Chapter 103: A Good Knife (12)
After saying that, the staff closed their mouths and looked at the city lord who was lying on the ground and had regained his human form at some point.
For a moment, the entire camp fell into an atmosphere of silence.
After a long time, the city lord spoke, he looked at the staff seriously, and said slowly in an unusually calm tone: "Hmm...... You're right, I shouldn't lie to you. β
The city lord's blunt answer made the staff stunned: "...... Did you really do all those things? β
"Well, you should have thought of it too...... I did the disappearance of the soldiers in the barracks, I took them and killed them, and sent them to a cave outside the city of Belia...... You know that cave, right? β
The staff's heart trembled, but he tried his best to keep his emotions alive, and there was no superfluous expression on his face.
Instead of answering the other party's question, he asked the other party again, "What exactly are you trying to do by sending those killed soldiers to the cave?" β
"I'll do these things......" The city lord didn't have any intention of concealing the facts in the face of the staff's questions, and quickly replied, "Naturally, it's to pick them up...... Pick up the demons back. β
"There's a magic circle in that cave that the Demon Clan used to summon their people - that's what the Demon Clan left over from the last time the demons invaded the continent. Activating this circle requires a lot of energy, and I only recently received an order...... Let me find a way to accumulate energy and open the command of the circle. β
"So you chose to kill the soldiers in the army and use the fighting energy in their bodies to fill the energy needed by the magic circle?" The staff's whole body trembled unconsciously when he heard this.
The city lord noticed the trembling of the staff's body, but there was no change in the tone of his voice: "Yes, this is the fastest way - the energy required by that magic circle is really very large, I have been working on this for three months, but I only accumulated enough energy to run the magic circle some time ago, and some demons came over." β
"Then you can't wait to get the soldiers out of the barracks...... They also deliberately went out in several batches in turn, so that they could collide with the demons that had teleported through the circle!? When the staff heard these words, their eyes widened in disbelief, as if they could not believe what they were hearing.
"You know a lot...... the city lord smiled, his smile was very strange with blood stains on his face at the moment, "You also know that the demon clan does not belong to the existence of this continent, and if you want to teleport more demons, you will naturally need more energy, and those soldiers from before are far from enough." β
"But those are your soldiers! They are all soldiers who respect you, love you, and regard you as the lord of the city! The staff member's body trembled unusually violently, and his voice began to tremble a little, but his volume suddenly increased suddenly, and he roared to the city lord lying on the ground in a rare way, "Why!? β
"Why can you casually use them as a sacrifice to bring back the demon clan!?"
"Why!? Answer me! β
But the roar of the staff did not change the mood of the city lord, and he was silent for a while, and then replied quietly: "Because ...... I'm a demon too......"
Even though the staff had already received the same answer in their hearts, their hearts couldn't help but tremble violently when they heard these words.
He shook his head, as if he couldn't accept the answer: "No...... How can you be a demon...... You grew up with me...... How could you be a demon!? β
"What are you thinking? From the first day we became Lord and Staff of Belial, the Empire's top brass told us the secrets of the demons for so many years...... You must already know a lot about demons," the city lord shook his head, looking at the staff in front of him, there was no expression on his rough face, "You've seen me before, you can't be unaware...... Such a huge humanoid monster with black and red skin, wings on its back, and a hideous face and terrifying fangs is a demon. β
The lord struggled on the ground, as if trying to sit up, but the heavy injuries forced him to lie back down.
This action caused blood to flow from his severed arm, and the staff did not notice the blood from the wound due to the weak light.
But it was only then that the staff noticed the gurgling blood coming from the terrible wound......
It turned out to be black.
The staff's head suddenly shook even harder.
The city lord noticed the gaze of the staff and immediately smiled: "See, my blood...... It's black. β
He paused when he said this, and then re-spoke in an accentuated tone, "...... It's black! It's not normal human or elven red! It's not goblin or some orc green! It's black that belongs to the devil! I'm not human, I'm ......"
"It's a demon!"
"How can you be a demon...... the tone of the staff also became heavy, "Aren't all demons invaders from another continent!?" We grew up together in the slums of Irun...... How could you be a demon!? β
"But the truth is right in front of your eyes." The city lord regained his composure after saying the previous paragraph, "And I believe you have known about this matter in your heart. β
"You colluded with that adventurer, you allowed him to open a shop outside the barracks, and you didn't forget to tell him to come before you came to see me today...... Actually, you've been prepared for a long time, haven't you? You're just...... I don't want to admit it. β
The "......" staff were silent when they heard this.
He was silent for a moment, then spoke with difficulty: "I was told a month ago that you are actually a demon...... But it's really hard for me to believe it, or I really can't believe it. β
"Because...... How can you be a demon? β
"The one who never killed anyone even in the slums of Irun, who defied the law, who never ate human flesh even when he was about to starve to death, the lord of Belia...... The one who was loved by the soldiers...... How can it be a demon? β
"How could it be a demon who randomly killed soldiers to fill the energy of the magic circle in order to get the demon clan to return...... Obviously, you haven't even killed anyone. β
The city lord, who had already calmed down, suddenly laughed when he heard this:
"You say...... I haven't even killed anyone? β
The city lord didn't laugh loudly, but there was mockery in his laughter.
The staff was stunned: "What do you mean?" β
"So, you've been the same naΓ―ve since you were a child...... the smile on the castle lord's face didn't diminish, and he said slowly to his staff, "I've killed people, and I did it at a very young age. β
ββ¦β¦ I've never heard you talk about it. β
"Why should I tell you?" The smile on the corner of the city lord's mouth widened, but it seemed that the act of laughing also affected the injuries of his body, and he coughed violently, spurting a large mouthful of blood from his mouth.
Blood stained the front of his clothes a pitch-black color, giving off a fishy smell.
"Ahem, cough, cough......" His chest rose and fell violently, and it took a long time for his cough to calm down, and there were still black blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but he still raised his head and continued: "My first murder...... It was when I was four years old. β
"The one who kills...... It's the woman I should call 'mother'. β
When he heard this, a shocking feeling surged up in the hearts of the staff.
"Incredible to you, right...... How could I kill someone? And the one who killed or gave birth to my mother? The castle lord's smile gradually turned cold, "You know the guy I should call 'Mother'...... What does it look like? Do you know what was the first thing she did after giving birth to me? β
"My 'mother'...... The first thing I did after giving birth to me was to find the outsiders, take the food that was provided to me, and ......"
"One person eats the entire share."
"Don't look at me like that, what I say is true." The city lord looked at the staff with a surprised face and said coldly, "Since I was born, my 'mother' has taken at least half of my share of food every day, and since I was three years old and can work...... She takes everything from me every day. From the age of three, I had to earn the food I needed by hard work.
And even so, my 'mother' is still not satisfied...... She would complain every day that I didn't have enough food to eat, and that she would beat me hard every time I was upset - she had a very long, wide stick with which she would beat my leg when she wanted to...... She would never hit my hand, because if it hurts, it will affect the efficiency of my work. When I was three years old, I was too young, and I was taught by her that 'mother is the most important thing', so every time I heard such complaints, I didn't dare to talk back, and when she beat me with a stick, I only dared to bear it, no matter how uncomfortable I was.
It wasn't until I was four years old, as I grew up and interacted with other people, that I realized that even in the slums of Irun, my 'mother' was going too far...... Later, when she scolded me and beat me, I still just endured it, but every time she scolded me, every time she hit me, my heart would accumulate a little more anger.
Anger eventually erupted, and once I had a fever and my whole body was in a daze. I was very unproductive that day, and I only got two loaves of bread for a day's work. When I returned to Mother, she looked at the two loaves of bread in my hand and seemed very dissatisfied, took them from my hand, and slapped me at the same time, muttering, 'What a useless piece of waste.' β
As she said that, she was still nibbling on the bread I had worked so hard for, not caring that her son still had a high fever and hadn't eaten after a day of work...... When I heard that, maybe it was because of the fever and the heat, or maybe the hard work I had accumulated had finally reached a critical point, I was really angry, I got up and picked up the stick she usually beat me with, and slammed it down on her head.
She was knocked to the ground by my stick, and her head was dented by me, and red blood and white brains were visibly bleeding...... But I was still not angry, and I struck a lot of sticks on her body, until when I came back to my senses, my hands were covered in blood. β
"......" The staff looked at the city lord in front of him, but it was the first time he heard him say this, "But even if your 'mother' does it to you, it is wrong to kill people......
Before the staff could finish speaking, they were interrupted by the sudden laughter of the city lord: "Hahahahaha! Hahaha! Hahaha! You will never be able to experience a good mother...... What kind of life did I live in the first four years of my life! β
"I don't have enough to eat every day, I have to rely on my work every day to get back food, and most of this exchange food is exploited by my 'mother'! If she doesn't fill her belly, she may be beaten badly! β
"Why should I kill people...... Because if I don't kill her, I even doubt that I will starve to death one day! You, who have been cared for by others since childhood, what qualifications do you have to teach me!? β
The staff was frightened by the menacing city lord and took a step back.
The city lord suddenly struggled to sit up with his remaining right arm, obviously a little excited: "Look...... I killed my own mother when I was four years old, and I ate bread with my hands stained with her blood after killing her, and I learned the taste of human blood when I was four years old. I've always been such a person, no, I should say...... I've been a demon from beginning to end! β
After hearing this, the staff's slender body trembled extremely violently, and he stared at the city lord sitting up in front of him, and suddenly clenched the long knife in his hand.
"I've never changed, and I've vowed to change the world since I killed my 'mother' when I was four years old."
"No matter how many people you kill? Even if you kill the soldiers who love you? Even if...... Kill me? The staff lowered his head and looked at the knife in his hand, the long knife reflecting a cold cold light.
When he heard the last sentence, the city lord was stunned.
"That's a question I've answered before."
As soon as the city lord's words fell, a cold light suddenly crossed the completely dark air.
"That's enough."
The cold light cut through the air and the raindrops that filled it.
Swiftly slashed at the castle lord's neck.
"Actually...... We're all the same, Dimon. The castle lord's lips twitched, and he spoke the last words to his staff.
Then the cold light flickered, and the city lord's head flew from his neck.
Warm, foul blood splattered the staff's face.
The castle lord's head fell to the ground, and after rolling several times, the familiar face stopped in front of the staff's gaze.
The staff's hands trembled violently, and he looked at the familiar but lifeless face, and the eyes on the face, and inexplicably had some associations.
The knife in front of him was clean and neat, and a good head flew out when the knife fell in his hand, and he thought that if the city lord was still alive, he would definitely pat him on the shoulder vigorously and said with relief: "Dimon, what a knife!" It's worth the martial arts that I spent half a year teaching you! β
Speaking of which, his name "Dimon" was also chosen by him......