Chapter 56

Chapter 56

“First, let’s stop the bleeding.” (Ivan)

When a person loses limbs, they are usually incapacitated. In fact, it’s better to consider it as a life-threatening injury rather than incapacitation.

Considering the noble method of suicide in this era involves lighting candles in the bathtub and slashing wrists, it’s easy to gauge how severe it is to go beyond cutting wrists and instead mutilating the arm with an axe.

Even the Emperor who once ruled the world’s seas from a distant land couldn’t effectively fight after losing an arm, except for wailing like a child and glaring at Big-Bearfish’s eyes.

(TN: Shank?)

So, stop the bleeding before you die.

-Dalkkak.

Ivan skillfully opened the lid of a healing potion with one hand. A viscous red liquid ominously shimmered.

With delicate touch, he poured the healing potion slowly onto the bleeding wound.

Naturally, screams echoed in the corridor.

“Aaargh!!!”

“Well, save your breath.”

Being a civilized person, Ivan calmly scolded. Despite not being young, his junior seemed overly dramatic.

“Tell me what you heard from Alexander. What did he want?” (Ivan)

“Drovian’s men... do not... yield to torture...!” (Dionar)

“Torture? This is a remedy.” (Ivan)

Ivan shook his head at this absurd defiance and closed the lid of the healing potion. Holding an axe in his other hand, he placed it on the severed part.

“Huh...?!” (Dionar)

“Looks like the bleeding is mostly stopped. Good.” (Ivan)

Nodding coldly, he slowly pushed the axe into the astonishingly healed (literally, stitching the entire wound shut) severed area, causing droplets of blood to emerge.

“Earlier was treatment; this is torture.” (Ivan)

“This... nooooo...!!” (Dionar)

“Let’s see.” (Ivan)

Ivan checked the remaining amount of potion and shook it briefly. The full bottle made a substantial sloshing sound.

“I can do about five more times. So, I’ll ask briefly five more times.”

“Ki...ll me...!”

“That’s the plan. Dionar Eriksson. Your fate will be dealt with according to orders, but the process is at my discretion. Answer.”

What did Alexander seek to gain from this chaos?

Where is Alexander now?

How many of you are there, and where did you infiltrate this country from?

Step by step, without rushing, one by one.

Ivan, having a modern ethical consciousness, didn’t favor torture. In fact, he leaned towards disliking it.

However, he had lived for 30 years in this era and had been a soldier on the front lines for most of his life.

Regrettably, for the sake of efficiency in executing orders, he had to sacrifice some ethical considerations.

As even Kim Sunwoo had agreed, Ivan raised the axe without hesitation.

Chopped.

Defeating mercenaries blocking the path while avoiding Dionar’s pursuit, finally arriving on the first floor.

If the design of this chapter is to successfully retreat to a safe urban area after a showdown with Dionar.

There would be no reason to search the office on the 5th floor, the deepest part where they were confined. So, Hidden Plot. It’s like a kind of Easter egg.

Thinking this way, everything became clear. Ivan walked decisively and gripped the doorknob of the last office.

-Office of the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Foreign Ministry and Crown Prince Alexander wouldn’t handle official duties here. Ivan inferred that there must be information about Alexander, or at least something equivalent.

-Thunk.

He turned the doorknob and opened the door.

“...!!!”

Ivan immediately threw the axe towards the face seen through the open door.

-Whoooosh!!

The axe passed through the face, flying and smashing the chair, then impaled itself on the opposite wall, tearing through the bookshelf with a resounding crash.

The man whose face the axe had passed through faintly smiled and opened his mouth.

“That look seems new.” (Alexander)

“Alexander...!!” (Ivan)

“Haven’t had a conversation in almost 10 years. Come in, Ivan Petrovich.”

The youth with freshly cut silver hair gestured towards him with a white smile.

Astral projection. Not just any projection, but a long-range astral projection that was nearly untraceable.

Ivan gritted his teeth, standing on the opposite side, glaring at him suspiciously.

Four years ago, the final mission of the Cleansup Unit had an order with two seals.

One belonged to Krasilov seal.

And the other belonged to the Chief Commander overseeing military affairs on behalf of the king at that time, the Northwest Sector General.

The seal of Alexander Kirillovich Krasilov.

“You probably have many questions, but answer me just one thing.”

“... What is it?”

“If God loves us, why has evil persisted in the world even after the death of the demon lord?”

A face-to-face meeting after ten years.

This young man, encountered in writing after four years, with the same face as ten years ago, began attempting a popular enlightenment movement.

Ivan clenched the axe blade, sharpening it.

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Author’s Note (Author’s Postscript):

“Kirilovna” or “Kirillovich” in a patronymic means ‘daughter of Kiril’ or ‘son of Kiril.’

Elizaveta Kirilovna Krasilova, Alexander Kirillovich Krasilov.

Therefore, we can know that the current Krasilov king, who is the son of the previous king Ivan, is named Kirill.

So when the saint called Ivan “Brother Cyril/Kiril”, the reason he felt embarrassed about the baptismal name was...

Ivan had actually named himself after the late King Ivan because he wanted to be born as his son!!

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