The mad witcher was stunned.

His unclear mind made it impossible for him to discern what the speaker meant.

However, the anger in the heart has not weakened the killing.

The next moment, he rushed into the carriage.

The venom-stained dagger in his hand stabbed the speaker.

The dagger plunged straight into the other's chest.

The smile of surprise on the other party's face froze, but then, it was as if he had let go of countless burdens.

"That's right."

"I owe you this blow."

"I'm supposed to bear it."

The other said this, and then, with that relieved smile, hugged the mad witcher in front of him.

It's the kind of hug that belongs to Hokuriku.

Tighten and slap the other person's back.

The extremely rhythmic slapping sound is heavy.

But there is no malice.

The mad hunter instinctively sensed this.

Especially, with the blow just now, he seemed to have a little more reason in his heart and began to think.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I here for?

However, before he could figure it out, his ears were filled with the warm and joyful voices of huggers.

"Welcome back."

"My brother."

At the sound of this, the mad witcher couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Brother, brother?"

The voice was dry and muffled.

You can't hear it at all if you don't get up close.

"Yes, brother."

"Brother of the Wolf Faction!"

"I know that you will not all be destroyed in that battle, and that there will be remnants, but please forgive us for our incompetence, we have tried our best to find out what happened to you after you were captured."

"In the end, Colin had to take the risk and use his body as bait, which led to the back hand of 'Silent Night'."

"Those guys are as insidious as ever, and they want us to kill each other."

"But they underestimated the will of our witchers!"

The superior demon whispered in the mad hunter's ear.

Some illusions that belong to the evil spirits are quietly and silently cast at this time.

The mad witcher's heart calmed down.

Although he didn't know who he was for a long time, he confirmed that the person in front of him who gave him a hug was not malicious.

And also......

Sitting opposite, the man with an indifferent face.

Although there was no expression on the other party's face, the other party's breath was ...... It's familiar.

Seem......

He should be the same.

Qin Ran, who had changed to the title of [Evil Spirit Hunter], sat there quietly, looking at the expression of the mad demon hunter, he couldn't help but sigh.

The whip marks that peeked out from under the placket.

Ten fingers of the nail are missing.

Notches in the ears.

The scars on his face and so on, although all of this was cleaned up in a short period of time, these details were enough for Qin Ran to understand what had happened to the person in front of him.

Inhuman ordeal.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been tortured to the point of a nervous breakdown.

No!

Not a nervous breakdown!

Rather, confusion!

It seems to be some kind of experiment, and the 'soul' that does not belong to the other party is forced into this shell.

With the high-ranking evil spirit as an investigation, Qin Ran got more certain information.

Study the soul?

Qin Ran frowned secretly.

He knew very little about the 'Silent Night Secret Order', but judging from the existence of the 'Calamity Lady', there was no doubt about the strength of the other party, and now?

The danger level of the other party has been raised by one level again.

Anything that has to do with the 'soul' is not to be underestimated.

When the spiritual attribute broke through to the V. level and began to replenish himself, Qin Ran had such an understanding, not to mention the various benefits that his strong spiritual power had brought to him in the early stage.

Through the power of the contract, he gestured to the superior evil spirit.

The latter said clearly.

"My brother."

"The suffering will pass."

"I'll take care of the rest, okay?"

He let go of the other party's superior evil spirit and looked at the mad demon hunter very formally.

"There's no need to worry."

"I can assure you."

"With me, you won't be harmed in any way."

"Unless ......"

"I'm dead!"

The mad demon hunter who has long been affected by the [illusion] of the superior evil spirit, under the [evil spirit intuition] of the superior evil spirit, has almost no secrets.

The last words dispeld the mad witcher's concerns.

Then, the mad witcher looked at the dagger on the chest of the superior demon.

The dagger full of venom was still there.

Under the gaze of the mad demon hunter, the superior evil spirit smiled slightly, and pulled out the dagger casually.

"It can't hurt me yet."

Throwing the dagger on the table, the superior demon pulled the mad demon hunter to sit down, and said in a soft voice, "In a while, you will fall asleep, but don't worry, I am just using this way to help you find yourself." ”

Look at the mad witcher who fell asleep quickly under the appeasement of the evil spirit.

Qin Ran didn't have any surprises.

For an evil spirit who is already good at confusing people's hearts, it is too simple to bewitch a person, even a crazy person.

After all, it is not an ordinary evil spirit that bewitches this madman.

Qin Ran consciously kept quiet.

After entering the corridor of the city gate, he got Qin Ran's signal and quietly got out of the car, and Pol, who was sitting with Ashcano, didn't say a word, although he didn't know what Qin Ran was doing, but just keep quiet.

For this reason, he specifically signaled Ashcano to try to be slow and steady, and not to make too much movement.

The carriage moved forward slowly.

This did not go unnoticed by others.

Because, in Etaninburg, the carriage itself had to slow down, especially near the crowded city gates.

In the same way, the [illusion] of the superior evil spirit did not attract anyone's attention.

What has changed is only the heart of the mad witcher.

……

"Edson!"

"Using a dagger is different from a long sword, a dagger is not suitable for chopping, only for stabbing, and when you use a slash, it is when you are in a desperate situation, at this time you prepare a crossbow, it will be more suitable than a dagger."

"Of course, the same is true for the crossbow."

"But that's for you to make your own money, and I don't have Kimpton to spare."

In the open space of a wooden house, two scarecrows, one wooden man, were combed.

Edson, who was only twelve years old, couldn't help but pout the corners of his lips as he listened to his teacher's explanation.

He, prefers the long sword.

Pity......

His teacher was not good at using a sword, only a dagger.

So, he can only blame the learning dagger.

However, deep down, Edson had sworn that when he hunted monsters on his own, he would definitely find someone to learn the art of the long sword.

Of course, he won't tell the teacher about this.

……

"Edson, you're using your dagger so badly."

"It's not a throwing knife."

"When you hold it, don't think about abandoning it."

"You have to treat it as your best buddy, your most reliable comrade-in-arms!"

The drunken teacher, who was missing a leg and carrying a wine bottle, once again pointed at sixteen-year-old Edson.

Edson, who was a little more boyish and stubborn, ignored his teacher.

Still go your own way.

He likes to throw the dagger out and stick it in the throat of his prey.

Chop!

There was a crunch of metal and wood.

The wooden man who was training was shot by the dagger, and the metal blade of the dagger sank straight into more than half of it.

Edson watched the scene with satisfaction.

Then, he glanced at his teacher triumphantly.

He was sure that this was something that his teacher could not do either.

Seeing this, the old witcher, who was missing a leg, shook his head, took a large sip of wine, and looked up at the moon in the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

……

Another successful hunt.

At the age of twenty-two, Edson became a well-known member of the witcher.

Long swords, crossbow arrows, and the most commendable are the 'flying knife' stunt.

After taking the bounty, exchanging a barrel of fine wine, and carrying two deer legs, Edson was ready to go home to see the teacher.

"What a long hunt!"

Thinking about the process of this hunt, Edson couldn't help but feel excited.

He couldn't help but tell his teacher about the whole process.

In fact, from the age of eighteen, after every hunting mission was completed, he would tell his teacher, who would say a few words at first, and then listen quietly to him while drinking.

He sees this as a sign that he has surpassed his teacher.

……

At the age of twenty-five, Edson's fame grew by the day.

However, it did not have a name that everyone recognized.

For this reason, Edson was very distressed, and after he confided in the teacher again, he was ready to do a big vote.

He discovers a deeply hidden 'organization'.

He was ready to destroy the organization in one fell swoop.

Doing so will definitely earn him the title.

……

The process of tracking this organization is too difficult, there are almost no clues, and it can only be a matter of luck.

For a whole year, he didn't visit his teacher.

However, every two weeks he would send money back.

Hopefully the teacher is fine.

Wait for me!

I'll go back with the real title, and that's what you didn't do back then.

……

Another year!

Hard work pays off!

He's finally found out where that 'organization' is!

He couldn't wait to strike.

Then, fall into the trap!

A trap for him!

He was seriously wounded.

He thought he was dead.

Then, his teacher appeared.

Carrying a cane and a wine bottle, he suddenly appeared slowly.

No!

Not suddenly!

Rather, follow him.

He looked at the traces of grass mustard, dust and other marks on the teacher's body, and was very sure...... His teacher followed him all the time.

"Teacher."

He opened his mouth to say something, but all that was left was the title.

His teacher turned his head and looked at him, his eyes no longer cloudy as before, only a clear light.

"Boy, that's not how the dagger is used."

As he spoke, his teacher bent down and pulled out the dagger he had hidden in the side of his boot.

The dagger swirled at his fingertips, and his teacher turned and threw away the crutches.

"Look at it."

"I'll teach you again."

"Finally...... Once. ”

As the words fell, his teacher disappeared, and the thirty people of the 'organization' on the other side fell in a pool of blood almost instantly.

Ahem, ahem.

He was awakened by the sound of his teacher's cough.

He rushed over.

But he was stopped by his teacher.

Dagger, was thrown back.

"Boy, you're not far away."

With such words, his teacher disappeared.

Turned into a faint mist and vanished.

……

At the age of thirty, he earned the recognized title of 'Blade of Hunting'.

No more swords.

Only daggers.

One was left to him by his teacher.

One was built by him.

There is also a hand crossbow and an arm crossbow.

The arquebus already had it, but he didn't like it, it was too troublesome.

And the treasures among them?

It's too expensive.

He couldn't afford it.

Bite the cork and drink the teacher's favorite inferior wine, the transparent liquor poured into the mouth, there was almost no other fragrance, the taste was fierce, and the nose was so strong that it burned like fire.

But, he likes it.

One and a half bottles.

The remaining half of the bottle, he dumped in front of the teacher's tombstone.

"I found clues to those guys."

"They call themselves the 'Silent Night Secret Society.'"

"I've killed one hundred and thirty-seven of them."

"Next, it's the one hundred and thirty-eighth."

……

"Trap!"

"It's a trap!"

"I've dealt with them, and they won't be caught by the tail so easily!"

Edson said loudly.

"Don't worry, I'm sure!"

It's a male voice, sure, charismatic, and influencing everyone.

……

A losing decisive battle.

Looking at the scarred companion, looking at the tragically dead companion, Edson played with the teacher's dagger, he was very badly injured, just a sneak attack by a 'councilor' almost broke his ribs, but the other party was not comfortable, and suffered a fatal blow to his heart.

If you don't die, you will be abolished.

But what's the use of that?

There is no return from failure.

"Let's go."

"Leave with the last spark."

Edson stood up and said to his buddies who could still move.

Those partners who couldn't move, at this time, were in good spirits, and they stood side by side with Ederson with red faces.

There are no words.

There is no instruction.

They stay and fight for the survival of their partners.

There is no resentment either.

Because, if it were to be reversed, their partners would do the same.

……

The dying resistance is far longer than the decisive battle.

During this time that lasted for him, Edson didn't know who had managed to leave.

I don't know how many more partners have died.

But he found that goal.

The target that people can trust.

He was going to kill and question the other party.

And just as he rushed to the other party's eyes, the other party disappeared.

Disappeared out of thin air.

His nimbal blow missed.

He lost the last of his strength.

When he fell on his back, the 'councilor' who had been stabbed with a dagger and had become a waste appeared with a cruel smile.

He knows what the other party wants to do.

Therefore, he needs to gather his strength and give the other party the final blow.

……

Experiment!

Countless experiments!

His body was in shambles!

His sanity began to blur!

He knew his time was running out.

The bastard had stuffed so much evil into his body that he couldn't hold it anymore.

Then, the opportunity came.

His fake death succeeded, and the guy finally let his guard down.

The one wanted to chop him up.

However, his sudden attack, but before that, he bit the other party's throat.

It's ridiculous.

In the end, he actually borrowed the power of the evil spirit.

The Evil began to fight for his body.

How could he, let these evil things come true?

The stove next to it was blazing.

The kerosene lamp is on the table.

After breaking the kerosene lamp and pouring kerosene on himself, he rushed to the stove.

"We who don't belong to the light, we who don't belong to the darkness, walk on the edge."

"There is no glory of praise, no chant of songs, but pride of the heart."

In the midst of the loud shouts,

He and a group of evil aliens were reduced to ashes.

……

He woke up again.

His mind was a little blurred.

What's his name?

The jailer in front of him kept torturing him.

Some guys in his heart were also torturing him.

They were even more impatient than he was.

Because, too, they have forgotten who they are.

……

Everything became fragmented.

He was constantly tortured and beaten.

He resented, he was angry.

He's going to kill the people in front of him.

His anger, one with them in his body, made him more and more manic, but weaker when he thundered.

This weakness was discovered by the jailers.

These hateful fellows tortured him in a different way.

The forces that had just become one were once again fragmented.

Broken to the point of no value.

Captivity, became his treatment.

He asks who he is every day.

Can......

There is no answer.

Until that young man appeared, that young man with bad intentions.

"Snake Pie...... Snake Pie......"

In the darkness of nothingness, the mad witcher, no, it was Edson muttering to himself.

He looked down at himself.

Then he looked at his 'companion' standing in front of him.

The other party was worried, and his eyes were sincere.

Unlike the one who instigated him with bad intentions.

"I'm sorry."

"I didn't find you sooner."

"My brother."

The other party whispered.

Edson looked at the other and shook his head slowly.

"Wolves, Edson."

He said.

"Serpent Pie, Simon."

The superior evil spirit stretched out his hand, Edson was a little unaccustomed, but still stretched out his hand, and after the two sides shook it, the smile of the superior evil spirit became more and more enthusiastic.

"It's nice to see another wolf."

"To tell you the truth, you are more in line with my impression of the wolf faction than Horuf."

The superior demon gestured to Horuff's fat body as he spoke.

Horruf?

He's alive.

Hearing the familiar name after a long absence, Edson instantly felt a lot better.

"Is he okay?"

Edson asked.

"Good, you'll know the next time you see him in person."

"He's ......"

"Huh?"

The superior demon looked at Edson as if he was aware of it.

Under the gaze of the superior demon, a blood-colored mark appeared on Edson's body.

Edson glanced down at the marks and waved his hand at the superior demon.

"Don't worry."

"Just some parting gifts."

"I'll give him a salute in return."

As he spoke, Edson raised his hand to erase the blood-colored marks, and then continued to ask, "What did you say happened to Horruf?" ”

The superior demon, who sensed everything, laughed, and said very seriously as he returned to the carriage with Edson—

"He's gathering the remaining witchers!"

"We want to have a ......"

"Great counteroffensive!"