Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 31 (Part 1):

Helmut’s head tilted quirkily. He spat out with a cold gaze,

“I don’t want to strip your pants off, so kneel and beg, and I’ll let you go just like this.”

His tone was flat, but it sounded mocking.

Even if it wouldn’t be satisfying to hang him naked near the campsite upside down and utterly humiliate him, one must be merciful to the weak. It was a teaching of Darien.

Helmut crossed his arms and stared at Kelop, as if to dare him to beg.

“This, this…”

It was absurd. He was just a fourteen-year-old boy. A mere 4th-rank mercenary shouldn’t be able to do this to him.

The boy was sneering at Kelop with an expressionless face.

Of course, he couldn’t accept it. His pride wouldn’t allow it. Sometimes pride shatters the sense of reality.

“Who would beg to someone like you!”

Kelop sprung up and headbutted Helmut. Helmut easily dodged by twisting his body to the side.

“Aaaaaaaah!”

Kelop screamed as he drew his sword. His strength was among the best in the Tariq mercenary corps.

The sword swung by Kelop made a terrifying noise as it sliced through the air.

“You just kicked away your last chance.”

Helmut calmly drew his sword.

A man without proper skills. His body has dulled even more from not training lately. One arm is broken, and his balance is off.

Dodging his recklessly swung sword was easy. Helmut, moving into range, swung his sword at Kelop’s ankle.

Shick! The sharpness worthy of a famous sword. Helmut’s sword sliced through Kelop’s leg flesh without friction. Blood spurted out like a fountain due to nicking a blood vessel.

“Ugh!”

As Kelop staggered, Helmut, who had passed by him, stabbed from behind again.

Blood dripped from the other leg where the sword tip penetrated. A bipedal human loses their means of movement if their legs are injured.

Thud! Kelop staggered and sat down on the ground. Helmut’s movements were as fast as the wind. He couldn’t even react properly, let alone read the movements.

Fear filled Kelop’s eyes. Helmut, approaching him, seemed like a reaper to him.

Helmut clenched the handle of his sword tightly. Seeing blood, a ferocious impulse boiled within him.

It seemed as if the patience he had endured until now had turned into a murderous intent, uncontrollably stretching out. He wanted to maul and kill until his body was covered in blood.

Kill! Nobody would know even if he died anyway!

A vicious and wild cry echoed within him.

‘This is.’

However, Helmut abruptly stopped. His senses returned. A dark will dominating his reason. This emotion, unnaturally powerful, drawing him in.

Helmut knew what this was. The seed of darkness. What seemed to have faded away while passing through the barrier, that small entity coiled inside his heart, was swelling in response to Helmut’s murderous intent.

‘I must not lose myself!’

Darien’s last words struck his head. Kelop tried to kill Helmut. It’s not slaughter for Helmut to kill him. It’s justified.

But it must not be done in the grip of murderous intent.

Helmut suddenly realized his breathing was rough. He calmed his breathing and composed himself.

‘You cannot control me.’

Helmut declared towards the srrd of darkness and forced it back into his heart.

The slightly increased volume was irksome. Feeding on emotions of malice, perhaps.

The magical energy seated in this forest seemed to have drawn out the seed of darkness.

‘Darien told me to stay away from magical energy.’

He would have to heed that advice once this task was completed.

Only after all this did Helmut realize that Kelop was no longer in his spot.

In the time he had paused, Kelop had desperately run towards the campsite.

‘Insane, what kind of thing is that! That’s not human!’

Despite the darkness, for a 3rd-rank mercenary not to even properly see the movement!

It was faster than the movements of his brother, a 2nd-rank mercenary. Such movement was impossible for a fourteen-year-old boy.

Blood was dripping from his legs, but Kelop, paralyzed by fear, felt nothing.

He was running purely on the instinct to survive. The will to live moved his legs.

As the campsite neared, hope returned to Kelop. He didn’t even notice that the sound of the insects had stopped at some point and ran mindlessly.

‘Almost there. If I shout from there!’

Helmut began to follow Kelop belatedly.

The instinct of a hunter to plant an arrow in the neck of fleeing prey.

However, the moment the hunter noticed its back, something massive in the air swooped down on the prey.

It was as if night had covered the night. Kelop felt his vision turn pitch black as if he had gone blind.

‘What?’

Crack! Eternal darkness descended. Kelop couldn’t even let out a scream before his breath was cut off.

Helmut’s steps halted. His eyes pierced accurately through the darkness.

‘That guy.’

This dense magical energy. As expected, it appeared again. A familiar shape revealed itself in the darkness, backlit by the campfire. A giant monkey.

Red eyes flashed in the darkness. The creature pushed its claws into the back of the human it was sitting on.

Crunch! The claws crushed through muscles and spine to reach their target.

The creature that had pulled out a fresh heart from the just-deceased human savored it contentedly.

“That one’s mine.”

Helmut spoke, standing still. His voice was surprisingly calm.

The purple-faced monkey rolled the heart in its hand and tilted its head.

-Kieee?

“You’ve just stolen mine.”

Helmut spoke again, his gaze deeper than usual.

Helmut was slightly angry. He hadn’t properly vented his anger. Wasn’t Kelop’s death too comfortable a fate for him?

Thump! Thump! The monkey holding Kelop’s heart took steps towards Helmut.

After about ten steps, the creature blatantly chewed and swallowed the red meat, as if to provoke.

“You can understand words.”

Helmut was convinced. This monkey-shaped demonic beast had high intelligence.

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