I’m Hunting My Enemy - Chapter 86

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86. Limitation (1)

“What happened to you? Your legs?”

When Ryuie’s gaze lowered, there were legs of a form she had never seen before.

From Mos’s knees to his toes, without even wearing shoes, they were covered in thin scales and glowing purple.

It looked as if original fish legs had split into two to become new legs.

Ryuie was completely captivated by the sight she was seeing for the first time.

“My goodness.”

“On rainy days, they seem to change like this.”

Mos whispered.

“I didn’t know either since it hasn’t rained until now.”

“Try walking.”

Ryuie, completely fascinated by Mos’s legs, showed vigorous curiosity.

Mos’s earlobes turned red.

He realized that Ryuie being faithful to her own desires was a much better sign than her offering formal sympathy.

‘This is how it should have been from the start.’

Ryuie should rightfully look at him with interest and be amazed by him.

Even as Mos slowly approached, Ryuie couldn’t take her eyes off his newly transformed strong and enchanting legs.

He came close enough to smell Ryuie’s fragrance.

Mos took a deep breath of Ryuie’s scent mixed with the smell of rain.

The fresh, healthy air that filled his lungs was mixed with an enchanting peony fragrance.

Rich, sweet, and slightly stinging.

It was a scent Mos had never properly possessed.

His chest swelled with satisfaction.

‘Please keep making it rain on this swamp, Benito.’

Mos offered a prayer to his newly met priest.

‘Before winter comes, I will definitely make Ryuie my woman.’

That was the condition of the oath between Benito and Mos.

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“You had the power from the beginning.”

Benito spoke while looking at Ohen’s back as he knelt on the floor with his head bowed.

The tentacles emerging from his belly could control their strength, size, and color at will.

Benito, who had returned to the temple easily without being detected by anyone, moved even his human form writhing like a shadow.

Incomprehensible muttering leaked from Ohen’s mouth as he fell into extreme terror.

“You asked if there was no curse to force someone to fall in love? Of course there is, but Ryuie can’t really love Mos, can she?”

Benito easily interpreted Ohen’s words and answered alone.

“He said if I just make his legs, Mos can make Ryuie fall in love. That should be enough for Yosua to return to Ryuie.”

Ohen’s body still trembled like an aspen tree.

“I can’t openly interfere with the oath. Rkultu would notice.”

Ohen sobbed.

“You taught me many things when I first became human. Thanks to you, I speak well and imitate humans well.”

“…Please spare my life.”

Ohen’s voice, which had been unclear, suddenly became distinct.

“Please spare my life. O god. Please.”

Benito remained with a smiling face, then suddenly made a sound that no human throat could produce.

“Call my name.”

“…Agatos.”

As soon as Ohen finished speaking, Benito’s tentacles lunged forward and blocked Ohen’s mouth.

“!”

Gulp.

Like air escaping from a balloon, Benito’s form became fluid. Conversely, Ohen desperately twisted his body in resistance. Breathless screams echoed through the room in silent form.

An eternity-like silence flowed.

Soon only one figure remained in that room.

The one who stood up neatly straightened his wrinkled robe.

“Ohen. Now you have become my familiar.”

No answer came. The face of the speaker already bore Ohen’s appearance.

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Even though light rain was falling, people had no intention of taking shelter under roofs.

They were distracted watching Mos’s legs as he returned with Ryuie.

“…”

Walking beside Ryuie, Mos tried not to show off too much.

But it was too difficult not to flaunt his beautiful legs that continuously changed from deep purple like aurora to blue and red, sparkling brilliantly.

The maids who had pitied him, the nobles who had looked down on him, and even the indifferent priests all looked at him with surprised eyes.

“They only change when it rains?”

“He became human.”

“No, you can’t call that thing human.”

“Still, he’s beautiful.”

Suddenly, even those watching felt as if they had become characters in a legend.

Mos’s transformation was shocking.

“A miracle has occurred.”

The priests had also heard the news and were waiting for the two’s return.

Especially at the front was Ohen, who looked more energetic than ever before.

“Yes. That is a miracle.”

Mos was slightly surprised by Ohen’s unexpected words.

‘That blind priest has no particular reason to help me.’

With the most appropriate words, he made Mos’s transformation seem even more magnificent.

“Rkultu does not show miracles to just anyone.”

“What does that mean?”

“Does it mean Mos has been chosen by Rkultu now? Like Agasa?”

The murmuring grew louder.

Agasa, who had been an ordinary villager, was famous for miraculously diverting the river’s course when floods occurred and the river overflowed.

Although Agasa said it was merely a contract with the patron deity, being connected to divine power was clear evidence of sainthood.

Reverence mixed into people’s gazes.

‘Mos is a new saint?’

“That’s nonsense.”

Bendam, who had been watching, raised an objection.

“The Saintess is not someone who performs miracles recklessly. It’s not about power. You must be able to communicate with Lord Rkultu. Besides, calling that a miracle is too…”

“Too what?”

Mos interrupted Bendam’s words.

“If this isn’t a miracle, how else can you explain it?”

Mos turned his head at an angle where Ryuie couldn’t see and glared at Bendam with deadly intent.

It was hostility that would make even Bendam, who was accustomed to all kinds of schemes while working for the ducal house, flinch.

“Until my legs grew back, I wanted to die. This new transformation saved me. It’s a miracle.”

“Moreover, it’s important that the restored part was a leg that had once become monstrous.”

Ryuie shifted her attention from Mos to Ohen.

Though momentary, Mos was displeased.

Even if it was to take his side, he didn’t like that Ohen had stolen Ryuie’s gaze.

“I have long treated humans who transformed into monsters. Not once have they ever recovered.”

Ohen spoke fluently as if he had prepared this beforehand.

“Other cursed ones could not be healed. Only Mos is unique.”

Ryuie couldn’t hide her suspicious expression.

“Why are you suddenly using formal speech when you didn’t before?”

“Having witnessed a miracle, it’s natural as a priest.”

A small sense of discord bothered Ryuie.

However, Ohen’s eyes were still wandering through empty space, discolored white as before.

‘Hmm.’

Ryuie sensed that something about Ohen had changed, but she couldn’t tell what it was beyond that.

“There’s no reason for a miracle to suddenly occur. Especially only for Mos.”

“The Duke’s daughter was excavating the swamp. The sacred relic is inside it. Mos’s change must be because of you, my lady.”

“Because of me?”

“Mos has a special relationship with the Duke’s daughter.”

Suddenly, a gleam flashed in Ryuie’s eyes.

‘Then what about Glem?’

It definitely wasn’t love, but in terms of specialness, Glem was overwhelmingly above Mos.

Could Glem have also partially regained Yosua’s appearance?

Was he no longer blatantly trying to seduce her?

With all her nerves focused on Glem due to Ohen’s words, Ryuie could no longer give attention to Mos.

She only thought of quickly crossing the swamp to check on Glem.

However, Mos, who had been waiting only for Ryuie for so long, instantly noticed the change in Ryuie’s emotions as if he could smell them.

“Miss. I think I might be able to run too.”

“Yeah. Congratulations.”

“Please watch me!”

Mos tried to grab Ryuie’s wrist but flinched after being struck by black lightning.

Ryuie was also slightly surprised.

“Did you just shout?”

“I did.”

Mos approached with a sullen face.

“Please look at me. I’ve changed this much.”

“I am looking.”

“Then who were you just thinking about?”

Ryuie’s lips closed shut.

“…That’s none of your business.”

“That’s a lie.”

Having regained his legs, Mos was fearless.

“You were thinking about the only person I want to care about.”

A violet gleam flashed in Mos’s eyes.

“I love you, Ryuie.”

“!”

“So please don’t go.”

The steadily falling rain sprinkled on Mos like dew, painting a picture of longing.

Like vines of anguished love, the disheveled hair between his brows was as red as the corners of his eyes. His straight, long nose, and even the raindrops falling from his full lips.

It would have been enough to stir a tender and shy heart.

But Ryuie’s heart was as calm as a lake.

‘Even though I received a confession.’

No satisfaction welled up, nor did her pulse race. It was actually worse than before.

Mos’s wistful voice merely skipped across the water’s surface lighter than a pebble. Rather than traces that left no shadow, she only wanted to check on Glem’s condition right away.

There was no way Ryuie would react to a confession more trivial and weak than that emotion that was definitely not love.

“The timing is terrible.”

“…What?”

“Did you really have to confess at a time when I distrust love more than anyone?”

This was so different from the answer Mos had expected that he was momentarily dazed.

Ryuie was annoyed.

It hadn’t even been three days since she became lovers with Glem, held the annulment ceremony, and began preparing for war again.

‘Anyone with sense wouldn’t confess to someone in this situation.’

Ryuie’s already taut nerves finally snapped.

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