The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

30 – Remember Scene 030#

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Blanche’s first memory was of the boy.

When I opened my eyes, the village was on fire.

‘It’s hot… .’

I couldn’t tell if it was hot because of the sparks or because of the tears.

The girl woke up from the heat.

My head hurt.

The girl barely remembered.

The soldiers with torches came to the village.

They set her house on fire.

They burned alive the families who begged for their lives.

They burned everything in the girl.

Here and there ash was blowing like snow.

At that time, the girl found a human figure standing among the scattering ashes.

that was a boy

A boy was standing on a pile of ashes, watching the village burn.

I tried to speak up, but it didn’t work out.

Because it felt like my throat was burning.

“fat… ryo… please… .”

The boy turned his head at the voice.

It was a boy with long hair neatly tied up.

The lines were thick and it gave the impression of being strangely tired.

He approached her slowly.

“… Are you a survivor?”

The boy looked at the girl.

“It must be painful.”

It was not a sympathetic gaze.

“And it will be painful.”

It wasn’t even a compassionate gaze.

“I might be better off dead.”

Her eyes were as empty as transparent glass beads.

“Nevertheless… Do you want to live?”

The girl squeezed out her remaining strength and nodded.

Above the ashes, the girl hoped for life.

“What is your name?”

name?

The girl tried to think.

But I couldn’t remember.

As if it burned down along with her village.

In the end, the girl had no choice but to shake her head.

Then the boy reached out his hand to her.

“Follow me.”

In the faded memory, the boy’s voice was as clear as it was.

“I am Tristan. He is the eldest son of the Ruelberta family.”

The little girl took Tristan’s hand.

It was cold.

She felt the flames that had consumed her fade just a little bit.

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The cold was severe.

I leaped quickly.

The floor I was standing on just now froze.

Blanche shouted in anger.

“Don’t dodge!”

So are you sure it’s right?

I quickly aimed my revolver.

But it wasn’t easy to aim.

Blanche’s speed was already impossible to follow with the naked eye.

‘Shit… .’

[You are ‘angry’!]

heart was heated

A burning feeling welled up inside me.

Fierce anger collided with bitter hatred.

“Suck?!”

Blanche’s movements slowed down.

There was no time to aim.

In that brief moment, I quickly pulled the trigger.

Taang!

“Kuh!?”

The bullet went through Blanche’s leg.

Her expression was more suspicious than intense pain.

There was no need to use Blanche’s superhuman reflexes.

It was because the bullet’s trajectory wasn’t already pointing at her, enough to avoid it even if she stayed still.

I pulled the trigger again.

This time, no aim.

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Dry gunfire rang out in succession.

“Keugh?!”

Blood spurted from her body as she was shot.

“Your hair… !”

Visual confirmation was sufficient.

To hit the target with this gun.

Gathering the mana around me in my spare time, I channeled it into the bullet.

The magic that passed through my body contained a clear intention.

According to my intention, the bullet changed its trajectory toward her.

Thanks to that, I was able to give her a valid blow.

But it wasn’t fatal.

“Do you think I will continue to suffer!”

The wounded Blanche roared.

As if responding to her emotions, the fangs of the cold attacked me.

I didn’t bother avoiding it.

[You are ‘angry’!]

“… … !”

One after another, my ‘rage.’

My ‘patience’ was at stake.

My heart was beating fast as if I had stepped on the accelerator.

If I suddenly hit the brakes in this state, my heart would burst.

It was that dangerous.

However, there was no suitable way.

I took my foot off the brake.

Only then could he overwhelm Blanche.

“… come.”

“Tristaaan!”

Anger that burns everything collided with hatred that freezes everything.

In an instant, the air exploded.

Wind pressure rose with the sound of fireworks exploding.

Blanche and I were blown away by the impact.

“… !”

Blanche was closing the distance before I even fell to the floor.

It kicked off the air and changed its direction.

What kind of movement is that?

It’s amazing.

That figure was the best killer in the world.

[You are ‘arrogant’!]

Blanche growled.

“In this situation… Are you laughing?”

ah?

I guess I was laughing without even realizing it.

Perhaps the effect of ‘pride’.

‘Pride’ was turning even the crisis of death that confronted me into a pleasure.

like a drug

“Know that it will be the last time you laugh like that… !”

The cold-blooded criminal roared.

The air around them froze.

The moment my feet touched the ground, I quickly twisted my body.

Keyiing!!

The ground was cut at the same time as the terrifying sound of friction.

“… … !”

My right arm, unable to avoid her claws, felt a sharp pain.

There was no blood.

Because I froze at the same time I got hurt.

“indeed… I can see why it got the nickname of a monster of the cold.”

Blanche, the ice-blue tiger was exhaling cold air.

One of the secret experiments conducted by the Ruelberta family.

It was an attempt to implant the mana of the Witchbeast into a human body.

Blanche was the sole survivor of the experiment and a successful one.

The magical power of the spirit beast of the cold was flowing through her body.

If he were an ordinary person, even his blood would have been frozen by Youngsoo’s magic.

However, Blanche endured the magic that made everything freeze.

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character profile.

Name: Blanche.

Age: 20.

Occupation: Escort of the Isakhel family.

Personality: sincerity, loyalty, hatred.

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She was also a named character.

“… You deserve to kill me.”

“Are you bluffing under these circumstances?”

In fact, the bluff is correct.

My back was already wet with cold sweat.

The wound hurt.

Avoiding her attacks with this body was no easy feat.

“I never thought I could survive this far without even using magic.”

Blanche wiped the pooled blood with her hand from the spot where she had been shot earlier.

The wound had already healed.

“But that ends here. Doesn’t the Count know?”

Winter began to rage behind her.

“That there was no target I could not kill.”

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Blanche remembers that day.

“You are ‘Blanche’ from now on.”

Tristan said that on the day he became the servant of the Ruelberta family.

From then on, the girl knew that her life as a Blanche would begin.

Blanche did not live as an ordinary servant.

She was raised there as a killer.

Severe training continued every day.

It was an unbearable training for young Blanche.

she wanted to live

The day I first met Tristan, as she said.

I endured all the training because I wanted to live.

She learned how to kill humans step by step.

Learned how to use numerous poisons and secret devices.

Fortunately, he had the talent.

There she was sincere.

That’s why I was able to grow faster than other sprinklers.

The first time Blanche killed a person was when she was 8 years old.

The first task given to her was to assassinate a reporter who posted a slanderous article about the Ruelberta family.

On his way home, he stabbed him from behind.

He was stabbed in the vital spot and died on the spot.

It was a trivially simple thing.

But in that moment, she felt alive.

It wasn’t that I felt the joy of killing people.

It was the joy of completing an order.

Blanche found her reason for living there.

“Kill him.”

Blanche faithfully followed orders.

“Killing… .”

Mission accomplished.

“Kill again.”

Her sword was stained with blood.

Her presence became even clearer.

Blanche remembers that day.

The day when the head of the family, Earl Milliam, summoned the killers.

he said.

“I will make you stronger.”

Blanche was laid on the operating table without knowing why.

An operating room full of scrolls and magic tools written with countless spells.

It was scary.

But I tried not to be afraid.

Because it was an order.

She felt something dig into her body.

It was cold.

Like Tristan’s hand extended to her that day.

When Blanche opened her eyes again, she felt a chill flow through her body.

And it was only later that I found out that she was the only survivor.

Blanche remembers that day.

The day Tristan summoned her to a remote cliff in the manor shortly after Milliam died.

The revolver was pointed at her.

And Tristan’s last words.

“You don’t have to forgive me. Blanche.”

dry gunfire.

Her vision flipped as her shoulder ached.

When I realized it, Blanche was already falling into the sea.

with a plop!

There was a spray of water.

The memory of her sank into my heart along with the spray.