Bad Born Blood Chapter 351

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I killed Kinuan.

I saw it with my own two eyes, but it still didn’t feel real.

I hit his head with my heel. I saw his skull shatter and his brain crumble. This is not an illusion.

After that, I left the place after checking Gilda’s safety. I thought it would be better to avoid explaining the commotion in detail right away. I will postpone apologizing to Gilda for my rudeness until later.

Thud, thud.

As I walked down the alley, I leaned my back against the wall. The alley was surrounded by buildings on all sides, so even though it was broad daylight, the light reaching the floor was dim.

“ha…….”

My nose and eyes were bleeding intermittently, and my forehead was hot with a high fever. If it weren’t for my freshly treated brain, I would have been ruined long ago.

Gulp.

I wiped the blood flowing down the sleeve of my coat.

‘Kinuan is dead by my hand. It’s over. You can rest, Luca.’

But the emotions that had been running high did not cool down easily. Instead, small emotions rose up in a complex manner like an aftershock.

Even in that storm of emotions, there was sadness and regret. Wasn’t there a way to end it without killing Kinuan? We, or at least I, had love and hate for each other.

… … I too was subjected to terrible emotional control by that bastard. Even after being subjected to that, I couldn’t completely hate and detest Kinuan.

‘I was afraid of getting to know him better.’

If I got to know Kinuan’s human side more deeply, I thought I wouldn’t be able to kill him.

That is why I acted more decisively without hesitation. In a way, it was the same feeling I had when I killed Mushir al-Kashra. I was afraid that as time went by, it would become harder to kill the opponent.

I guard against my soft side. I don’t want to be a fool who can’t kill the people he needs to kill.

‘If I had missed Kinuan there, I would never have had another chance.’

Kinuan must have gone into hiding even by kidnapping ‘Precious Gilda’. Then there would be no way to find him.

‘Have you really struggled so much to live like that because you are so tall?’

I would like to hear the answer to that question myself.

… … The monster inside me is gone.

In order to save Gilda, Kinuan gave up rational judgment and patience. From that moment on, he was reduced to a human.

Less noise.

I searched my pockets and took out Kinuan’s belongings.

‘A credit chip, a terminal, a thick notebook, and a pen.’

This is like a relic of Kinuan.

Now, Kinuan’s death really hit home. I just took out his notebook and looked through it.

‘It’s analog.’

The cover of the notebook was made of well-worn leather, and the edges of the stack of papers inside were yellowed.

Kinuan preferred analog records. Come to think of it, he wasn’t the only one.

The higher up the empire, the more secretive it is. They leave messages and records in analog rather than digital form.

Click.

I opened the notebook and looked at the first page.

‘A picture of a woman?’

One photo was stuck tightly. The surface was smooth, as if it had been carefully coated with a film to prevent oxidation.

The woman in the photo was sitting on a chair, her head slightly turned to look this way.

‘It looks like Gilda.’

The woman in the photo and Gilda are probably related by blood.

I read the letters that stretched from the bottom of the photo to the side. Judging from the ink density and color, they were not written at once, but at different times. There were also pieces of paper that were very different colors, as if they had been inserted in the middle.

-Don’t forget your light, Arte.

-You loved this woman.

-Even if you forget everything, you must keep this memory.

The content emphasizing the importance of women continued.

It seemed that Arte was Kinuan’s lover. Her birthday, first date, and places they visited together were written down in a messy manner as if she was recording memories.

Some of the letters looked like they had been written in a hurry, and as they went on, they became more abstract than specific.

-Me, still, why?

There was a slash through this question. Beneath it was small text.

-This is a memory in words only.

-I don’t remember, so why should I protect it?

The trembling was visible even in the letters. Kinuan’s human agony was visible.

-No, even if I forget my memories and emotions, I must protect them. Because they are the proof of my life.

-If you have forgotten the memory that formed the emotion, you can re-enter the memory and re-create the emotion.

I frowned slightly.

The contents of the notebook were becoming bizarre. It seemed that Kinuan was the first to experience memory loss as a side effect of the Aquis Victima.

-I love Arte. My feelings for her are devoted love. Don’t think about it anymore. This is enough. We are devoted to Arte.

The word ‘we’ came out. It seems that it was a time when Kinuan’s self-identity was blurred.

I thought of Jin Gau’s words. It’s a side effect of rapid brain regeneration.

‘From here, Kinuan started working on brain regeneration.’

As I was flipping through the notebook, I came across another photo. Looking at the family tree, it was Arte’s daughter, Gwendolyn.

-Arte asked me to take care of her daughter.

As the notes about Gwendolyn continued, a question suddenly arose.

-Wait, you mean I met Arte after that? If I had met Arte, I would have written it down in detail?

Here is the diagonal line. It contains the records of Gwendolyn’s growth.

-Gwendolyn is becoming more and more like Arte. It’s fortunate that she doesn’t resemble her husband.

I felt eerie at the flowing writing.

‘… … Something is strange.’

Kinuan himself often questioned the records in his notebook, not believing them.

-Even if you didn’t ask, Arte’s daughter is worth protecting. Devotion to Arte is our proposition.

-Gwendoline loves luxury. She’s already used up all of her parents’ inheritance.

-We need more money. Let’s build up a fortune that can’t be tracked in the lower zone.

Kinuan’s actions are visible.

Sssssss.

Even my calm mind was about to run wild.

-Don’t tear up and erase this record! I killed Arte’s husband! No, we did! There was a reason I said devotion. Eliminate jealousy from the next formation. Don’t make the same mistake.

As expected, Kinuan was smart. He realized that his past self had intentionally deleted the records and gave him a fierce warning.

‘Kinuan was so jealous that he killed Arte’s husband. Perhaps Arte was also killed by Kinuan’s hands… . . . ‘

As she was dying, Arte entrusted Kinuan with the care of her daughter Gwendolyn.

‘Kinuan only recorded Arte’s request and deleted his own sins.’

But soon Kinuan realized that he had killed Arte.

-There was a reason I emphasized devotion in the beginning. At that time, we knew that Arte had a lover. It was meant to tell us not to get into trouble because of jealousy.

-We’re crazy. If you’re reading this, put a gun to your head and pull the trigger. We’ll kill you.

-Don’t make me laugh. You should have died before leaving a record. If you didn’t want to die, why are you telling me to die?

-The reason we didn’t commit suicide was to protect Gwendolyn. With that arrogant personality, it would be hard for her to survive on her own. Gwendolyn needs me.

-You won’t make the same mistake. Important, think of Gwendolyn as your daughter and protect her. If you develop feelings for your daughter, you’ll be less jealous.

-Gwendolyn is pregnant with a child whose seed we don’t know. I think I’ll have an abortion. But the child in her womb is Arte’s blood. I must protect it.

-I killed Gwendolyn. I won’t go into detail. Protect Gilda, the granddaughter of Arte and daughter of Gwendolyn. Don’t fail this time, please, I beg you. Wake up. Be careful, Kinuan.

A photo from when he was a lump of flesh appeared. Beneath it was a pledge written in thick handwriting.

-We can’t be this unstable. Find a way to restore her memories and emotions consistently. Until then, interfere with Gilda as little as possible. We are unpredictable beings. We don’t know what they will do. If Gilda is precious to you, keep her at a distance.

I closed my eyes and covered the notebook for a moment.

“… … You’re crazy. Are you saying you’ve been living in this mental state all this time?”

No matter how fast the information absorption, memory inference, and self-reconstruction through Archie’s Victory were… … it’s not something a human would do.

‘The obsession with Arte is the anchor that holds Kinuan together. It is an obsession with Arte in order to survive while maintaining a minimal level of consistency as an entity.’

I opened my notebook again.

It was detailed down to the dosage of the Hydra drug and the amount of the preparation to be mixed. It seemed that many human experiments were conducted to find the appropriate amount.

‘There is too much information to record. I guess analog recording alone has its limits.’

There were chips in the middle of the notebook. I carefully took out Kinuan’s terminal and inserted the chips.

Beep.

Detailed accounts of minor events and people from each year came out in a stream.

‘Records that are not important enough to be hacked will be stored digitally.’

And I wrote down in detail in a notebook the records that should never be discovered by others.

There were also records of the previous emperor, Yuri Kratia. There were as many inserted papers about the emperor as there were about Arte.

– My friendship with Yuri Krachia is deep. Tell Yuri that she occasionally experiences minor memory loss. In order to hide her fatal weakness of total memory loss, you have to mix in the truth.

-Important, there is a thing called a mind transfer device among the arcane relics kept by the Empire. It is still in the research stage. Yuri is pushing forward with the research for me.

-Important, the amount of knowledge and memory required to reconstruct the self is ridiculously large. Partial memory loss is also frequent. The possibility of making mistakes increases, so reduce meeting people and repeatedly acquire important records every day.

The despairing record continued.

– I can’t wait for Yuri’s research results. We need another way. Maybe she doesn’t want to help me. We’re too old to believe in friendship. Yuri is a man who uses even his own children as tools. I’m just a tool, too. Even if friendship was true in the past.

I quickly flipped through the records about the emperor.

-Important, two excellent candidates appeared at the same time… … .

It was a story about me and Ilay.

-Important, something unfortunate has happened to Gilda, but Yuri’s surveillance is on me. I can’t contact Gilda alone.

-‘Ilay’ would be better at the role, but ‘Luka’ is better to protect Gilda. Take her to the lower area as quickly as possible and link Luca and Gilda. Remember, the process must be natural. There are many people watching me.

– Captain Heilas has taken an interest in Luca. Then let’s focus the confusion on that boy. Then something will happen.

The records and plans for me were extremely detailed. I wrote down the relationships between the people around me in detail. And there were also traces of temporary sealing.

-Until the storm, previous records about Luca are off-limits. Unnecessary information hinders the formation of the next emotion.

-Important, forming feelings for Luca, treating him like a beloved son.

It was a guideline I made as soon as my Archies reached the upper level. Until the time came, I was truly considered a precious disciple.

‘As if I were treating a beloved son.’

My eyes stopped at that phrase. That’s why I was confused until now.

“haha…….”

There were guidelines for shaping emotions for each character. However, the word ‘son’ was only used for me.

‘Not even a disciple, but like a son… … .’

The laughter keeps coming up, scratching my throat.

Kinuan killed Arte and Gwendolyn, one because he loved her and the other because he wanted to protect her.

And I almost killed my ‘beloved son’ Luca several times.

Kinuan had a knack for destroying things he held dear. Whether this was due to the instability of his ego or the nature of Kinuan as a human being is now unknown.

‘Knowing his own mistakes and failures, Gilda desperately wanted to protect him. However, Gilda must have been afraid that he would harm her with his own hands.’

I raised my head and expressed my despair.

“You are truly a terrible person, Kinuan.”