Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

In a small town far from Shberpos, the king's capital of Louvel Argan, a caravan came with a mercenary of escorts.

There is currently a territorial dispute in the military god country of Louvel Argan that has taken its edge in the midst of the three Duke families.

In the meantime, looting groups in the country under the name of 'Red Runaways', which repeat looting, were at issue.

But still, some merchants come to Louvel Argan to buy goods.

It is for a special ore to be produced from the prison tower in Wang Du.

This particular ore generates enormous profits.

Louvel Argan is also famous for the many conflicts between the nobles.

Even more so since the Empire's threat left, there have been frequent small and medium-sized conflicts in the country.

The King of Military Divinity, who heals this country, recognizes great value to the winner.

Depending on the matter, a Divine Punishment Team with the King may be dispatched, but basically, arbitration from the Wang Capital is rare.

Many of those who seek mercenaries on the continent step on the land of Luvel Argan.

As a result, there were many mercenaries accustomed to war, and the merchants were also able to choose good arm-written mercenaries.

That's why the merchants who came to this town also seem to have hired a considerably more skilled mercenary regiment.

But there was a group that was attacked by the caravan.

It is the Red Runaways.

According to some rumors, to the viciousness of the Red Runners, there were stories of the Divine Punishment Squad moving.

"Huh, I see... is that what it feels like"

Zemekis Anglen gently snapped the neck of the man who was at the viewing table as he leaned against the railing.

The man, whose face was pale, cramps as he blows a bubble of blood.

The man stopped moving quickly.

Why, did you kill him?

That's because I've already pulled out information about Louvel Argan's country yesterday, the caravans and mercenaries that were in town, and the Red Runners.

Kill it when it's used up.

I won't kill you while you need me.

It's really simple and clear.

Zemekis looked under the lookout table.

A blonde man named the leader of the mercenary regiment is dead.

My face was sinking.

Looks like he's already desperate.

That man...... I would have certainly named him Holy Tree Man earlier provocatively, but is Holy Tree Man such a weak thing?

Zemekis remembered a woman.

When was it?

That red-eyed woman should have named herself a saint, too.

Did he say vice president of the Knights of the Holy Tree?

It is still remembered because she was the woman who scratched herself with the surgical ceremony, which worked hard.

The imminent death would also be the reason why it is burning in memory.

Even the eldest son of the Anglen Four brothers occasionally uttered the woman's name.

It's unusual for that eldest son to talk about past human beings.

I guess I was so glad they scratched me.

Zemekis glanced at one man overlooking the corpse in front of him.

About two ratals in a black barrel hat kicked a broken former saint in the way.

Eyes without emotions.

Underneath it is a black neighborhood.

Tough face.

Dark hair extending from under the barrel cap.

Diagonal cross wound running from forehead to under-eye.

He is the eldest son of the Anglen Four brothers - Beshgham Anglen.

Zemekis looked up.

I hear screams from afar to keep standing from earlier.

Apparently, Maso the Three and Soni the Four are in the middle of some fun.

Zemekis landed dangerously as he jumped off a viewing deck of about ten latals.

"Did you have fun, brother?

"That's garbage."

Without changing one expression, Beshgum threw up.

As usual.

"Hi, hi, no."

More than a dozen minutes ago, a carriage that was turned into an unbroken figure by the blow of Beshgham.

Two merchants surrounded by the bodies of the mercenaries of the escort were trembling in front of them.

When Beshgham looked over at you, the two of them poked their hands to the ground and lowered their heads.

"Forgive me! I'll give you all the products! Yes, no, all property, take it! So, please, only life can help."

What is it?

A fleshy beshgum with one leg crushed the head of the merchant on the right.

Apparently the pompous merchant next door understood what had just happened after a beat late.

More tremors, tooth roots don't fit and start ringing in small pieces.

A leaked piss was seeping through his groin.

"We are equal."

Looking down at the merchants of those whose Beshgum survives with those ominous eyes.

"Big, flat, etc...? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

Bum.

Side by side, Beshgum shook his legs off.

The bones in the neck of the other merchant bend in an unlikely direction.

The merchant who had survived was also out of breath in an instant.

"We are equal."

Again, as I can tell, Beshgham said.

Equality - it belongs to the four brothers, rather than to the beliefs of Beshgham, the eldest son.

"We kill."

When Beshgum grabbed the bust of a merchant who was supposed to be an already immobile piece of meat, he drew it toward himself.

"We kill all the strong and the weak equally. Discrimination does not exist. Kill. That's why we exist. This is not a preference but a duty. So you have to kill him. This is the same thing that people eat, sleep, and reproduce. Kill. We assume the role of killing. Yes - we are giving ourselves a role and we are committing ourselves."

I told him to tap it in.

"Not that there's any exceptions."

Zemekis took out one dot stick and put it in his mouth.

A dot rod is the name of a thin rod-shaped preference about the length of a pinky finger.

It is elastic and when chewed hard, it exuds honey with a unique flavour.

It is mainly a shredding out of the todo trees that live in the northern part of Louvel Argan and processing them.

You haven't killed anyone yet today.

Beshgham's voice contained thorns.

"I wasn't hiding in the lookout table. Mm-hmm. You don't have a choice. 'Four' by our looks... I knew it wasn't a good idea, right?

Four people are bad.

What does this mean?

In other words, it is bad that we associate ourselves with the Four Brothers as an immediate 'Four Ferocities'.

The names and faces of each of the brothers are less known, but apparently the name 'Four Violent Disasters', which has turned the four brothers over, has become unusually known.

In that case, if you see a quartet that looks ominous because of this view, some of them will associate themselves with the Four Homicides.

It's easy to chase and kill, but it's also troublesome to just suddenly get away with scattering.

So one day, the Zemekis were starting to adjust their numbers and embark on the slaughter.

So Zemekis was sprinkling with his sights at the viewing stand while being careful not to expose himself.

Beshgham Anglen, eldest son of the Anglen Four brothers.

He is an extremely faceless man.

Even my brother Zemekis has only seen him laugh twice.

The first time I said, 'Why is such a weakness in a place like this?' and I squeezed my testicles myself.

After crushing him, Beshgum shrugged, niggling and laughing as he gently seeped sweat into his face: 'Now I'm one stronger again'.

The second time I scratched myself on my forehead.

The large diagonal cross wound running on Beshgum's forehead is what he put on himself.

On his young day he said dissatisfied, 'Why won't anyone hurt me?' and scratched himself on the forehead.

Surely it must have been the Holy Demon Sword that I used then.

It's just that the enormous amount of magic vegetables poured in exceeded the sword's tolerance, though the holy demon sword I used at that time was shattered and scattered.

It is then.

What brought Beshgum to grin again.

He grinned badly and said.

"Better than this, I decided to pray for myself."

Since then, Beshgham has gained faith.

to himself.

"Look, Zemekis."

Beshgum said to Zemekis, who had given his thoughts in the past.

"We're shit"

Beshgham handed himself when he grabbed the back of Zemekis' head.

"... I've heard that before"

"We scatter. No -"

Without moving a single eyebrow, Beshgum says it with a straight face.

"Himself, scattered"

"I want you to spare me the metaphor of shit. Besides, it's scattered all over itself."

"We scold the world with filth in the name of slaughter. Become filth and humiliate the world. And when the purification is complete, it will be disgraceful again. Dirty, dirty, dirty. But things have an order. Purification, we, purification, we,. You're smart, you know that?

"... oh, I know what you mean. There's not even room for rethinking."

"We exist, we kill"

"He said you didn't have to worry so much."

Zemekis glanced at the carriage barely clamping the original shape.

"Well, I know."

Zemekis snorts but sighs inside.

And I thought my brother was the same.

Nobody understands him.

We've lived together for a long time, even if we split the blood and were brothers.

Zemekis walked out scratching my head with me.

And kick the wreckage of the destroyed carriage.

"Hino!

A dewy space.

There, the survival of the caravan who was killing his breath was dwarfed and trembling.

Zemekis already knew there were survivors here.

"Sorry to hear that."

"Gee, gee, gee, gee, gee."

As he crawled out of the gap on the opposite side of those with Zemekis, the man fled as he was.

"Let's get out of here."

The voice of Beshgham.

You can't get away with this.

Zemekis stroked his neck as he felt comfortable with the taste of todo honey spreading through his mouth.

"That way, too, because it looks like it's over."

It was then.

"- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

I saw an object flying in here with a growl as I drew a parabola in the sky.

Of the three men, it is Maso.

"- Ahhhhhhhhh!"

"What!?

A man who was about to walk into the street sideways stopped his legs perfectly.

And - the back of Masso's shoe captured the man's face.

"Shh, shh, shh, shh!

Masso landed, scaffolding the head of the man falling behind.

Bouncing force off the regular track.

Zemekis still has to be impressed with that jumping power, which is not flying among the four brothers.

How can I make such a leap with that giant?

A human body is a terrible thing, Zemekis thinks.

As he hoisted the edge of his mouth and peeled his teeth out, Masso leaked his unique laugh out of the gap between his teeth.

"Ja, shashasha, shashasha"

The man's head, which was about to escape, is in a state of crushed fruit.

As the landed Masso pulled his legs off the man, he began to crush and observe the back of his shoes.

"Yikes! That's dirty...... I think I'll take these shoes instead. I really liked it. You shouldn't have stepped in and killed him."

Zemekis sent his gaze to Beshgham.

"Huh?"

Beshgham turned his mouth into a letter to and silenced.

Leaving his brother like an unfathomable extreme, Zemekis asked his brother.

"So, how was it over there? What the... did you say the Red Runners? Looks like it was on a pretty big scale."

"Hmm? Oh... those guys. He managed to say that the parent and the one they called him was a former gladiator known in the empire, but he was a miscellaneous fish without distortion. The rest of them are just like always."

'As usual', as Masso put it, would mean 'as if I hadn't been opponent'.

Fallen little eyes.

Its eyes are always grim as if it were a pursuit of prey.

Inverted blonde.

A muscular giant with a wide lateral width.

Beautifully grown white, sharp teeth.

He is Maso Anglen, the third son of the Anglen four brothers.

He calls himself 'vulgar evil'.

Once Masso,

"I don't like the noble way my brothers think. So if there's a pissed off one, it hurts, and if there's a good woman, I can't help but offend you. Of course, if you want it, rob it. Ma, what... I guess what I call the little villain's desire is someone who's gotten hypertrophic as it is'

And I was talking.

I couldn't even say Zemekis or anything about this, just being able to self-analyze.

However, there are other people in Masso who cannot be killed except by their brothers.

This is a story from when Masso was still a boy.

The young Masso tried to kill thirty humans first.

And then I tried to kill thirty men only, and then thirty women only.

Plus next, only thirty old men.

But not for a moment did he feel guilty.

Masso held his head and shouted.

"Oh, what a vulgar man I am! Surprise! It's like guilt, it doesn't gush!

But it is.

The next time I tried to kill only thirty children,

He couldn't kill a single one.

I tried to kill him, but I couldn't.

When he put the child in front of him in order to kill him, suddenly Masso was unable to move.

The results are the same even if you try to kill other children.

I still can't move.

Masso cried that night.

Because no matter how much I thought about it, I didn't know why I couldn't kill it.

"I'm a man who can't even kill one of the kids! I must be the vulgar one!

And he still can't kill a child.

There's nothing if not an intent to kill, but the moment you do, you can't move.

Moreover, in his case, even the sight of his brother killing a child is unacceptable.

Masso says this about this.

"I'm sure all the guilt I'm supposed to feel when I kill the others has gone to the kid. Because of my vulgarity."

Only God knows if that Masso speculation is true, something like that.

The only certainty is that Masso can't kill a child.

From across the street, I saw a long-sleeved man running with something full of arms.

It was Soni the fourth man.

Soni showed her what she held in her arms with a radiant look, letting her breath out.

"Look, brother! Here!"

It was a massive lifetime.

"Brother Beshgum! Except for the little one, we've all played and killed properly!? Hehe... this is my medal."

His eyes sparkle and Soni looks down at his neck in his arms.

"Well done, Soni"

Beshgham praised Soni.

"Eh heh... yeah! I tried, didn't I? Soooo, good luck with that!?

Laughing ticklishly, Soni threw her head off to the ground.

I already told you I lost interest in the loot.

"But it's still funny to be human or subhuman! Everybody reacts a little differently! It's the best! As for humans and subhumans being toys, they are the best of Dantotsu! Wow, human and subhuman...... me, don't respect me!

"It just doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman. I knew you were a kid. Shashasha."

Masso laughs.

"No, I'm not! They're all the same toys! Yes, that's why I'm so... equal!

Eh, and Soni tends her chest proudly.

All-you-can-stretch long hair.

Eyes peeking between your hair are innocent.

Unusually long hands and feet.

Long over the two latals.

He is Soni Anglen, four men of the Anglen four brothers.

If Masso the third man is to be called 'vulgar evil', Soni the fourth man may be called 'pure evil'.

Soni's mental growth has stopped for some time.

Soni like that always wanted to play.

Innocent, kill and play.

I don't even think killing is a bad thing.

Purely amusing.

Speaking of understandable evil, or maybe it is.

It's just - Oh, my God. Soni can't just kill kids.

In Soni's case, Soni is more frightened when she tries to kill him.

I'm afraid I'm willing to kill a child, Soni said.

He also said he didn't know why.

You just think you're going to feel pretty asexual?

Soni herself had previously

'I'm not going to be a toy... if I'm a little girl, I can't be a toy for some reason... me neither, I don't know'

And in tears, he said in a trembling voice.

"Hmm?"

Secondly, Zemekis noticed that around Soni's clothing arm was cut.

"What's wrong with that wound?

The peeping wound was discoloured to light purple.

Soni dropped her gaze on the arm wound once before raising her pleasant voice.

"Yeah, this is poison! I was in the Red Runners, and, yeah, the woman who said she was an active assassin in the Empire was painting the knife! I'm sure... Hama poison, he said!

"Shashasha, more than anything, it's poisonous."

Look at Masso as if he wants to have fun with Beshgum.

And everyone's face becomes a thought-provoking expression in the past.

I also missed Zemekis.

- Poison, huh?

Poison.

That was a good play tool for the four brothers of the young days.

When was that?

If the memory is certain, that should have been a child's time story.

First, arrange lethal poison and antidote on the table.

And take the poison, take the antidote at the moment it's going to kill you.

For a time, that kind of play was popular among the four of us.

When Beshgum, his eldest son, who took the famous Hama poison as a fierce poison, cramped hard with the antidote in his hand and stopped moving because of his purple face, it was something he laughed at from the bottom of his heart, joining Masso and Soni.

That Beshgum is about to lose the poison, he said.

But in the end, no one would die in this play.

And gradually, everyone got tired of playing poison (by the way, the next play was a surgical war play).

When we realized it, we had become a body that didn't poison us.

Has it become physically resistant?

Or was it originally a physique with a faint effect of poison?

I don't know why.

But Zemekis thinks.

All four were young back then.

Zemekis sprinkles with emotion.

"I was young...... no, how old were we now?

We can't even remember our own age.

I wonder how old you are now.

One day... I stopped counting my age.

Well, but I also need to remind you.

I don't feel like dying anyway.

Only the sequence of the four brothers can be firmly stained within themselves.

Beshgham said the other day.

"Perhaps we are becoming the ultimate point of human arrival"

Nevertheless, that's why things change.

So to speak, what we are doing is killing as a duty.

That's right.

In the end, we four brothers have no firm 'purpose'.

Just as long as' means' is killing.

And he kills compulsorily when he seems capable of killing, and dormant when he falls asleep.

That's just it.

The Anglen Four brothers are a community of destiny.

Together, these four are the concepts and phenomena of the Anglene Four Brothers.

Or, Zemekis thinks.

Maybe that's when you can break the curse if someone lacks it.

I can't imagine the current situation, the lack of one person.

At that time,

"By the way - I'm hiding there, why are you keeping me alive?

Masso glanced into the alley between the building and the building.

Beyond the stacked crate.

There, there were signs of people.

"Ooh, I'm gonna hurt you tight if you don't come out soon, and then I'm gonna kill you, huh? Come out."

Masso calls.

What showed up was a girl who was still too old to look frightened.

He hugs the thin, dirty doll in his arm.

My face was stained with fear.

"Yum, forgive me, kum, sai"

There were so many tears in the girl's eyes that she seemed to fall zero.

"Kill, don't... Damn, come on"

"Oh, it's a child, brother!

"Damn... you're a kid. I can't help it. Look, just go away. Oh, you're stuck in a corpse at your feet? It's dangerous."

Zemekis sighed.

Because while the expression doesn't work, I found Beshgum to be harsh.

Beshgham Anglen.

He is the only of the four brothers who can kill a child.

That's right.

Actually, Zemekis can't kill kids either.

Zemekis Anglen, second son of the Anglen Four brothers.

Unlike Masso and Soni, the reason Zemekis cannot kill a child is obvious.

The reason is, I feel sorry for you.

Because it hurts my heart.

Zemekis thinks it's a normal reason.

It is usually wrong for a child who is still immature to die.

That's just it.

But Zemekis was wondering.

Regardless of who I am, why can't Maso or Soni kill their children?

Zemekis thought.

And at one point I finally draw one conclusion.

Young children may not be 'people' yet because their humanity is underdeveloped.

That's right.

Toddlers are not human beings.

Therefore,

Killing a young child is no more than murder.

So, if there is.

The Anglen Four brothers exist to kill people.

But if you can't recognize a toddler as a 'person'... can't you just kill him?

I mean, you can't recognize him as a killer.

Masso doesn't feel guilty about killing people.

But killing a toddler makes me feel guilty.

In other words, because the toddler is not a 'person', does he feel guilty?

Same goes for Soni.

He enjoys toying with people.

But a toddler who is not a 'person' cannot be used as a toy.

Maso and Soni have love and mercy for things other than 'people'.

There is a union of love and mercy in what no man can do.

Therefore, we cannot 'kill' them.

There's no reason to kill him.

In other words, they are kind.

It's normal as a person.

- Perfect, rational.

Finally, Zemekis discovered the perfect reason within himself.

By this reason, it was found that the three younger brothers, including myself, were still normal.

But Veshgam is not.

Completely deviant.

of the four brothers, heterogeneous.

Even when we told them why we couldn't kill our toddlers, Beshgham said,

"That doesn't make sense. You're the craziest of us all."

And cut it off lightly.

Stupid, Zemekis thought.

The crazy thing is...

You can kill a toddler, Bethgum.

Look, right now, just...

Beshgham took a step toward the girl.

Then I'll kill you.

- It's crazy, like killing a toddler.

Ugh, and the girl pulled her upper body.

I have too many knees of fear laughing.

Beshgum takes a step further.

Then,

"You can't let me through here, Beshgham"

"No, brother Beshgham"

Three brothers, including Zemekis, stood before Beshgham.

Let the strained air drift.

Get out of the way.

Beshgham paid his hand to the side.

"Beshgum"

Zemekis called.

"Sure, my brother is strong. It would be the strongest of the four brothers without complaining. But, hey, if the three of us can get ahead of ourselves, maybe we can outdo our brother."

One-touch instant.

A feeling of total hair all over the body that I haven't remembered in a long time being upside down.

Even so, you can't pull it off.

We can't let a toddler who's already in our own sight kill him.

Beshgham was staring at his brothers for a while.

And

"- Shit."

One tongue struck, Beshgham turned back on his heel.

"I'm back first. That woman there... you picked her up."

Leaving the girl staring at her with a fierce eye, Beshgham left as she kicked the corpse rolling there like she would even hit eight.

"Eh, Emily!

Couple-like pairs came running from behind the building.

Probably the girl's parents.

I guess I can't stay or not anymore.

The couple try to shelter the girl and embrace her.

While they were frightened, they stared at the Zemekis.

Zemekis, turn right.

And he went to the carriage of the broken caravan, and took a sachet with gold, and a backpack with food.

After looking at two more skinny swords from the mercenary's body, he strips the relatively bloody clothes from the townsman's body.

Zemekis returned to his parents and children and offered them.

"With all this money, you'll be able to live for a while. You should take this food too."

My father looks up at Zemekis with a glimpse.

"Oh, um..."

Zemekis offered two swords.

"Protect that daughter with this sword if you are also attacked by a bandit on the road. Crazy to death. And you should wear these clothes. If you wear this bloody clothing and say," I'm running away from the Four Homicides right now, "they'll be a little hesitant."

"Ha, ha"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, okay?

Zemekis pointed to the girl clinging to her mother.

"This is all for the child. If it weren't for her, you'd already be dead."

The girl's parents, as they were told, changed into bloody clothes.

And Zemekis dropped me off, and I left town with a relieved look.

I couldn't keep up with understanding, that kind of face.

"Are you okay, those parents"

After dropping off his parents and children with a twinkle of worry, Zemekis turned his gaze to what was glowing around the wreckage of the carriage.

Some of the traded goods.

It's a brilliant dish.

Made of silver.

Made of gold.

Made of crystal.

When Zemekis entered the back alley, he took a bucket of sewage.

Go near the carriage again.

Then, the contents of the loose barrel were smashed all over the conditioning item.

Sewage is like a mixture of mud and bug carcasses.

Zemekis has a loose mouth.

Beautiful condiments, dirty with dirty water….

Without any resistance.

"Excellent"

Zemekis muttered in a whispering voice.

That's when I noticed something in the rectangle twisted in the cloth falling nearby.

"Hmm? What?

Take it in your hand and loosen the cloth.

"Oh...?

Apparently the contents were like paintings.

"Portrait, or...?

"What the fuck?

Masso approaches me with interest.

"This is-"

The four brothers were gathered at the liquor store for a drink.

to discuss future policies.

After walking away, Beshgham apparently pulled a lot of information from the humans he kept alive.

"Louvel Argan is currently experiencing some conflict in the country... and the King's Capital seems to be making some noise these days"

"This is what happened to the country because of the loss of the patronage of the military gods, don't listen to any rumors."

"So, the Empire seems to be making the country smell bad because of the successor issue since Guntarios III died suddenly. And recently, strange men appeared in the capital city and robbed them of gold and valuables. When you fled everything, you cut down 300 Imperial soldiers on your own."

"Alone, 300 people!?

Soni sparkled her eyes.

"Wow, wow! Let's find him, Brother Beshgham!

"But I don't know where he is. But the man, just a bandit, feels a little different..."

Beshgum roars.

"Well, I wonder what's going on"

"I push the Renault Thread"

It was Masso who said and stood up.

"Renault thread."

"The place is good for Christopher, the king."

"The King's capital… and it's rare for you to mention it in detail. Any reason?

"I'm looking for him."

Masso put the painting he had stood aside on the table.

Beshgum narrows his eyes.

"Who is it?

"She seems to be the daughter of an aristocratic house called the Earl of Arklight House. The name is certain, yes -"

Masso checks the back of the painting.

"Cecily Arklite"

Behind the painting was written information such as the name of the person.

That has also been confirmed earlier by Zemekis.

Beshgum arms up.

"You want that?

"Oh, I want"

Masso nodded.

It was ruthlessly unusual for him to show obsession with a particular person.

"What's your opinion?

Beshgham has asked Zemekis for his opinion.

"Hmm? Isn't that nice?

Saying, Zemekis turns his gaze to Cecily Arklite's paintings.

The first time I saw that portrait.

That's Zemekis, too, was breathtaking.

Light lemon colored hair.

clear blue sky-like eyes with no clouds.

White skin like virgin snow.

Exuding elegance and temperament.

Above all, out-of-popular, what can be called awesome beauty.

Zemekis thought.

If this woman is real...

I want to smash my spirit.

I want to see a face slapped down in the abyss of despair.

I'd like to see something shiny dull and obscene.

I want to see what seems remote from despair despair.

That's right.

This is a natural desire as a person.

Normal mind movement.

I think Zemekis is weak.

I'm the second son of the Four Homicides that people fear.

- Actually, it's decent.

I saw Masso as Beshgham muddled the chair.

"But that portrait... it's hard to say it's credible enough, huh? Is Cecily Arklite and the others noble? The aristocrats make beauties portray themselves many times more than they should. It is likely that the actual object is as if it were a different person from the painting."

I certainly can't deny what Beshgham said.

There is a great possibility that there is a drawn human correction in it.

I'm sure it's beautiful, but I also feel like it's just too floating away.

It was just... it was also true that it was so strangely appealing that I wanted to see if it was real or not.

Is that because of the pictorial realism?

There's something that makes you think you might be there.

Perhaps the painter's arm is simply good.

And he wanted to make sure that Masso was the same.

"Shasha, you have to come true to my eyes. Ah, simply kill me right on the spot. Besides... why don't you tell us what it's all about?

To Masso's inquiry, Hmm, and Beshgum snorts.

"Oh, you're right"

When Beshgum stood up, he drank the contents of the liquor bottle at once.

Then I wiped the liquor left in my mouth with the sleeves of my clothes.

No matter how much he drinks, he doesn't show up on his face at all.

I've never even been drunk.

"Right, this time make the woman an end for the means? All right, it's a decision. Our next place to kill is the Kingdom of Saint Renounced."

Beshgum throws a liquor bottle.

A liquor bottle slammed against the wall, bounced to pieces and flew.

"Wang Du, shall be Christopher"