"Am I human, I don't think so at all!"
When Nora took a step towards the woman who rested her back against the wall, she came in front of the window whose broken glasses decorated the floor. The moon was right above and had sent its lights to the highest point of the building without sparing; right at this time, the commander of the service squad started shouting with screams.
"Monster, monster!"
Burying her head between her legs, the woman in leather clothes turned her back to Nora; at that moment when the light leaking from the window illuminated the right side of her face, she had seen the orc Nora.
Taking her daggers into her inter-spatial wristbands and stepping on the broken glasses, Nora jumped down; when she landed on the ground, Count Jashua and Alis were on her two sides.
"Burn it!"
Those on the first floor were destroyed to their particles, there was no one remaining in one piece among those on the second floor. When the only target on the third floor was in a state of having lost her sanity too, Nora gave the order to burn the structure.
Count Jashua didn't make her say it twice; he lit the spark that would leave the three-story building where one of the hundreds of service squads of the Holy Blood Sect lived in flames. The screams of the female commander weren't cut until her body turned to ashes; even when the trio arrived at the Pain House they could hear her.
"Alis, I know you have made your decision. Take care of yourself!"
These were the last words Nora said before moving aside, then Count Jashua, who couldn't slow down, went to the valley again, and Alis went in front of the broken door. The separation had occurred at that moment, there was no return; tiny white couldn't stay inside this house anymore.
Leaning her back against the wall, the beautiful red-haired girl set about watching the valley from where the bitter cries of wild creatures rose; a crimson moon was decorating the sky.
"Well Nora, what will you do?"
She started talking to herself; she had been postponing this talk for a long time. Contrary to what is fabricated so people don't wake up, she was quite aware that the one who didn't talk to themselves was actually crazy.
"The helplessness of your human side is sitting in front of the door. Don't beat around the bush at all, the only reason for Alis's failure is the reflection of your inadequacy in your previous life. It is not like the stories you read, right? You don't have special powers or anything you brought from your previous life, except the helplessness that is a burden on your back, your hands are empty!"
Then she went silent. No matter how much they cleaned, the traces of the massacre over which not even a day had passed yet remained, and the most prominent one was the smell of blood scratching the throat.
"Blood God, what a great title. If she could have developed, I have no doubt Mora would have deserved this; the little bitch is not bad at all even at this age of hers. If we take into account that she went crazy inside the Hell Palace and crippled the Royal Family too, definitely she would rule these lands.
But you are not her either; you have neither her body, her intelligence, nor the arrogance bestowed upon her from birth. I don't equate a person working nine to six and the heir of the Holy Blood Sect, but it doesn't quite work out when you try to be like her, does it?"
She had Mora's blood in her veins; using the advantages this provided, she could do things many people would look at with envy, but her limit was exactly there.
Mora was the daughter of one of the three greatest weapon masters of this world and the mysterious woman Isabel who played a big role in the exaltation of the Holy Blood Sect. Even the air she breathed from the moment she was born was something Nora wouldn't be able to experience throughout her life; now possessing only her consciousness and blood, how could she manage to surpass her?
"Well, let's come to you orc Nora, the poor thing who couldn't go beyond being a bad joke of fate. A creature born into a circus and normally supposed to die in the first week of its life, how did you manage to stay alive until this time?"
Together with the last question, the long reckoning started. That night the red-haired girl continued to think until the morning sun illuminated the Pain House with its redness; without moving a millimeter from where she was, she only calmly breathed in and out.
Count Jashua had come a few hours ago and retreated to his corner. Since the Young Count had forgotten night sleep for a long time, he only hid inside the darkness. The white-haired youth wasn't in his place either; while proceeding towards where his small steps took him, his head never lifted from the ground.
"Human, Blood God, Orc, Woman, Man, when I erase and throw away all these definitions, what remains to me? To understand what I am, shouldn't I know what I am not?"
Within these thoughts, Nora stood up. In those moments, a small tube appeared in her hand, inside which was a blood-red liquid.
"I experienced being a human for more than twenty years, even if I am her imitation I know what kind of a thing the title of Blood God is; I guess it is time to do the thing I rejected for a long time!"
When her words ended, tipping the bottle into her mouth, Nora swallowed the liquid inside it in one gulp; turning her back, she started walking towards Count Jashua, the fogs rising from the valley she left behind were blocking her vision.
Then she understood these weren't fogs; her knees were trembling, her vision was becoming increasingly blurry. She couldn't stand on her feet anymore; she collapsed to the ground unconsciously, the trembling had covered her entire body now.
"Sir!"
Count Jashua shot out of his place like an arrow and came next to the girl on the ground; catching her head and putting it on his knees, he wanted to prevent her from harming herself.
Not very far away, near the area where the door of the library would open, the white-haired boy kneeled with the effect of a pain like a knife plunging into his heart. He couldn't prevent the tears flowing from his eyes; turning his head he looked at the place where the Pain House was, and gritting his teeth he continued on his way.
While the folks of the Pain House were experiencing an extraordinary situation, mobility had increased in the surroundings too. At nighttime, the flames seen by many people hadn't been cared about, but together with daylight, the situation was changing.
The ruins of the fire breaking out inside the sect were just newly attracting attention; after another service squad came to the scene of the incident, more people had started gathering there at every moment.
"What happened here like this?"
"Are you asking me, you are the ones closest. Did you see the fire at night and not come?"
Two disciples belonging to different service squads were talking heatedly between themselves.
"Do you run every time you see a fire? How would I know the building was burning, we thought they were having fun among themselves!"
The disciple wasn't unjustified; those burning could very well be the residents of the Pain House too. For those living in the sections of the sect that could be considered desolate, those happening were ordinary situations, but this time the color of the business had changed.
"Move aside!"
A harsh voice echoed; a middle-aged man was rapidly proceeding towards the ruins.
"Give a report quickly!"
The commanders of the nearby service squads would welcome him; judging by the expression their faces took, they weren't having comfortable times.
"Sir, the house burned completely!"
The man with his eyebrows raised upwards first took a look at the person speaking, then landed a solid slap with the back of his hand.
"Tell me something I don't know, you idiot!"
The slapped person couldn't utter a single word; while that part of his face took the color of pomegranate, he only continued taking breath intermittently.
"Sir, there is no trace of nearly half of the disciples belonging to the service squad, the body parts we think belong to the other half have all burned down to their bones too!"
When his harsh stance turned into a thoughtful facial expression, the middle-aged man walked towards the insides of the ruins; the squad commanders proceeded right behind him.
A corpse turning its face to a wall inside the ruins, trying to retreat into its shell like a bug welcomed them.
"Who is this?"
"Sir, the corpse of the squad commander, the only intact corpse in the structure!"