Chapter 157 - The Identity of the Faceless Man (part four) (1/2)
Chapter 157: The Identity of the Faceless Man (part four)
“Now, this is troubling. What should I start with, I wonder? I hold too many secrets.”
Harlan Slayson looked around and turned his gaze directly upwards.
Bright, white light descended from the ceiling of the reference room.
“Everything. Such as, why were you reduced to being the head of such disreputable vampire-slayers?”
After hearing Eduard-oniisama’s words, Harlan sighed deeply.
“Since when and how I became who I am now…that’s right. Everything started with that fateful day at sea.”
Harlan Slayson was born as the second son of the previous Margrave of Urs, Slay.
Harlan’s path to take over his family was quickly cut off because of his excellent older brother.
Because of that, Harlan relied on his maternal connection to join the Royal Navy of Ignitia.
Then, just as Harlan had been climbing the ranks of the Royal Navy, a turning point occurred in his life.
It was a mission to seize a smuggler.
The cargo was Aurelia’s star crystal and Lucanrant’s snowsilver, which had been prohibited for export to the southern continent.
Therefore, it was reported that people from Aurelia and Lucanrant would embark on the vessel under Harlan’s command as senior officers.
On board were the infamous evil woman Bort, and Sigríður, a noblewoman of his homeland.
“That was my first encounter with those two.”
It was one of the most common missions that had turned Harlan’s fate upside-down.
Horrifyingly, all crew members apart from the three of them on the vessel were vampires.
“They showed their true nature when we were in the middle of the sea. I was bitten and torn all over my body by several 〈Hounds〉, and was left without an arm and a leg.”
Right knee, left hand, flank.
Harlan pointed to the said body parts in turn.
The one who rescued him from his plight was Sigríður.
Harlan, who had narrowly escaped death and was able to return home alive, pledged loyalty to Sigríður.
Harlan was later informed by Sigríður and Bort that this kind of incident was frequently caused by the vampires.
Bort and Sigríður seemed to have been secretly settling the incidents involving vampires at that time.
“That’s why I wanted to help that person somehow.”
For that reason, Harlan did everything he could.
He regenerated his body tissue and restored his body via alchemy.
In order to secure free funds and position, he snatched away the family headship from his esteemed older brother by plotting against him.
He gathered and led the vampire incident survivors and organized them as a group of vampire-extermination specialists.
He laid power base not only in the North, but also in the northwest, the Royal Army, and the Church.
He learned everything he could learn, and acquired whatever he could acquire: pharmacy, alchemy, magic, and telepathy.
He killed many vampires.
He also killed many innocent people.
While doing so, he was nearly assassinated by a vampire for the second time and thus began to hide his face.
“While repeating that cycle for who knows how many times—killing in order to kill, nearly getting killed, barely surviving—that person, Frederica Bort, sank into the sea while taking down several hundreds of underlings, along with the ancient vampire.”
So my mother’s death, which should have been due to a maritime accident, was actually—
The truth that spilled out of Harlan’s mouth pierced my heart.
The visage of the young girl on the other side of the mirror crossed my mind.
That girl died in such a way…?
“You know what kind of person your mother was, right, Sir Eduard?”
My brother looked at me for a moment, then turned his gaze back to Harlan and nodded.
“Yes. I know that from some point on my mother started chasing and killing vampires.”
What kind of person had Frederica Bort been?
According to Harlan, his prototype had been our mother.
“And then, that case from eight years ago happened. After also losing Sigríður-sama, I, who had been left alone, took over the work that they had left behind.”
The werewolf massacre case.
The tragedy that killed the entire family of the Ducal House of Lucanrant.
The day Chloe lost her family and her past, Harlan also lost his savior.
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A smile appeared on Harlan’s face.
“That is my story. It is your choice whether to believe it or not.”
Saying so, Harlan looked at us again.
“Is that why you were so afraid of us?”
Perhaps she was finally convinced, Chloe asked so.
“Oh, yes. It feels like the dead have been resurrected, and every time our eyes met, I wanted to ask for forgiveness. For not being able to protect them, and for not being able to help them.”
Citrouille who confessed like that felt similar to Jan Carlson on that day.
Survivors who had been saved.
They are heavily bound in ways that the people who saved their lives could not imagine.
“Let’s talk about the purpose of this time’s farce. I wanted to know about that no matter what.”
Harlan continued his words while fixing his gaze on my brother.
“I came here to find a way to dispel the curse of the Golden Wolf, in other words, a way to save Claude Lucanrant without killing him.”
“…Claude Lucanrant.”
My brother repeated the name.
I felt a slight sway of emotion in that voice.
“After the incident eight years ago, he was given to me. However, he had suffered too much damage from the curse…the form he had ended up in simply could not be made public. There should be clues in this archive, so I really wanted to come here.”
I had to check it with my own eyes, Harlan continued.
Eight years ago, he arrived at the scene of the tragedy late, and came across Claude and Sigríður about to strike each other.
At a great cost, Harlan was finally able to capture Claude alive.
The curse of the Golden Wolf, for some reason, had transferred to Sigríður, despite her holding a snowsilver sword.
And Sigríður requested him to behead her before the transfer of the curse was completed.
“The one who killed that person, your mother, was me.”
Chloe covered her mouth with her hand.
After a while, my brother opened his mouth.
“I see. So you—”
When my brother turned a gaze filled with pity at him, Harlan averted his line of sight.
His eyes were blank.
“I had wanted to become a man who could protect that person, but this is how things are.”
He then rescued Chloe, who was hidden behind a large clock in the depths of the burning castle, and erased her memory as much as possible.
And so Chloe would no longer be involved with Claude and the curse of the Golden Wolf.