Chapter 50 How can one express their feelings? Tears flow as the nobles are slaughtered…
Gods.
I stopped hoping to become human a long time ago.
But why do you tear away my human skin again and again, forcing me to reveal my hideous demonic form—
And tell me about all the pretense and effort.
It's all just wishful thinking and futile efforts.
*
The first person to die was an old man named Edward.
When Mainkun climbed through the window following the scent, he was putting a collar around the neck of the unconscious Lynette.
[It's a thief! Help!]
Mainkun lost control of his demonic power and reason, snatching the collar and putting it around his neck.
Pfft, pfft, pfft.
The nobleman's head, like an extra mole on his shoulder, was forcibly strangled off.
[My lord, you called us—my lord! ahhhhh!]
The sound of a cervical vertebra cracking startled the servants.
[Kill him! Monster! Bang bang!]
They fired at the half-demons, but the bullets were intercepted in mid-air by the half-demons' sharp claws. Mainkuhn twisted his wrist, and the ricocheting bullets drilled several standard round holes in their foreheads.
Perhaps the cork can stop the white liquid flowing out.
[Woof! Woof!!]
[Friends? Why are they even shooting?! This is no fun.]
The gunshot summoned Edward's ignorant guests.
[If any little brat upsets you, your loyal black wolf is more than willing to stand up for you, just like before... Aaaaaaahhhhhh—]
He led his excited hunting dog, intending to play a hunting game with the children.
thud,
Mainkuen grabbed the leash and smashed the dog's head with it.
[Woof!]
The dog died too.
[monster--]
His son yelled from the side, raised the toy box in his hand, and frantically smashed it against the half-demon's head.
[Give me back my father's life!]
Bang!
Mainkuhn was hit squarely on the head, but fortunately he wasn't thinking with his brain at the moment.
The half-demon's pupils were unfocused. Following the guidance of his demonic power, he put the entire box, along with the toys inside, into his back door.
[Ugh—the devil...]
He left this world with a belly full of blood, and his death was not a pleasant one.
[Friend, we're kindred spirits! You also enjoy alphabet games?]
The house is really well soundproofed, yet someone still opened the door and gave the half-demon an ambiguous and knowing smile.
[...But I don't think I've ever seen a horse that old in a club, and what's that lying next to it—]
[Well...]
In his chaotic consciousness, Mainkuhn tried to hang the man up, binding him in his favorite way.
But the rope was too strong, and his grip was too heavy; the man was instead strangled into several pieces, hanging limply from the ceiling.
Put them together and you'll be another bad guy.
I also tried to light candles and drip wax, but my claws were too big to hold them steadily, so I had to use charcoal instead.
[Ugh, you bastard—]
What's the difference between red and black? Anyway, his skin did change color just as he had initially wished, and he was convulsing with a burning pain.
I've also tried getting piercings, but I had no experience and accidentally pierced my left chest cavity, between the second and fifth ribs.
The nipple and the heart are not too far apart.
[Murder!]
The guards ran, the nobles ran, but Mainkun caught them, broke their legs, snapped their tendons, and prevented any of them from reaching the door to freedom.
Just as they have done in the past.
Everything had been done; Jin Zun's breath was no longer heard in the villa.
However, the evil desires that had flooded into the half-demon's body had not yet been exhausted. Excessive negative emotions formed crazy babbling in his mind, cursing all tangible matter in the world.
They all deserve to die!
Something is crying in the blood.
All of them should be buried with us!
A childish curse came from the fish tank.
I will pulverize them all, leaving not a trace in the world!
The fountain in the bonsai tree seemed to be speaking.
Just like us.
The waters of Teyvat hold the most intense emotions.
But how many times of resentment and despair must it take to brew such intense hatred? To the point that I couldn't control even the slightest movement of my body?
"......"
Even when Mainkun awoke from the pile of corpses, he still couldn't understand it.
"......"
White's trench coat was soaked in blood.
The shoes and socks were damp too.
"......"
Something is poking my ankle.
Mainkun reached out to touch it, and his fingernail hooked out a gold tooth.
"......"
Mainkun, dumbfounded, dropped his teeth, his ears drooping, his vertical pupils wide and unfocused, and returned to the original room.
"Hoo~z"
Lynette slept peacefully amidst the filth.
"......"
Almost instinctively, Mainkuhn forgot his fear of people and reached out with both hands to pull the girl away from the filthy pool of blood.
I need to find a... clean place...
He staggered, his stiff legs moving, stepping over pieces of flesh and bone.
I need to find a... clean place...
Cannot find it.
I went down from the top floor to the lower floors, passing through all the rooms.
Mainkuhn stood there, stunned, in the lobby on the first floor.
Everywhere there was blood; everywhere there were mutilated human bodies.
"......"
Everywhere you look, there is fresh evidence of crime.
Everywhere deserves a just judgment.
"Let go, you bastard!!"
Until the child's roar, accompanied by a small force, shoved into the half-demon's back.
"!!!"
I did all of this!
"Ahhhh—"
Mainkuhn was jolted awake. He shook the child off, curled up on the floor, screaming and wailing wildly.
Nothing has changed. Nothing has changed.
Blood dripped from the tips of his ears, and his heart bled along with them.
"Ughh ...
I'm sorry, brother, brother!
I've been so happy and blissful lately that I've completely forgotten about it.
You don't have a younger brother.
How can humans have monsters as family?
How could a duke have a criminal as a family member?
That's just a wild beast called a lynx! It has nothing to do with you!
"...Ugh!"
I'm sorry, teacher, I'm sorry, Navelette.
I have failed your teachings and promises today.
No matter how hard you try to act, a fake is still a fake.
I will never be a good person in the normal sense.
They will never be able to follow human rules.
Even less likely to obtain what you described—
"Aaaaaaahh ...
happiness.
*
When the young murderer cried, all the children, young and old, were completely stunned.
What's going on here?!
"You, you all wait here for me, I'll go down and take a look."
"elder sister--"
Feigning composure, Lena settled her younger siblings in, then lifted her skirt and, barefoot, waded across the blood-soaked blanket into the lobby on the first floor.
"Linette! Linette!"
The new child cried intently, shaking the girl's shoulders violently as he wailed and wiped the blood from her face and body.
"Waaaaah—don't die—"
"Let me see, I know first aid!"
Lena's heart tightened, and she quickly stepped forward.
"Smack!"
Suddenly, she saw the light-haired girl rise from the dead and slap the boy across the face.
"It's so noisy..."
Lynette groggily shook her head, her ears and tail all limp:
"Dizzy, sleepy..."
Finally, he drowsily sniffed the blood on his clothes again:
"Why...does it smell so bad..."
"Waaaa, Lynette, you're not dead!"
“.
Lena silently stopped walking towards them.
It looks like he just took too many sleeping pills.
"Waaaaah—"
In comparison, the situation here is more serious.
"Hey, you little brat."
Lena stopped in her tracks with suspicion and fear, scrutinizing the blood-soaked, droopy-eared boy from a distance of several meters.
"...They were all killed?"
To be honest, Lena was a little doubtful of her own judgment.
...a boy who almost cried himself to sleep, who seemed a little younger than me.
The murderer has turned against him, hasn't he? He looks more like a survivor.
"Goo-hoo, hoo-hoo—"
But the thing in front of me was crying and nodding frantically, looking like it was actively confessing its guilt and cooperating fully.
"Yes—woo!"
"......"
How absurd!
Lena stared silently at the bloodstains covering his face and head, and the strands of hair stuck together on his ears.
The guy who killed everyone in the entire villa, even dismembering the corpses into minced meat...
Is she really such a crybaby? Something doesn't seem right!
However, there were indeed no other living people here besides him.
Why are you crying?
Lena couldn't understand this person's behavior, and felt confused and anxious.
"Weren't you the one who killed? Weren't you the one who won?"
"Then you should be the one smiling!"
No, that's not how it works.
Mainkun whimpered like a puppy, hugging his shoulders and trembling.
I have failed to live up to everyone's expectations of me.
I know that Pepe and Clover, though they don't say it, have always been worried about my uncontrolled demonic powers and hope that I can stop and live a peaceful life.
And then there's Amelie. I've figured it out. She hates my lynx identity and doesn't want me to continue living it.
Navigette, my teacher, tried very hard to teach me to be a decent person, and was often saddened and grieved by the lynx case.
My brother, Leosley, is the Duke of Mero Peterburg and the upholder of the laws of Fontainebleau.
He, they, none of them should have a wild beast as a family member!
"Waaah—"
He sobbed as he raised his hand, wiping away tears and blood, recalling the teachings of the Supreme Judge:
"They should, they must, be tried..."
"Therefore, even if evildoers die, they deserve to die in—"
Under the scales of justice.
Rather than in the hands of a mad beast.
This isn't some kind of justice? This is just one-sided slaughter, ugh—
"Are you an idiot?!"
Lena was utterly puzzled by the words uttered by the half-demon:
"Fontaine, in the Land of Justice, no one has ever been sentenced to death!"
"Woo-woo?"
The rapid and violent crying stopped abruptly. The little murderer raised his face and looked at Lena. The bloodstains on his face could not hide the bewilderment on his face.
He thought carefully, turning his dull cat brain around, recalling his past experiences.
His foster parents, Kujavina, Les, and many other villains who kept Mainkuen on edge day and night...
He won't be sentenced to death?
"Fake."
He started sobbing again, his face showing no trace of belief.
"You're lying—"
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