The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

290 – Scene 290# Dmitry

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Bella exhaled deeply, her breath flowing out of her mouth. Like the sigh of winter, she watched it slowly dissipate before her eyes.

A blue energy began to rise beyond the castle walls. Before we knew it, dawn was coming.

“What’s going on? Lady.”

When she turned her head, Blanche was standing there with a worried look on her face. Bella immediately showed a soft expression.

“Just… “I can’t sleep.”

“Are you worried about the Count?”

“… “Maybe so.”

Bella was about to make an excuse for a moment when her words hit the nail on the head her, but she stopped. Blanche, who had served her for many years, was not without her insensitivity, but she could read her master’s mind her her very well. There were feelings in her that even Bella herself wasn’t aware of.

Whenever Blanche sensed those feelings, Bella would deny them without even realizing it.

But she knew. No matter how much she denies it, there is no doubt that such feelings lie deep in her heart.

Blanche suddenly saw the object in Bella’s arms and opened her mouth.

“That teddy bear… “Did you bring it all the way here?”

“… “I feel empty without it.”

Bella felt a little embarrassed and hid Dmitry in her arms. Even after becoming an adult, she knows how others will think that she has trouble sleeping without her doll.

However, Blanche neither laughed at Bella nor tried to admonish her.

“I understand. “Isn’t this a precious doll to you?”

“What’s so precious… “It’s just because we’ve been together for a long time.”

With her bitter smile, Bella gazed at the Margrave Castle beyond her.

Tristan went in to search the castle and did not return to the barracks for a full day.

Once Tristan starts to focus on work, he tends to not pay attention to his surroundings. In addition, he often worked until late at night because he was checking reconnaissance missions in the wee hours of the night.

But despite this, Bella was overcome by an unknown sense of anxiety today.

“Hey… “It’s a cute doll.”

“?!”

The moment Bella started by the voice coming from right behind her, someone snatched Dmitry from her hand.

“Now, wait a minute?!”

“I didn’t know that the princess also had such a cute side. Hehe…”

A woman with strange eyes suddenly appears… Helga was looking around at Dmitri.

“Why are you here…”

“I usually have a hard time sleeping, so I was waiting for the Count to come.”

Helga, who was laughing, asked slyly.

“So the princess was also waiting for our count?”

“… I have no intention of telling you. That’s it. Please give me back my doll.”

“Oh, wait a minute.”

Helga looked around at Dmitry and even put her nose to him and sniffed him.

“What are you doing now!?”

“Hmm… Something… “This doll smells like the Count.”

“What, what?”

It felt hot for a moment. Dmitry was a doll that Bella received as a gift from Tristan when she was young.

But it’s strange. No matter what, there’s no way the smell will remain…

“Don’t be weird when you’re not even a dog. Rather, how long do you plan on smelling like my doll!?”

“Just 5 more minutes…”

“No! Give it to me!”

A small scuffle broke out between the two. Even Hellga was not able to match Bella’s flexible hand skills, which were honed by her swordsmanship.

And finally, the moment Bella held Dritri’s hand in her…

Buuk-

With the sound of stitches tearing, Dmitry fell to the floor, spilling pure white cotton.

“…”

“…”

The three people who saw Dmitri in such a miserable state froze on the spot.

“Uh…”

It was Helga who broke the silence.

“Therefore… “This is self-defense, right?”

“Blanchet.”

“Yes?”

Bella did not answer Helga’s question. She simply gave orders to her loyalists in the lowest voice in the world.

“Kill me.”

“Oh, lady?!”

“Make this woman do the same thing that happened to Dmitry.”

Bella’s shoulders were shaking. There were even tears in her eyes.

Helga threw up her hand, as if she hadn’t expected such an emotional response from such a proud woman.

“Now, wait a minute! Stop! “I didn’t know it would turn out like this?!”

“I don’t want to hear it. “Die quietly.”

“Give me time and I will fix it! Ah! If you want, you can even cover yourself with the Count’s body odor…”

“What’s the use of it all? What are you doing. Blanche. She wants to get revenge on Dmitry by killing this woman right now…”

Bella, who was saying that, paused.

Because a person on horseback was approaching this way.

All right.

The galloping horse soon stopped where they were. Bella, recognizing the person on her horse, was delighted.

“Ariel? Is the search of the castle finally over?”

“It just worked out well. “Everyone is here.”

“Yes?”

She looked very tired after searching the castle with the count until late at night. However, beneath that fatigue, there was an inexplicable desperation and urgency.

What on earth happened?

But there was another reason why Bella was surprised.

“I am asking you for help.”

She said that because she was the girl who was riding her horse with Ariel.

Bella couldn’t believe her eyes when she recognized the girl’s face her as she took off her pressed robe her her her.

“Your majesty… ?”

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The falling snow stopped.

As a heavy atmosphere settled over the snow-covered field, the world became quiet as if it had stopped.

“Ship, Count… ?”

In the silence, Tristan stood up.

If he were an ordinary human being, he would have suffered injuries that would have killed him long ago. The blood that dyes the snowy fields red is proof of that. Nevertheless, he woke up without any problem.

“Kyaaa?!”

In an instant, a wave occurred and threw the maid away. Tristan’s expression did not change even as he watched the maid rolling around in the snow.

Grumbling.

Ruelberta’s severed arm, which had pierced his back, suddenly caught fire. Ruel Berta’s eyes widened as he saw his arm her being engulfed in flames.

“What… What…”

It was a pitch black flame. A flame that seemed to embody the devil’s black magic instantly burned the arm of her without a trace.

The moment he saw the abyss-like flame that seemed to swallow up even the light, a fundamental emotion welled up from deep within Ruelberta’s heart her.

-That flame is something dangerous.

Instinct was warning.

I’m not sure, but the moment I reached there, I had a premonition that I would struggle with pain worse than death, so I took a step back without realizing it.

Kieeeee-!

At that time, the starving devil roared. Is it because I smell blood? Out of control, the guy swung the huge ax at his prey.

“Up, it’s dangerous!”

The maid, who was in complete disrepair, screamed desperately. Until then, Tristan was just standing there.

Kuung-!

The ax blade flew through the cold wind and crashed into the ground.

Ruel Bertada, who ate three of his brothers who were the highest ranking demons. The demon created with his magic power is Cheongnoehwa (淸雷花), which ranks third in the hierarchy.

Although it is not intelligent, it possesses the power to destroy a castle with a laugh, as befits its hierarchy. A mere swipe from his ax would break a weak human body in two.

Push shoot!

Bright red blood spurted out.

Tristan’s left shoulder was cut off cleanly by the blade of the ax.

“…”

Nevertheless, Tristan did not fall.

It would not be surprising if he had died on the spot due to excessive bleeding, but he just stared at the spot where his shoulder was with an expressionless face.

“?!”

The strange thing happened then.

Instead of bright red blood, jet-black flames rose from Tristan’s wounds. However, it was different from before.

Ahhh-!

The flame was screaming and making noise.

It was ‘despair’. It was the screams of those who died miserably in despair.

The bigger the fire grew, the more desperate their screams became.

It was truly a nightmare-like sight. What was even more shocking was the fact that Tristan’s shoulder had been regenerated in the blink of an eye in that bloody nightmare.

Geaaa!!

The devil who was swinging the ax roared and took a step back. The fire that had risen from Tristan’s shoulder had ignited.

The guy was rolling around on his snow floor and running like crazy trying to put out the fire. However, once the fire started to spread, it showed no signs of abating. Rather, it began to greedily gnaw on the devil’s body as if it had its own will.

It didn’t take long for the large demon to disappear before his eyes. His calves, knees, thighs, and both arms were engulfed in flames. Eventually, the black flame that had burned his entire head disappeared.

There wasn’t even a dead body left on the snow.

That wasn’t burned. It has disappeared.

The emotions reflected in the devil’s eyes just before disappearing… It was despair.

Ruelberta, the devil of ‘anger’, could not hide his embarrassment.

‘Despair’is the Devil’s unique personality and his fundamental power. I was able to fully predict its power.

Nevertheless, the reason Ruelberta was not on guard was because he was a demon of the highest rank, belonging to the flower of evil.

It is true that the Demon King has the ability to turn the world upside down. But no matter what, the devil is still the devil. Although there may be differences in the power of ‘Despair’ depending on who uses it as the devil, it is meaningless in front of the devil.

It definitely should have been that way…

‘That… The devil’s ‘despair’?’

Ruelberta was astonished when he saw Tristan burning and killing a high-ranking demon right in front of his eyes.

I couldn’t believe it. No matter how much time has passed, the Demon King is only a threat to humans and demons on earth.

There is no way you can overwhelm the devil like this.

Moreover, Tristan is a weak human being who cannot even use magic due to the effects of the curse. He has been using ‘anger’ so far, but even that is impossible.

“Joy… Now I see that it is making its final struggle. Tristan!”

Ruelberta shook off the doubts and fears in her mind and gave instructions to the devil.

Gooo!

The remaining demon roared and raised his spear towards Tristan. He didn’t have any sense of camaraderie, but the fact that he was treated by such an insignificant person must have fueled his anger.

A huge shadow of the devil appeared over Tristan’s head

“Kill!”

For a moment, I imagined Tristan being torn to pieces by the devil’s spear as big as a log…

“… ? What are you doing? Let’s not hurry and kill him…”

Ruelberta was dumbfounded and looked at her loyal servant.

The guy who was about to stab Tristan with a spear was frozen in place.

Only the guy’s eyes were moving around as if he was very embarrassed.

While the situation was unclear, the figure of Tristan came into Ruelberta’s field of vision

Surprisingly, he was crying quietly.

Neither sad nor happy… With a face that seems to have all emotions drained out.

Tears flowed down my cheeks and fell to the floor. Strangely enough, when Ruelberta realized that the tears were dark black, she took a deep breath.

Where Tristan’s tears fell… So, the devil’s gigantic shadow suddenly stood up.

The ‘thing’ that rose from the shadows had no face. It had a rough shape that looked as if a child had made it out of clay, and it stopped in front of the frozen demon, unable to move.

“?!”

‘It’ opened its huge mouth. The moment Ruelberta saw the sharp teeth visible inside, he realized what was about to happen.

A mist of his blood her his her rose.

‘It’began to greedily eat the devil that could not move before its eyes

Ruelberta let out a small moan as she saw her her loyal servant her her being eaten by her shadow her without even being able to scream.

“What is this… ?” !”

“It’s a nightmare.”

Ruelberta reflexively tried to counterattack the being behind him, but it was already too late.

“Ugh?!”

Just like the devil earlier, Ruel Bertha was grabbed by the head her her her by his her own shadow her her her.

“‘Despair’ is an abyss.”

The person looking at Ruelberta, who is unable to move, is a black nobleman… It was Tristan.

“And the abyss is a place where not even a ray of light shines.”

“Tsk… !”

Ruelberta immediately looked at him with eyes filled with ‘anger.’ ‘Anger’ that could break even the strongest and most upright human heart attacked him.

“On the topic of humans… “Don’t fuss!”

The effect was immediately apparent.

Tristan, who felt the ‘anger’ burning everything, stopped.

Whatever the power of ‘Despair’, there is no way it can overwhelm the devil. Because any individuality was powerless in the face of ‘anger.’

But Ruelberta’s prediction was completely wrong.

“What lies in your abyss? Has ‘anger’ taken hold?”

“?!”

Tristan was looking coldly at Ruelberta, not paying attention to his ‘anger her.’ And when Ruel Berta saw those eyes, she took her breath away.

“You… How…”

Because there was an abyss there like despair that could not even contain any emotions.