I’m Hunting My Enemy - Chapter 38

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38. Love and Subjugation War (5)

 

‘It’s so slimy.’

 

Ryuie thought as she fiddled with Mos’s tail.

 

Mos’s moist tail looked pretty, but it wasn’t as smooth as she had expected.

 

After all, it was a living creature, so bodily fluids came out and it grew differently depending on what he ate.

 

‘It lacks more elasticity than I thought. Does he need exercise after all? I wonder if he can swim in this state.’

 

Ryuie, who examined Mos’s condition like a medical checkup, also looked at his neck.

 

If gills had grown, she would have thrown him into the water immediately.

 

She couldn’t make someone who was still human drown.

 

‘He did quite well today after all.’

 

Ryuie, who was trying to give him a reward, also considered grinding bones to feed him. He would need good nutrition to maintain so many sturdy scales.

 

Someday she should go hunting and catch something for him…

 

“Miss.”

 

“Hm?”

 

Mos called out to Ryuie again as she was lost in thought. His face was quite serious.

 

“Are you seducing me?”

 

“I don’t make things confusing.”

 

Ryuie gently stroked his tail. Mos felt like the conversation that just happened was like a dream.

 

But Ryuie was someone who belonged to another.

 

Suddenly Mos’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

 

He was definitely happy, but.

 

The sentence Ryuie had said earlier suddenly stuck in his head.

 

Someone with an owner who knows their place and flirts with others.

 

Ryuie who knows her place.

 

A one-night partner.

 

‘I don’t want that.’

 

Mos, who had definitely thought one night would be enough, gulped.

 

It wasn’t like he had no experience, and he had already finished calculating that he would benefit more with a noble like Ryuie.

 

‘I said I don’t want that.’

 

The problem was his changed body.

 

Even if the vow breaks, I can’t even have one night with you now.

 

Beautiful scales shone cold and dull from his lower body that had become fish-like.

 

The finger that had been moving in circles over his tail tapped the scales.

 

“Anyway, don’t worry too much about it, Mos. I’ll solve everything.”

 

“I wasn’t worried.”

 

“What a good boy.”

 

Mos nodded his head, but strangely his heart stirred a little.

 

‘But you’re not being kind to me because you’re worried the Crown Prince might get caught up in this, are you?’

 

His throat below his hoarse voice felt ticklish.

 

Seeing Ryuie with the nobles was indeed the problem. Because he had felt with his skin the fact that she was someone who lived in a different world.

 

Ryuie, who casually talked about the Crown Prince whom he could barely dare to mention, felt unfamiliar.

 

“If you break the engagement vow, how do you plan to choose your next spouse?”

 

“Hm?”

 

Ryuie’s face, which had been surprised for a moment, suddenly brightened and became lively.

 

“You asked a good question! I don’t know why no one else asks me that question. Actually, I’m planning quite a few different methods.”

 

Excited Ryuie sat up with a bounce.

 

“First, what I want to do most is a tournament! Combining a swordsmanship competition and a beauty contest to select about a hundred candidates.”

 

“Wow.”

 

Mos, slightly flustered by Ryuie’s more enthusiastic reaction than expected, played along.

 

“You’ve already thought it through.”

 

“Of course. I’ve been waiting every day for how to break the engagement vow. I need someone strong, beautiful, and passionate!”

 

“Do I… need to learn swordsmanship too?”

 

“It’s okay, Mos. It doesn’t have to be a sword. Guns or bows are welcome too.”

 

At Ryuie’s merciful words, Mos broke out in a cold sweat inside. Fighting was his weakness.

 

“That’s too much for me.”

 

“There’s another role I’ve prepared for such beauties. I like to go out and find them myself. Like adventures in stories. A protagonist who appears wherever there are beauties in crisis. It’s just perfect, isn’t it?”

 

Listening to Ryuie’s words, Mos just nodded his head earnestly.

 

‘Still, it’s fortunate. Miss doesn’t only choose nobles as husband candidates.’

 

Mos’s ears grew hot.

 

Shy feelings welled up and slightly slipped through his lips.

 

“Don’t you think of considering someone who’s good at confessing as a candidate?”

 

“Confessing?”

 

Ryuie’s reaction immediately became lukewarm.

 

“Confessing isn’t even an attack, and does it activate an effect just by saying it?”

 

“But just confessing makes you see them differently than before. Sometimes you gradually get to know them and grow to like them.”

 

“Confessing is just the beginning. It’s far from enough for me.”

 

Ryuie, who had been rambling, suddenly frowned slightly. Something seemed to have struck her mind.

 

“Oh. I guess I was unexpectedly concerned about it.”

 

“What?”

 

“The other confession. It comes to mind at times like this.”

 

Ryuie went “hmm” and pushed out her lower lip.

 

It would be later that Mos, who had only been in the room and hadn’t heard Glem’s rumors, would understand what that meant.

 

* * *

 

After the nobles arrived, Glem kept his distance from them.

 

There was nothing good about running into them.

 

After his custody was transferred to Ryuie, the priests no longer bothered Glem either. There were occasionally priests who reacted irritably, but.

 

Compared to Benito’s attitude, it was nothing.

 

‘He’s not doing anything openly suspicious, but it’s unsettling.’

 

After Ryuie stormed into the temple, the priests retreated to a corner and were truly spending quiet days.

 

Labor-intensive and difficult work was taken over by Ryuie’s servants, and the villagers were also scared by the sudden influx of nobles and stopped coming.

 

For the priests, this could be called the most leisurely and comfortable time.

 

However, most of the priests were giving off bad vibes. They seemed to think their territory had been invaded.

 

The priest who was exceptionally happy was Benito. When he occasionally appeared, he spent enjoyable time alone watching the knights or horses. This much was fine, but.

 

The problem was that he kept bringing up Ryuie every time.

 

“Is this horse Yeongae’s favorite horse?”

 

“How many knights escort Yeongae?”

 

‘Why does he ask such questions? Is he an assassin?’

 

It wasn’t subtly but blatantly annoying.

 

Glem continued to monitor Benito while pretending to do his work.

 

Of course, the knights didn’t answer all of Benito’s questions according to their duty, but they didn’t guard against him too much either. Because Benito just seemed stupid.

 

But since he was an unfamiliar face and kept disappearing saying Ohen was calling him, his whereabouts were mysteriously cut off.

 

It got worse after the nobles came.

 

‘Maybe Ohen is using that guy to scheme something else.’

 

As the number of people increased, so did the targets to be wary of.

 

He wasn’t blaming Ryuie.

 

Rather, because Ryuie called the nobles, he could see how the priests would react.

 

What they wanted.

 

Whether they would truly be cooperative with Ryuie.

 

“Glem!”

 

At the rare sound of someone looking for him, Glem stopped his search and stood in place.

 

Bendam was coming with an unfamiliar man. But his expression was strange. While calling his name with his mouth, his eyes were rolling around wildly, as if telling him to ignore it and run away quickly.

 

‘Why is he acting like that?’

 

Curious, Glem didn’t leave his spot and waited. Bendam secretly let out a deep sigh. The man beside him, oblivious to everything, arrogantly asked.

 

“Are you Glem?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

Even though someone had answered, he didn’t listen and just stared intently at Glem. Bendam, standing behind, sighed and pressed his forehead.

 

The meaning was blatant—couldn’t he take the warning to run away in advance—which was somewhat amusing.

 

‘I have no reason to avoid him.’

 

The man who approached Glem was a typical city man, frail and only having good skin tone.

 

If they fought, he would naturally win, and even if the man tried to wield noble authority, well, he had already dealt with Ryuie. Glem shrugged his shoulders.

 

The other side seemed to be evaluating his impression as well, staring without blinking once, even getting slightly bloodshot.

 

Desperately trying to find fault somehow, he finally found some shortcomings and recited them.

 

“For a man, your hair is too long and you have an unsightly large scar on your face. Ha! What kind of hideousness is this. Your status is lowly, your speech lacks manners, and you don’t particularly have a charming personality either.”

 

“How rude.”

 

“You’re the one being rude. Do you know who I am?”

 

Still snorting, he acted superior. Bendam quickly whispered on his behalf.

 

“This is Lord Rankin, the eldest son of Duke Mafle. He’s been searching the entire Temple looking for you until just now.”

 

It seemed like he was explaining quickly, as subordinates usually suffer when their master’s mood is disturbed.

 

Glem raised only one eyebrow with displeasure.

 

“For me?”

 

“He heard the rumors.”

 

“Are you the one who confessed to Ryuie?”

 

Glem’s face immediately crumpled.

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