"
But I can't put out the line.
"Gap"
Vikir's voice broke.
Tingling.
Guilty's head is cut in two with one blow.
"...?"
Guilty's skull is split into left and right.
Vikil landed lightly on Guilty's back, which was spitting out black blood.
Brawl. A series of extremely sophisticated footwork, sword strikes, and leading swords.
Vikir pressed himself against the steep railing.
...pull it!
The criminal fell off his railing and fell to his death.
Dolores looked stunned when she saw this.
"?"
Is this the end?
It was an incredibly pointless ending for a boss.
... Actually, Guilty didn't die in vain, and there's a high possibility that Vikiel wasn't able to demonstrate his full potential until now, but Dolores doesn't know that.
And.
"Of course, this is not the end."
Vikir warned Dolores.
"Get ready. The ``real thing'' is coming.''
And as if to prove Vikir's point, Guilty rose from the ground.
His mouth split in two as he spoke.
[What... is that?]
Guilty's eyes were red and bloodshot, as if they didn't belong to a normal creature.
He could smell Vikir now.
The scent of devil hunting that only devils can feel.
It was a scent that remained hidden under the mask and black robe.
Vikir is starting to show his true colors.
Tuttututu...
A black-and-red aura swirled violently throughout Vikir's entire body.
At the same time as the hidden power and aura explode, the soul of the dog that has run through countless battlefields bares its fangs.
Of course, the smell of blood on my teeth filled the air.
Devil's blood. And the youngest of them all.
It belonged to Andromarius X!
The last breath of the highest demon left a deep mark on Vikir's soul. It became his lifelong karma, making his soul and body even wilder and tougher.
Guilty couldn't smell it.
Finally, the smile completely disappeared from his lips.
[Maybe Andromarius... hasn't he contacted you lately...?]
Vikiel didn't answer.
In fact, his hidden aura exploded even further, and the smell of Andromarius' blood became even stronger.
Guilty heaved a pitiful sigh when he learned that Andromarius had been killed by Vikir right in front of him.
[Oh! It was necessary to combine the power of 10 demon lords to open the gate to the demon world, but now that one is gone, the burden on the remaining nine will only become even greater! Andromarius, you idiot!
Guilty's appearance began to change, and his voice became more and more distorted.
I can't forgive! [This great job was postponed for another 10 years!]
Whining, whining, whining.
It was so bad that just listening to it made my stomach hurt, and I felt like throwing up.
Pudududuuku!
At that moment, Guilty threw off his human cloak and began to reveal the true nature of his existence in the demon world.
"Huh?"
Dolores swallowed and stepped back.
But.
"..."
Vikir didn't take a step back, and he calmly watched the whole thing.
"Finally."
"Dantarian" is 9th out of 10!
This was the person Vikir was looking for.
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