Chapter 40
The Demon Hunting Method of the Regressed Inquisitor
The Demon Hunting Method Of The Regressed Inquisitor 40
Original Sin (2)
When I opened my eyes, I felt an indescribable discomfort and pain.
Twisting my neck, which didnât move well, to look down at my body, what is this?
My arms and legs were in casts. I could move if I wanted to, but it would take considerable courage.
It would be impossible unless I broke all these plaster pieces.
âUghâ¦â
I finally woke up, but thereâs nothing I can do. All I can do is kill time staring at the ceiling.
As I was blankly staring at the dull brown ceiling, someone finally entered the room.
âItâs been a while, Claire.â
ââ¦â¦â
âCan you call someone?â
ââ¦â¦â
âHey, say something.â
ââ¦â¦â
Claire stared at me intently, then quietly sat down in a chair in the corner and started reading a book.
Is she not going to call anyone? Or should I be grateful that she doesnât kill me while Iâm defenseless?
âAhem! Itâs a bit stuffy. Can you open the window?â
âSighâ¦â
Claire, who had been quietly reading her book, finally stood up.
For a moment, I felt a slight chill as she silently approached me.
I felt relieved as I watched her walk straight to the window.
But thenâ¦
Clack!
The window opened.
Swooshââ
Rain started coming in.
Claire adjusted the sliding window while quietly staring at me.
With the window open, Claire crossed her arms and watched me.
âAh, right. Itâs my fault. Sorry, but could you close the window?â
Are you complaining now?
I knew you didnât like me, but this is too much.
âLinnea got hurt.â
âI know.â
âBecause of you.â
âWhy is it my fault? Itâs because of that brat who showed up at an unexpected time.â
Bang!
The window closes again.
Then, grabbing a nearby towel, you dry my wet hair and lay it down.
Giving the disease and the cure, well done.
âI didnât even run away.â
Drip.
This time, you pour water. Until a moment ago, it seemed like you were venting your anger.
Just as I thought that, Claire herself gulps down the water.
âPhew. You didnât give it your all, did you?â
ââ¦â¦â
âWhat kind of nuisance is this? Are you crazy to die?â
âYou have pretty good eyes.â
âFrom a distance, you can see it clearly. You didnât use your sword, and you didnât use your gun. If you werenât going to give it your all, shouldnât you have at least run away?â
âI have nothing to say.â
âBut youâre still talking.â
ââ¦â¦â
The kid wasnât this bad before⦠What on earth made this kid such a sharp-tongued person?
Who on earth had such a bad influence on the kid?
It couldnât be Linnea, sheâs too kind, and Titan is too stupid for that.
âAnyway, stay quiet until your wound heals. And in the meantime, finish organizing your thoughts.â
âMy thoughts are already organized.â
âIn your dreams?â
âYeah. No, wait, somethingâs off with your tone. Anyway, Iâve reached a conclusion.â
After answering, I saw Claireâs mocking face. It was a sarcastic question, but I answered seriously.
âSo, whatâs the conclusion?â
âLetâs become a punching bag.â
âOh dear, I didnât know you hurt your head too. You should ask your sister to take a look when she comes back.â
âWell, that was a joke. But I think we need to talk first, no matter what.â
âWill she listen?â
âSo what I said earlier was both a joke and not a joke.â
ââ¦â¦â
Contempt.
In a way, itâs impressive.
Because the moment when hatred towards me was surpassed by the emotion of contempt.
âDo you hate me?â
âShould I like you?â
âFor killing your brother?â
ââ¦â¦Donât speak so carelessly. How, how can you say that in front of meâ¦!â
Claire reacts violently.
In fact, until now, we both tried not to talk about Burke.
Because we knew that topic would only cause wounds.
Claire must have also suppressed her anger by not bringing up that topic.
But in this situation, I brought it up. I forcibly pushed the situation we were avoiding.
âDonât you want to kill me?â
âDo you call that a question?â
I realized that I had to face the hatred. This ambiguous relationship was for Claire, but in a way, it was also my escape because I didnât know what to do.
This canât go on.
Leaving this hatred unattended will only result in incomplete combustion.
I was unconsciously repeating the same relationship with Claire as before.
The only difference is that I am somewhat justified in the face of Burkeâs death.
I was the only one who felt comfortable.
âYou must know the reason why I had to kill Burke by now.â
ââ¦â¦â
Claire glares at me.
Yes, she knows it too. Thatâs why sheâs been suppressing her anger like this.
For me, it was right to kill Burke. But for Claire, he was her only family.
Claire is now torn between the judgment that it was the right thing to do and the hatred that her family was murdered.
âI gave Burke two choices back then.â
So I said.
First, a conversation. A process that must precede to find the problem.
I laid out the specific process that I hadnât bothered to explain to Claire.
âSo, I killed Burke.â
To keep my promise with him, I decided to take you in. My story ends here for now.
In a way, itâs an excuse.
Now, the person who has to make a judgment about it is Claire.
âThen tell me now. Why didnât you kill me?â
ââ¦â¦â
âIf you had taken that dagger and stabbed me, you could have done it anytime.â
A dagger lies on the bedside table. No matter how you look at it, itâs an unnatural object to be in this place.
It wasnât brought in just now.
Claire had clearly entered the room holding a book. She had brought the dagger in and left it there.
That means it was a situation where it didnât matter if she left the dagger like that.
In other words, it was a situation where she could have killed me.
âBringing that means you intended to kill me. Seeing that Iâm still alive, you must have changed your mind midway. Did you have a change of heart?â
The plan to kill me wouldnât have been an impulsive decision.
If she were someone who acted on impulse, she would have done it long ago.
She must have assessed the situation and realized it was an opportunity that wouldnât come again, and weighed her options.
As a result, she decided to take this opportunity to get revenge on me, but in the end, she couldnât carry it out.
ââ¦â¦â
Claire starts to sob, clutching the hem of her skirt.
âYouâ¦â¦!â
She probably doesnât even understand her own actions.
Even though she concluded that she had to take revenge, she overturned it at the last moment.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
ââ¦â¦Because you called your brotherâs name.â
âMe?â
âWhile you were sleeping. I wondered why you were listing peopleâs names.â
âI didnât know I had that habit.â
The names I called must have been the names of the demons I had dealt with.
Not simple villains, but those who, like Burke, had been turned into demons by their circumstances.
They succumbed to the temptation before them just to survive. They gained power but did not wield it against others.
Yet, they had to be killed.
I couldnât leave ticking time bombs that could go off at any moment.
They were people I didnât want to kill. But that was my job.
To kill such people.
âI could feel your voice tremblingâ¦â¦.â
If you ask if I regret it, I donât. I did what I had to do.
But if you ask if it was hardâ¦â¦
Undoubtedly, it was hard enough to be unbearable. I thought I was okay after receiving counseling from the saint, but it seems I still couldnât shake it off from deep within my heart.
It must be because I learned the hidden story of the ï¼Eroding Oneï¼.
âWas it painful to kill your brother?â
ââ¦â¦Yes. I donât regret it, but it was definitely something I didnât want to do.â
âI see. Why did you do it then? Why do something so painfulâ¦â¦.â
âBecause it was what I had to do.â
âWhat is it that you do?â
âChoosing the lesser evil among the worst and the lesser evil.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Itâs not just me.
There are many such jobs in this world.
If someone strives for the best, someone else has to strive to avoid the worst.
And in avoiding the worst, one inevitably faces the lesser evil.
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âI thought I was the only one mourning my brotherâs death.â
The principle behind Claire Ryanâs actions.
âI thought I should be sad. I thought I should be angry about my brotherâs death. Thatâs what I was thinking.â
A heart for the family.
Even if she didnât want to, she thought she was the only one in this world who could do it.
She didnât want Burkeâs death to be a death that no one cared about. To give that death meaning and make it a destination.
It was the best effort she could show to Burke.
âBut now I donât know. I thought I would know if I followed you, but now I know even less.â
âCan you forgive me?â
âI guess I should. Someday, I should. But right now, I canât. I still hate you, and I still canât accept my brotherâs death.â
âYou and I have a long way to go.â
We should have done this sooner.
We should have talked about the feelings we had for each other.
Whether it was Claire or me, we are only now standing at the starting line.
From now on, Claire will try to turn her hatred into forgiveness. I have to be a good person so that her decision doesnât waver.
âSo donât die. I havenât decided what conclusion Iâll come to yet. Whether I kill you or forgive you, it wonât mean anything if youâre not alive.â
âYes, Iâll keep that in mind.â
âDonât ever think of doing something stupid like this again. If you donât want to make my resolve futile.â
âThe conclusion is similar.â
âWhat?â
âNo, just saying.â
-Have you ever thought about this? If the enemy you prepared for revenge with all your might just stupidly offers their neck, wouldnât you be unbearably angry?
As expected, the closest aide to the saint.
Or did the saint perfectly understand Claire?
I donât know which one.
Maybe even that conversation was just a flashy pretense I had in my dream.
âThen I should be someone easy for you to decide on.â
âI hope you become the worst b*stard in the world. Then Iâll gladly stab your neck.â
âThen I should aim to be a saint. Itâs a disgrace to die to someone who canât even hold a dagger properly.â
I laughed as I faced Claire. It was a sneer at each other.
But within that sneer, there was certainly a bit of affection.
âThen hereâs the main point. The guy who made me like this this time, who is he?â
âDoes it matter since Iâm not the one fighting anyway?â
âWell, in some ways, he resembles you and at the same time, he resembles Burke.â
A guy who holds a grudge against me.
He became a demon unwillingly. He was forced to make a decision by the inquisitor.
Itâs truly amazing. One person holds all those emotions.
âWhat do you think you should do?â
To someone who has similar wounds as you. How should you approach them?
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ââ¦Did you need a guard?â
The hunter who followed to guard Linea was panting.
Linea has grace. Not just personally, but the entire hunter guild is indebted to her.
Not only did the expensive doctor treat them for free, but she also ran around making efforts.
Even though she was in a state of severe injury herself. There were no life-threatening injuries, but there were those who might not be able to work as hunters anymore.
Linea saved many people.
Thatâs why when she said she was going out of the city to gather herbs, he followed with a happy heart.
Those herbs were also for taking care of the injured, werenât they?
Butâ¦
âHuff⦠Huffâ¦â
Lineaâs stamina far exceeded what the hunter had expected.
He had heard that the physical abilities of beastmen were excellent.
But Lineaâs movements were lighter than he had anticipated.
She was running lightly through the mountains, and just following her was enough to make him breathless.
âI should have noticed when she was running around treating the kids.â
His mouth tasted bitter.
He had never hunted this hard. If he had known, he would have left it to a stronger hunter.
He had detailed knowledge of the state outside the city and thought there were no particular threats, so he followed⦠butâ¦
âOh dear.â
The hunter gritted his teeth and followed Linea, thinking he had to repay the grace.
Of course, contrary to his determination, his body was honest. Soon, the hunter who lost sight of Linea began to search around anxiously.
It didnât seem like anything would happen. There was no problem since the person herself was also being careful about safety.
There was no information that the damn kid who caused trouble in the city had left the city.
In some sense, the outside of the city could be safer than the inside.
Therefore, the only thing driving him was responsibility and face.
Swish!
âHave you been waiting long?â
âWhoa! You scared me!â
The hunter, who was panting and searching the surroundings, was startled and stepped back at the sight of Linea who suddenly appeared in front of him.
If it had been a beast instead of Linea that appeared now, he would have been dead.
âAhem! Have you gathered everything, sir?â
âNot everything⦠but I think I found something more important.â
âPardon?â
Linea held out the herbs she had gathered in front of the hunterâs eyes.
The hunter recognized the herbs.
They were common herbs used for bruises, effective enough to be worth collecting a few roots when found along the way.
âWhy did she pick these?â
Of course, the important point here was that they were common.
These could be easily obtained without having to come out to gather them.
If she had wanted, the hunterâs guild would have given them to her for free.
Did she notice the hunterâs doubt? Linea quietly added.
âThese are poisonous herbs.â
ââ¦Pardon?â