Bloodhound’s Regression Instinct

Chapter 32

A man in a crew uniform was walking around the trains, calming down the passengers.

“Is the train always this shaky?”

“Is there… an accident or something?”

“No, it’s just because we entered a snow-covered track for a moment. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Is there anything else that bothers you?”

The passengers seemed to relax at the crew’s words and sat back in their seats, either sleeping or reading books.

After settling the confusion of the second-class passengers, the man adjusted his uniform and opened the door to the third-class.

The third-class was like a cargo hold compared to the second-class.

Unlike the first and second classes, there was no pleasant air made by magic, and the passengers’ clothes were mostly nothing to look at.

But the man smiled and went inside, apologizing to each passenger for the inconvenience.

After calming down all the passengers in the front, the crew moved to the back.

“Huh?”

A young man was glaring at him with a dissatisfied expression.

The crew changed his expression and approached the young man.

“Hello, sir. I’m sorry for the inconvenience on your trip. We’re currently passing through a snowy area, so…”

The young man cut off the crew’s words.

“Are you one of those ‘revolutionaries’, you bastard?”

“Excuse me? Revolutionaries?”

The crew asked back, widening his eyes.

“No? Then forget it.”

The young man, Cruel, snickered and said.

“The guy who was here just now went to stop your plan. I guess you don’t care.”

At that moment, the crew’s eyes flashed.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the passengers in the front.

It was a long trip, so they should be sleeping, but some of them were chatting.

Seeing that, the crew took out a pouch from his chest and threw it towards the passengers in the front.

A white powder came out of the pouch and filled the third-class car with a faint haze.

Then

“Ahaha, is that so? I was like…”

“Huh? Why are you acting like that? Uh… why am I so sleepy?”

The voices of the passengers who were chatting gradually faded and soon snoring sounds were heard.

The crew looked at that and turned his head again.

The face of the crew, who had a nice impression until then, became expressionless.

He then asked Cruel.

“Who are you? And how do you know us?”

“Cruel Dwight, the one who will become the lord of the Dwight Count’s house someday.”

“Dwight Count’s house? A noble, huh.”

The crew muttered quietly and unbuttoned his uniform.

There were countless daggers and knives on his waist.

The crew said.

“It’s lucky to see a noble in a place like this.

I was a bit dissatisfied with the mission of calming down the ordinary passengers.”

Cruel laughed at the crew’s words.

“Pfft! He was telling the truth? He said the villains would break in. I’ll warm up a bit.”

Why do I have to listen to him anyway?

Cruel grumbled and got up from his seat.

He had a strange knife in his right hand.

It looked like a saw and a sword were mashed together.

He picked up the knife as if he was possessed by it from the weapon store that opened at the start of the second test.

He put it on his shoulder and smiled at the crew, or rather, the revolutionary.

“Shall we start, you bastard?”

* * *

Lorena and Yan left Cruel behind and climbed up to the train roof through the third-class window.

The biting wind scratched their cheeks and their clothes fluttered violently in the wind.

When they moved forward a bit.

“From here, you take care of it.”

Yan pointed to the passage connecting the second and first classes and said.

If it were the usual Lorena, she would have retorted what he meant.

“…”

But now, whether she knew the situation was urgent or had another reason.

She just flew toward the passage without saying a word.

Clang!

Lorena opened the window and entered the inter-carriage passage.

She volunteered for the northbound train to see Yan’s true skills, who was the first place, but she was troubled when she saw that the destination was Beowulf Territory.

She had a headache thinking about showing her face to the house she had left.

Those things are now… strangely calm.

Then she suddenly had a strange thought.

‘How did he know that the revolutionaries would appear?’

But before she could conclude that thought, two men blocked her way.

They were wearing crew uniforms and looked like the crew who controlled the place.

“Huh? Sir, it’s dangerous now, so please wait until the announcement comes out and then come out.”

“If you’re not in a hurry to go to the bathroom, you can just wait a little and come back in about ten minutes…”

They stopped Lorena’s steps with a bewildered face.

But in Lorena’s eyes, there was a sharpness.

“The crew must have been locked up somewhere, and now the crew are all revolutionaries.”

They were wearing crew uniforms, but according to Yan’s words, they were revolutionaries.

She didn’t believe it at first, but now she had no choice but to believe it.

They all looked like they had surpassed a certain level to be ordinary crew.

“…Revolutionaries.”

Lorena chewed on the hateful name she heard from Yan.

An organization that could never coexist with her.

Happy and harmonious.

The ones who tore apart the family that seemed unbreakable.

“Hahaha! Lorena, if you do more, this oppa’s body won’t be left!”

The source that got his oppa, whom she respected and loved in the past, killed.

Crack.

A thin red line ran down Lorena’s lips.

She joined this ‘Dragon Soldier Project’ to find them with her own hands, but they showed up so easily.

She felt grateful and ecstatic.

Swoosh.

When Lorena drew her sword from her waist, a cold chill swept the passage.

“Cold?”

“… Beowulf’s house.”

The two crew who controlled the passage immediately identified Lorena’s identity by the coldness that flew.

And then they realized that their identity was exposed and revealed their true colors as revolutionaries.

“A lion cub of Beowulf.”

“We never thought we’d fall into the hands of someone like you, but there are such miracles.”

They each took out a dagger from their chest or drew a sword from their waist.

Just then.

Lorena’s mouth, which was tightly closed, opened.

“…Do you know what you did to our house?”

Her voice trembled.

Not because of fear or dread.

She tried to speak in a calm tone, holding back her reason that seemed to run wild at any moment, but her jaw didn’t listen to her.

At Lorena’s question, the two revolutionaries looked at each other’s faces and then.

“Kahaha! Did you hear that?”

“Heard it or not! This, this is a naive lady!”

They laughed and mocked Lorena.

Lorena glared at them with a hard face.

The revolutionaries also stopped laughing at some point and glared at Lorena with serious eyes.

“Hey, naive lady. Then do you know the evil that your house did to us?”

“Before you were born, or even when you grew up eating and seeing only good things, we survived by eating rotten garbage. Who do you think is to blame for this?”

They growled, drawing out a red sword.

Lorena smiled coldly at their words.

The motto of Beowulf is protection (guard).

Beowulf protects the people of the territory even when snow falls all year round and in the frozen land.

Did Beowulf do evil?

Lorena declared to the revolutionaries.

“Then you were evil.”

Beowulf fights to protect.

And walks the path of domination (Supremacy) to protect.

Those who try to harm the North are exterminated (extinction) by any means, and the North is protected by eliminating the aftermath.

Even if the target is the emperor of the empire.

“Don’t pick up a sword easily without the intention to protect.”

Lorena’s head was filled with the words she heard from her father and lord, the Duke of Beowulf.

He was always a warm and good father, but he was cold and strict when it came to protecting the North.

But.

‘…I don’t have anything I want to protect now.’

There is no brother who was kind and strong, no mother who was gentle in this world.

Lorena sneered and raised her sword.

A cold chill flowed from her body and swept the passage.

At that sight, one of the revolutionaries covered his mouth.

Whiiik-!

He made a signal as if calling his comrades.

Then the door of the opposite passage opened roughly and ten new revolutionaries poured in.

They all held their weapons with a bloody aura and took their positions.

Each one of them had a power that was not inferior to the instructors of the special unit.

In terms of power, it was a clear disadvantage.

But Lorena didn’t flinch.

Rather, she burned more hatred.

And then

“Die, you bastards!”

She flew toward the revolutionaries.

* * *

Squeak!

Yan was running fast on the train roof, cutting through the wind.

His goal was the engine room at the very front.

‘Old man Wigor must be captured there.’

Maybe he was still putting up a fight against the revolutionaries with his stubborn attitude.

‘He’s the kind of guy who would do that.’

As he was planning what to do next in his head, Momon suddenly spoke to him.

[Do you really need that Wigor guy?]

‘Yeah.’

If he was a special unit leader like in his previous life, or if he had any intention of leaving this empire, he wouldn’t care.

‘When I have to face the revolutionaries, there’s no better card than Wigor.’

Wigor’s belief and the direction he had to go were overlapping, if not clashing.

So it was best to pay off his debt at this opportunity.

He could get a concession when their goals coincided, and there would be times when he could use him.

‘I won’t be able to use him often, though.’

[Tsk, this world is full of calculating bastards, that’s why I hate the human world.]

Momon clicked his tongue and closed his mouth again.

Yan chuckled and ran straight to the front where the engine room was located.

* * *

Train engine room.

Wigor, who had boarded the train with a stern face until a moment ago, was kneeling with his hands tied behind his back.

Around him, there were about ten crew members, including the engineer, who were also captured.

And in front of them, there were two men and women standing.

“Is this human really Wigor?”

“…I don’t believe it, but.”

They looked down at Wigor with a puzzled face.

The woman, who had her eyes slanted up and looked bad-tempered, squinted and crouched down.

Her hand grabbed Wigor’s gray hair and pulled it back.

“Hey, old man. Are you really Wigor?”

At that, Wigor met the woman’s eyes.

Wigor opened his mouth.

“Hehe, yes, I am. Wigor. Please spare my life.”

“Tck, how is this Wigor!”

Contrary to what they thought.

Wigor was very cowardly and treacherous.