In the face of the real god of death, the half-demon boy had no room for resistance, and he was hit in an instant. Blood splattered from his chest, staining his eyes red in disbelief.

Perhaps, until he lost consciousness, he couldn't believe that he was defeated by others so easily.

As the Grim Reaper turned to leave, the demonic aura that rushed to the sky erupted behind him, tearing through Death's robes with its tearing claws.

The tattered robe was torn to reveal a white skeleton, and the half-demon boy stared at his red eyes and slammed his bruise-blooded claws at the skull of the Grim Reaper.

I thought that one thing that was nine out of ten would go wrong, making the dignified Castlevania butler a laughing stock. Caught off guard by an inconspicuous little character, the Grim Reaper was naturally annoyed, only to see the soul fire in his empty eye sockets burning violently, as if it was about to burn everything in sight.

Facing the half-demon boy who had fallen into madness and his combat power skyrocketed, the god of death calmly raised his hand and easily blocked the opponent's attack, and the seemingly fragile bone palm tightly clasped the half-demon boy's arm.

"Can't suppress the demonic power in your body and get lost? Pathetic existence. ”

Staring at the half-demon boy's shiny red pupils for a while, the Grim Reaper couldn't see any reason at all, and was as tyrannical as a wounded beast.

The serious injury stimulated the latent power in the half-demon's body, but the soaring power directly overwhelmed his reason, which is the sorrow of the half-demon.

"Uh-ah, roar!"

The half-demon boy struggled hard to break free from the Grim Reaper's grasp, and a muffled roar could not be suppressed from his throat.

"Lord Death, please have mercy on your subordinates and take his life. His excellent bloodline is the best experimental material. ”

Just as the Grim Reaper was about to make up for his mistake, the genius puppeteer Ionella hurried in.

This puppeteer is no stranger to Death, and most of the puppet maids in Castlevania are made by her. The puppeteer, who was personally invited to join Castlevania, used to stay in his room to study the mysteries of the puppet and rarely showed up.

Her request was agreed by the Grim Reaper after thinking about it, and fortunately knocked out the half-demon in his hand. After all, while Ionella is highly skilled at making dolls, her own combat prowess is not worth mentioning at all.

"Thank you very much, Lord Death."

Ionella is happy that she has been given an excellent material, even better than using humans to make a forbidden doll.

"Oh, you're welcome, puppeteer. The puppet maid you made saved me a lot of trouble. ”

This is also true, when I relied on those demon maids in the past, the Grim Reaper was half dead. The appearance of the puppet maid can be regarded as a complete liberation of death, so that he no longer has to worry about those trivial things.

The unconscious half-demon is escorted to the dungeon, where he happens to be a neighbor to Kikyo.

Even Ionella couldn't be right away, and she had a lot of other research left unfinished.

A day later, the half-demon boy finally came to his senses after waking up from his coma, even though his injuries still made him unable to get out of bed.

"Hiss......"

His body twitched, and the half-demon boy took a painful breath of cool air.

He looked down and found that the skin on his chest was rolled up, revealing a wound as terrible as a centipede.

Not even bandaged, fortunately, the half-demon has inherited a little bit of the monster's physique, otherwise the bleeding alone may kill him.

Struggling to get up, the half-demon boy tore open the sheets on the bed and wounded them indiscriminately. Years of experience of surviving alone outside the home have made the half-demon boy already know how to deal with his injuries, and it is definitely better to have bandages than not to have bandages.

After taking care of the wound, the half-demon boy rested for a while, feeling that his physical strength had recovered a lot, so he began to observe the surrounding situation.

A rudimentary but sturdy dungeon, surrounded on three sides by stone walls and an arm-thick steel fence on the other. The situation inside the dungeon was terrible, a simple bed hewn out of stone with yellowed sheets, and nothing else.

The half-demon boy moved his heavy body and kept knocking on the three stone walls, but each knock was a thick sound. Finding the weak spots of the dungeon, breaking through, and then escaping or something, sure enough, only exists in literature. The role of the dungeon is to hold prisoners, and all aspects must be considered at the beginning of the design, how can there be such a big flaw.

Seeing that the stone wall was unbreakable, the half-demon boy had no choice but to return to the fence and reach out to hold the two iron pillars in an attempt to defeat them.

The results are still disappointing.

Not to mention that the half-demon boy was seriously injured and could not use all his strength, even if he was intact, it was impossible for these magically blessed fences to be bent by brute force.

"Damn! Bastard, let me out! ”

After exhausting all methods, the half-demon boy finally gave up, and he sat in the prison and kept shouting.

Of course, the guards of the dungeon didn't care about his shouting, and no matter how much he shouted, no one came to check on him.

"Shut up, you're too noisy."

Although the dungeon's guards did not respond to the half-demon's cries, there was another person in the dungeon who couldn't stand his shouting and became angry.

"Who are you? Is there anyone else here? ”

Hearing the voices of other people next to him, the half-demon boy was startled, and he put his head on the fence and tried to reach out to see the situation next to him.

Unfortunately, his head was so much bigger than the gap between the fences that it was impossible to stick out.

I couldn't see another person, but judging by the voice, it was a woman.

As soon as he thought that the other party was a woman, the half-demon boy immediately had no idea of heeding the other party's warning.

"Huh? Obviously he is also a person who was arrested, what is there to be arrogant! ”

The arrogant half-demon boy looked contemptuous, since the other party was arrested, then he must be a guy with no ability, and naturally he is not worthy of his respect.

Ignoring the warning next to him, the half-demon boy began to shout again.

This time, there was no warning. I don't know if I know that the warning is useless, or if I give up on pestering the other person.

For the half-demon boy, the silence of the person next to him was obviously a symbol of his victory. Thinking of this, the half-demon boy shouted even harder.

However, everything is useless.

After screaming for a long time, no one came, and the half-demon who felt dry had to close his mouth. He felt that his throat was unbearably dry and tried to find water to drink, but after searching for a long time, he could not find any water in the cell.

The fact that there was no water in the cell was too hard to accept.

"Hey, can anyone hear me? Bastard, hurry up and bring some water to Lao Tzu! ”

The half-demon boy slammed the fence hard, trying to convey his voice to the guards outside.

The fence was rattled by him, but after a long time, no guards came in.

"Don't waste it."

The person next to him couldn't stand it anymore, kindly reminded him, and then fell silent again.

If she hadn't spoken out again, others would have thought she had disappeared.

Hearing the woman's words, the half-demon boy's attention suddenly shifted. Feeling the pain of a dry throat, the half-demon boy couldn't get up anymore.

"Hey, next to you, do you have any water?"

Perhaps this was the first time he had begged someone in such a low voice, and his whole face turned red with these words.

"There is water, but my hands and feet are chained, and I can't hand it to you."

The words from the side made the half-demon boy's hopes directly dashed.

"Oh, no, I'm dying of thirst."

The half-demon boy let out a frustrated lament, leaning against the stone wall too lazy to move.

"In a few hours, someone will probably bring food and water in."

There was silence for a moment, and then words of comfort came.

"How many hours...... It's been so long, and I still don't know who you are. Uncle Ben's name is Inuyasha, and you should remember that this is the name that will resound throughout the world in the future. ”

"Kikyo."

"Your reaction is really cold. By the way, how long have you been locked up here? ”

"I don't know, for a while."

"Do you know the Jade of the Four Souls?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"Listen to you, you know? So do you know where it is? ”

"I don't know."

“……”

In the empty dungeon, the two of you chatted one sentence at a time, and I one sentence at a time.

……

There weren't many topics between the two, and they soon fell into a point where they had nothing to say.

Next to the cell, Kikyo's limbs were still chained and hung in the air. With Kikyo's temperament, she doesn't really care much about her current situation, and the silence of the dungeon doesn't affect her mood at all.

Unfortunately, her good days are clearly coming to an end today.

There was a noisy guy living next door to her, and since he came in, there has been no quiet in the dungeon. At first, Kikyo didn't want to deal with each other, but he was so noisy that Kikyo was upset.

Originally, Kikyo's mood would not be so unbearable, but the deepening bloodthirsty desire seriously wore down her mood, and she had long since lost her original calmness.

Finally, after enduring the torture of his ears for a long time, Kikyo still scolded impatiently.

The other party was frightened.

Although I couldn't see the other person's appearance, I could tell this from Kikyo's reaction to the other party.

But soon, the commotion began to start again. Her warning was obviously not taken into account by the other party, even if Kikyo was a little angry, but now she couldn't punish the other party.

I thought that I would have to endure the other party's noise in the future, but I didn't expect that not long after, the other party's voice gradually lowered.

Thirsty? Kikyo was a little glad that the dungeon was finally quiet.

Perhaps because she had experienced the pain of wanting to suck blood but having to endure it, Kikyo knew the feeling of a dry throat, and she relented for a moment and reminded the guy next to her.

Unexpectedly, the guy put the focus of harassment on her.

Of course, Kikyo didn't want to pay attention to the guy, but at this moment, a bloodthirsty feeling welled up in his heart. In order to distract from the desire to suck blood, Kikyo had to chat with the other party without saying a word.

A half-demon, a half-demon transformed from a human, gradually breeds some friendship in the uninhabited dungeon.