Chapter 350 – Father and Daughter, Not Father and Daughter -2-

The Marquis of Skadi’s mansion stands isolated from the estate.

The building, which is raised on a high enough ground to be an uphill road, naturally creates a gaze overlooking Yeongji-min.

The road leading to the mansion is wide, and the pattern of the bricks used on the floor is different from that of regular streets.

As you walk along the road, there is nothing other than lawns and trees for aesthetics.

A large piece of land, which can be considered the yolk of the estate, is sitting idle to make the Marquis’ mansion shine.

This is the empire I live in.

A world in which the rich show off their wealth and military power without paying attention compared to their previous lives, and ordinary people also take it for granted.

‘There is no inspiration.’

It’s none of my business to know what Youngji’s friends are like or what Youngjimin’s condition is.

It’s not like I have a burning sense of justice. We are not people who dream of revolution or redistribution of wealth to correct inequality.

The fact is that this picture in front of you is a picture you can commonly see wherever you go.

All the things that are taken for granted come together to remind us of the existence of an impenetrable wall between the Marquis and Yeongjimin and clearly prove that they have status.

It is a quiet location where Youngjimin cannot tell whether there are screams or how many people are dying.

It was perfect for making a tomb.

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“It’s been a while since I saw you, Marquis.”

“···.”

I don’t know what tricks her daughter did to get here.

The weapon in his hand was not a sword but an ugly scythe. Blood flowing down the tip.

A red crown floating above your head. A refreshing expression that shows no signs of mental problems.

Taesan had a question she wanted to ask her daughter, who had created a scene that made her mouth itch.

But before I ask Rikke Skadi a question.

Enoch Skadi’s gaze shifted to the man standing quietly next to him.

“···Who are you?”

There was nothing in the man’s hand.

I had a gut feeling that the crazy slash that tore the door apart was this man’s.

“···.”

It feels very natural for people to look down at me without answering and as if I am insignificant.

The difference in class is such that you don’t even feel uncomfortable with such an attitude.

‘This man is dangerous.’

I am confident that he is more dangerous than Juergena di Venta, one of the three knights of the Empire.

My five developed senses are shaking my heart and warning me not to be hostile to that man.

In order to survive here and plan for the next time, we must attack this man in some way.

“I think I am in a position to ask this question since I had a sudden visit. Before explaining the current situation, I would like you to tell me what your relationship is with my daughter.”

Piing-!

A red projectile reminiscent of an arrowhead.

The Marquis moved his head to avoid something that cut off the progressless conversation.

“I am your daughter? Please refrain from using hateful words. My adoptive parent is Juana Bright.”

“You cut off the matriarch’s words… Where did you learn this habit?”

Rike is pointing at himself as if he were pointing a pointer.

The Marquis tried to suppress his bubbling stomach.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, so it’s sad for you to ostracize me like this, right? You need to talk to me.”

“Ha…! I don’t know what you did, but now that you have a background, you’ve raised your eyebrows too much.”

Enoch Skadi’s words and actions as he watches Roman’s thoughts.

In a situation where normally he would have been scolded, the Marquis is calmly controlling his voice.

Ricke smiled at that and took a step forward.

“My brother won’t come forward. Ending the relationship between me and the Marquis is a personal matter.”

The Marquis’ eyebrows rose at the word referring to the unidentified man.

‘···Oppa?’

In that word, the relationship between the two can be read to some extent.

Literally it’s over to some extent.

The words of not coming forward are blocking confidence.

“You are ending the relationship… Do you hate this father so much that you want to kill him for not treating him warmly? Or are you afraid that he will not inherit the marquis?”

Ricke also did not expect the Marquis to confess.

Still, that shameless acting was amazing.

The sight of him tripping so shockingly was now even funny.

“The Marquis isn’t interested? Well, I could just catch a tramp lying in the alley and make him sit down. I could sell his genealogy at a store somewhere.”

“Cheeky···.”

Ricke’s sarcasm that if you sell your title, wouldn’t it be worth the price of a cake?

The Marquis became angry at those words and grabbed his sword.

The gaze quickly glances to the side.

‘You said you wouldn’t come forward… Do you really plan on watching? Did you make a contract to only accompany me here?’

The Marquis checked the man who was watching quietly with his arms crossed and pulled the handle of his sword.

Kiiiii-

With a horrifying sound, the wide sword sheath trembled and spat out the blade.

Its shape is called flamberge in the world.

The exposed blade has a undulating shape. This sword was the most suitable for using the Phantom Sword.

“It’s like a scream and it’s an unpleasant sound.”

“What can a woman with limited knowledge know?”

“Is that the price you pay for selling your mother?”

“···.”

An unexpected milestone.

The Marquis’ cold expression shook as if an earthquake had occurred, and he was speechless.

“The same goes for the warlocks who settled on the second floor. The level of the family’s knights was miserable. The unclean energy and power that they couldn’t properly control were suited to bandits, not knights.”

“···.”

“Did you enjoy your life rolling around in a mansion with trash eating good people?”

A contract based on Hellbroom and dark magic? Information that cannot be divulged because lives are at stake?

Any assumptions are already meaningless.

When the warlock is mentioned with such certainty, it would be a shame to hide it or show flippers.

Let’s keep silent without saying what Enoch said.

Rike laughed and threw down the vanitas in her hand.

“!”

Jjaeang-!

Vanitas, who was hit by the swinging sword and bounced back, seemed to be sucked back into Rike’s hand.

“Well, I didn’t ask to get an answer. I have to go back and prepare dinner, so let’s finish this quickly.”

“···You learned a useful trick.”

As Ricke said, all the warlocks on the second floor were dead.

If the body remains intact, it will be impossible for members of the church to remove it once they see it.

Boom-! Boom-!

Rike rotates the huge scythe and takes a stance.

Her lips moved with a bright smile.

“From now on, I will cut off the Marquis’ head and take it to the church. Today is the day to wash away the stigma of my mother’s family and restore their honor.”

“You proudly speak of immoral acts. Still, your face is more worthy of being looked at than when you were locked in your room.”

The Marquis spoke calmly but wondered how to move to get out of this.

Her mind was spinning so frantically that it burned.

No matter how much you think about it, there is only one answer.

You must erase these two with your own strength.

‘It’s worth a try.’

If you do not know the identity of the magic sword taught to you by Juergena, it is nearly impossible to respond to it all at once.

Even if there is a gap, it is a swordsmanship that can be used just once to bridge the gap.

Deal with Ricke quickly.

Looking at the gap, I use Juergena’s Phantom Sword on that man.

Hwareuk-!

A blue aura rose along the wave-like blade of Enoch Skadi’s sword.

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Ting!

The first strike, which was thrown in check, was so easily blocked by Rike.

The Marquis could not hide his admiration.

“Hoo-“

Even if it was thrown lightly, considering the strengthened state of the body, it was not an attack that the academy cadet could have blocked.

The moment Rike created a bright blue aura on her scythe, her eyes widened in surprise.

Still, I didn’t think it was a threat.

The Marquis knows how much skill a weapon called a scythe requires.

It is impossible to compare it with a pole or a spear.

It’s a weapon full of bravado with no reason to use it.

For a quick resolution with a child who is obsessed with self-indulgence.

The Marquis swung his sword at a faster pace than before.

Cheaeng-! Kang!

Speed ​​up.

Upload again.

Kagagagak-!!

So about thirty.

It didn’t work out as planned.

Rike blocked the sword with ease, boasting a level of skill that made it seem as if he had been holding a scythe for decades.

‘Shit! Shit! Shit···!!! Why?!’

Even with his strong body, he couldn’t overwhelm, let alone subdue, a girl who wasn’t even fully mature.

A feeling of anger welled up inside the Marquis.

‘This bitch is bringing trouble upon herself!’

I decided that I had to use the hidden sword to confront that man.

Enoch squeezed his heart and changed the way he used mana.

“Sigh!”

Put one foot out.

Rolling and stabbing on the floor.

At the same time as it is stabbed, the Flamberge blade is distorted and splits into three.

It flew towards Rike like a snake with many heads.

Whoosh!

The trump card shows worthless performance.

It tore open the empty space.

“···?!”

Maybe I worded something wrong.

To the point of absurd suspicion, Rike easily dodged her illusionary sword.

“You look nervous?”

Rike didn’t miss the opening and lifted up Vanitas and brought it down.

The sickle was driven into the marquis’ chest.

Deep!

“···Geuheouk!”

A bloody blade protrudes all the way to the back.

Anyone could see that it was a serious injury.

Widely!

The girl who was one step behind her stretched out her hand and Vanitas returned.

There was a hollow hole in the Marquis’ chest where the blade had fallen out.

Red blood flowed out from between them.

“Hmph!”

As Rikke swung Vanitas in a semi-circle to harvest her head as a finishing touch.

The blood that was flowing from the hole suddenly stopped.

At the same time, the skin color became dull.

The Marquis’s Flamberge was on the move again.