Chapter 14 - Relial Who Doesn't Know Vampirism and Giving Up (Complete)

Chapter 14 - Relial Who Doesn't Know Vampirism and Giving Up (Complete)

"As expected... It's like 'Relial who doesn't give up'."

"How did you name that...!"

Michels, now Lelial, has been living under the name of Michels for five years.

It was far from being a celebrity during Lelial's days, so if the name of Michels, the leader of the bandits, was known, it would have been much more known.

"Even in the game, even now that it's a reality, you don't give up. ...I'll admit that tenacity. I'm also a person with something I don't want to give up."

Game? Reality?

The thought that the blind man who only spreads unknown information may be a lunatic flashes through Lelial's head.

However, the problem is that the madman is stronger than he is.

The blind man removes the hood from his robe and continues his speech.

"It's okay if you don't understand what I'm saying. It's just my selfish whining."

"Why do you...Why do you want vampiric iron?"

Vampiric iron is a metal with unusual properties, but as you know, it doesn't have many uses.

Most of those who want vampiric iron are only blood mages who want to make bloodstone.

This means that there will be a terrible event of sacrificing a living person, and that is why it is a taboo item to possess even in many countries on the continent.

"Let me tell you one thing... I'm not a blood mage, just an ordinary swordsman."

The blind man lifted his sword hidden under his robe and said.

The blade was thin and long.

Lelial was able to find a faint hope there.

'If this lunatic can't pull out his sword yet...'

There are odds.

He judged that.

With a thin sword like that, he could cut down any number of his subordinates who didn't even have proper armor, but he might not be able to pierce his own 'Blood Strength' that easily.

But this is what I wish for.

It was Lelial who was trying not to be vigilant because he couldn't know the exact identity of the opponent.

"You really don't know how to give up. Even in this situation, you're trying to figure me out somehow. The unfortunate thing is that I don't fight a no-win fight."

"Use your bluff in moderation."

The blind man shrugs his arm at Leli Al's words.

And then the blind man continues to speak incomprehensible words.

"If I leave you alone...You will probably be able to make it. No? You will make it. The 'Vengeance of the Wicked' that you have been longing for and longing for."

"You bastard... What the hell is your true identity...?"

"It's not an easy question to explain. I know the future and the past. If you think that way, it will be comfortable for you as well as for me."

The blind man in front of Lelial was no mere lunatic.

He knew

The name of Lelial, the purpose of Lelial... Maybe everything about Lelial.

"...You who ate the bloodstone will get what you want. A power so strong that you won't have to bow down to anyone, and you won't have to hide anymore. And that's going to be a bad thing for me. 'I don't know how to give up. It is the moment when Lelial becomes the terrifyingly terrible 'Relial the Slayer'."

Slayer Lellial.

Such absurd words come out of the blind man's mouth.

"You are fascinated by the powerful power of bloodstone and want to continue making bloodstone. Kill blood wizards to obtain recipes for other bloodstones, create bloodstone on the corpses of countless victims... It is true that you need vampiric iron... Lelial, who is destined to commit a brutal massacre, your presence is one of the reasons I came here."

The blind man kept his mouth shut after that.

It was as if he had become an executioner to carry out the death penalty for Lelial.

Lelial didn't like that.

Why did he have to die like this himself?

Of course, 'Relial who does not give up' had no intention of falling down fleetingly until she tasted the sweet fruit.

Lely Al straightened his stance, clenching his trembling fists.

Then he asked the blind man softly.

"...Didn't you say you knew the future? Then I'll ask you one thing. Did I look happy after eating the bloodstone?"

The blind man gently draws his sword from the scabbard held in front of his face.

"Happiness for the wicked who brutally killed countless innocent people. I'll just say that I laughed like crazy."

"Laughing like crazy..."

Lely Al closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them wide and shouted as she lunged at the blind man.

"That's enough...!"

Lelial's legs, which quickly approached the blind man's nose, drew a line and headed for the blind man's face.

ã…¡Peruk!!!

The blind man blocked Lelial's kick with his sword and distanced himself.

Not a single drop of blood flowed from his leg, even though it was touched by the blade of the sword.

Originally, the leg should have been cut straight away, but there was no scratch.

This was the power of Lelial's Blood Strength.

No matter how trivial Lelial's talent is, Blood Strength is definitely magic.

There was a big difference from simple body strengthening, which is strengthened by infusing mana into the body.

'What, is it worth trying...?'

It was the impression that Lelial felt at the first meeting with the blind man.

Soon after, Lelial, whose spirits increased, shouted loudly.

"...Just that much! If you thought you could block my 'future', you'd be wrong!!"

"..."

The blind man just stares at Lelial.

I could see the movement of mana passing through the blind man's body.

Lelial couldn't detect anything special about his mana management.

Common.

There is nothing more.

With such poor mana management, the sword skill wouldn't be able to be drawn out either.

His experiences of watching countless strong men from afar are telling.

Lelial decided to push the blind man further.

The advance of Lelial that followed.

Lelial's fists are hurled at the blind man at breakneck speed.

However, this time the blind man swung his sword accordingly.

"A blind man who can't even handle mana properly... My arm with a sword like that...!!"

ã…¡Suddenly!

The chilling sound that followed was too soft for a blind man's face to be punched by Lelial.

ã…¡ Teruk.

Lelial's arm, which had risen in the air, soon fell to the floor and made a dull sound.

"Khhhhh!!!"

Leli Al backed away from the blind man, writhing in pain from his severed arm.

Lelial couldn't understand.

'Why...? Why...?'

It was an unparalleled swordsmanship that was launched in an ordinary trajectory as much as his mana management.

The blind man's swordsmanship was far from the swordsmanship of a strong man like the 'swordsman', who had been hiding behind the wall and watching Lelial when he was young.

It would have been more similar to the swordsmanship of a young child who boasts that he would become a knight often seen in any village.

But it was cut

But the blind man was still stronger than himself.

Because the word strong has always been relative, not absolute.

"Turn it off...!!"

Lelial managed to stop the bleeding from the severed arm using Blood Strength.

"Heo-eok... Heo-eok... I hate people who use swords like this..."

Lelial hasn't collapsed yet.

He didn't give up

However, Lelial's posture was completely disorganized, unlike his mental strength.

"Come on, I'll finish."

The blind man who said that rushed over.

Leli Al threw out his remaining left arm with all his might.

But it never happened that Lelial's fists touched.

ã…¡squeak!

The blind man, who had lowered his stance just before his fists touched and avoided Leli Al's fists, raised his sword and cut off what was left of his arm.

"Keuaaaaagh!!"

Despite the agony of losing his mind, Lely Al moved his legs.

Lelial's leg was slashed with a feeling of desperation.

ã…¡Suddenly!

As predicted, the blind man's sword cut through Lelial's leg.

In the end, Lely Al, who has only one leg left intact among his limbs, loses his balance.

ã…¡Thump!

Lelial collapses to the floor as it is.

His eyes were still unbreakable.

Blind man was strong.

He wasn't as strong as Leli Al expected, but he was simply stronger than he was.

They didn't have much difference in meaning.

Lelial was weak.

He had a dream even for him, who had only lived the life of the weak.

As of today, his dream and indomitable tenacity that does not know how to give up will be put to an end.

"..."

The image of a blind man approaching him appears in the sight of the fallen Lellial.

"I didn't mean to cause you pain, but I dragged it out because I wasn't very good at it."

"...I haven't given up yet."

"I know. That's because... It's Lelial who doesn't give up."

The blind man acted as if he knew everything about himself until the end.

"Lelial who doesn't give up..."

"Isn't it still better than Lelial who is weak?"

Lelial thought it wasn't too bad.

He was Lely Al, who had lived his whole life as an underdog.

Cowardly Lellial.

Weak Relial.

He thought it would be okay if it wasn't the insulting nickname he heard so many times, but 'Relial who doesn't give up'.

"...Right."

Even the moment when Lelial's consciousness gradually faded.

He wasn't giving up.

He didn't close his eyes.

Only then did Lelial's owl in the corner of the room fly towards the mouse on the floor.

The mouse, caught in the owl's sharp claws, struggled, but the mouse could not overcome the weight of the owl.

The owl's sharp beak rips the flesh near the mouse's neck.

The blind man approached Lelial, who was lying down, and made him feel at ease.

ã…¡Poo-wook.