Let the Whales Fight, This Shrimp is Leaving! - Chapter 13

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Chapter 13
“Humans rarely commit just a single sin, after all.”
“You make it sound like some sins can be redeemed, while others cannot.”
“……”
Sariel offered no further response.
He merely cast a brief glance toward Glay Holdin, who was currently radiating resentment after being forced into a contract with Beval.
“Do not forget.”
Turning his expressionless gaze back to me, the angel spoke in a level tone.
“The Lord is always watching. He sees everything.”
“Without ever intervening, of course.”
Smiling sweetly,
I offered him a serene grin.
Without another word, Sariel vanished into thin air.
It was a quiet departure, dissolving like dispersing mist.
“……”
I lowered my head to inspect the burn mark that had cleanly vanished from my skin.
‘This turned out to be quite profitable in more ways than one.’
I had been fully prepared to lose a hand, after all.
Over in the corner, Beval was dry-heaving dramatically, while Holdin was loudly airing his grievances.
“The contract you wanted is complete, Idir. As a bonus, feel free to call on me whenever you need. Though I’d highly prefer it if you summoned me to a bedroom where we could be alone.”
“This is completely unfair! I finished the contract, so where did the angel go? Huh? What about our Lord’s Curse? How are you going to fix that!”
Ignoring their racket, I opened the door to find Giselle waiting out in the Corridor.
“My Lady. Are you unhurt?”
I noticed faint, red scratch marks on her pale cheek.
“Are you injured?”
“My apologies. The man resisted much more violently than I anticipated.”
“Still, to leave a mark on your face.”
Tsk.
Clicking my tongue, I turned my head to glare at Holdin.
‘Should I scratch him up the exact same way?’
How dare he leave a wound on my maid’s face—the sheer insolence was infuriating.
Especially considering I had ultimately saved his life when I intended to kill him.
“W-Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I am currently debating whether or not to scratch your face in identical fashion, so hold your tongue, Sir Holdin.”
“Eek……!”
“Giselle. First, move Sir Nemanic, who is unconscious in the room, to the Annex. Report to me when he wakes—”
Actually, a report won’t be necessary.
I approached Deyan Boislav Nemanic, whose crumpled brow was twitching slightly.
“Sir Deyan.”
“Ugh!”
The moment I extended my index finger and pressed firmly on his shoulder, the man’s eyes flew open and he bolted upright.
“Are you awake? It’s broad daylight.”
“Take your hand off me.”
When I offered a casual greeting to the man panting in agony, Deyan roughly snatched my hand away.
His frantic gaze immediately swept the room in search of his subordinate.
“Take him away.”
I jerked my chin toward Giselle.
I had no intention of letting the two of them stay together just yet. They might try to hatch some unnecessary plot.
“No, wait! Just give us a moment to speak! Since we’ve even signed a contract, surely that much is—! Mmph!”
“We shall take our leave now.”
Giselle stuffed a piece of cloth from God-knows-where into Holdin’s mouth and dragged him away by the scruff of his neck without a shred of mercy.
His terror-stricken eyes desperately darted between Giselle’s sword, myself, and Deyan.
“Just keep him alive.”
Right before the door slammed shut, I added a sweet reminder with a bright smile.
Giselle nodded, and though a muffled shriek leaked from the depths of Holdin’s throat, the closing door cut the sound short.
“……If you intend to torture him, don’t waste your energy. He’s a bastard who absolutely loathes pain, so he’ll spill everything on his own.”
“Aren’t you going to ask me anything?”
“If I ask, would you even bother to answer?”
“Depends on the situation.”
When I replied lightly, the creases between Deyan’s brows deepened further.
Fascinated by his eyes, which had not turned crimson, I bent my knees and crouched down in front of him.
Resting my elbows on my knees and propping up my chin, I stared straight at him, causing Deyan to shift his gaze away surreptitiously.
“What is it?”
“Don’t you feel like you want to kill me or something?”
“……No.”
“Even though you’ve been injured like this?”
“…….”
I made a move to poke at his wound once more.
However, Deyan’s reflexes were faster.
He grabbed my hand firmly, practically flinging it aside, and straightened his spine.
Though he grimaced with every movement as if the pain hadn’t vanished, he looked capable of walking on his own two feet.
“Whew.”
Managing to sit upright with great effort, he glared at me with his dark eyes.
“As long as I am not bleeding, I am generally fine.”
“Ah.”
“I have answered one of your questions, so now you must answer mine, My Lady. Are you satisfied now?”
Hearing the blatant hostility in his question, a laugh slipped out of me first.
It wasn’t the leisurely, calculated smile I usually wore, but rather a genuine chuckle prompted by how ridiculous his defensiveness was.
“No. Not yet. I haven’t accomplished a single thing so far.”
“Did you not just summon a Demon? It seems you’ve even bound him to a contract just as you desired.”
“Bound? Who on earth do you think could ever bind me?”
“You heard him, right?”
Beval strode up behind me and casually kicked Deyan’s calf with the toe of his shoe.
“Hey. Human. List the True Name of the demon bastard you made a contract with.”
“I don’t know it.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit.”
“I truly don’t know.”
“Spill what he looks like, where he is, and what he’s up to. There are plenty of ways to torture a human without spilling a single drop of blood.”
“Do whatever you want.”
Deyan retorted indifferently and went so far as to close his eyes entirely.
Since I knew a tiny fraction of his background, his words didn’t particularly sound like a lie.
‘First, I should probably think about what to do from here on out.’
I needed time to ponder how to best utilize this new pawn in my hand.
“Does Sir Holdin know nothing about the Demon you contracted with either?”
“If he knew anything, he would have resolved my issue a long time ago.”
Slowly opening his eyes, Deyan looked back and forth between Beval and me.
“If anything, that Demon over there might know more about it.”
“I understand for now. You should probably get some rest first. We can discuss the necessary details later.”
“What? That’s it? Shouldn’t we be interrogating him, poking around his wounds, or hanging him upside down?”
“People don’t usually interrogate their allies.”
“I never agreed to be allies with him, though?”
“Well, he made an alliance with me. Sir Deyan, can you stand? Shall I support you?”
In a voice laced with mock concern, I lightly brushed the cold sweat from Deyan’s forehead.
As he forced his hazy, exhausted eyes open and attempted to stumble to his feet, I quickly caught his arm.
“Lean on me.”
I had offered my help readily enough, but my body lurched under Deyan’s sheer weight.
‘He’s obscurly heavy.’
I had no idea how a single human arm could weigh this much.
While grumbling internally, I maintained my facade and feigned a dedicated effort to support him.
“That’s enough.”
Perhaps picking up on my insincerity, Deyan rejected the assistance and stubbornly stood on his own two feet.
‘Well, I suppose his shoulder was pierced, not his legs.’
Fine then, walk on your own.
Sweat poured down the man’s face as he stubbornly insisted on walking by himself, so I quickened my pace while keeping a watchful eye on him.
“I’ll guide you to your room.”
Since my noble self is personally leading the way, it’s up to you to keep up.
Leaving the staggering Deyan behind, Beval leisurely glided over to stick close to my side.
“Idir. Are you really not going to interrogate him? I’m exceptionally good at that sort of thing.”
“You just said it yourself, Beval. You asked if I am ‘not’ doing it.”
“Ah. So you’re going to do it tomorrow?”
“…….”
Instead of answering, I merely offered a bright, beaming smile.
At that, Beval apparently arrived at some wild conclusion of his own, because his cheeks flushed bright red and his broad shoulders began to writhe in embarrassment.
“Oh my. It makes me blush when you look at me like that. You adorable little human.”
‘Ugh.’
What is wrong with him?
I picked up my pace to widen the gap between myself and Beval.
Yet the demon effortlessly matched my speed using his long legs, and eventually, I was the only one reduced to a frantic, shuffling jog.
“Oh? Idir. That human is gone.”
“Hmm? Oh dear.”
Just as Beval said, Deyan had fallen so far behind that he wasn’t even visible anymore.
I quickly retraced my steps down the path we had come.
Turning the right corner of the Corridor, I spotted Deyan half-collapsed, leaning heavily against the wall.
‘And here I thought he looked sturdy.’
How pathetic.
The injury was to his shoulder, not his legs, so why was he stumbling around like that?
‘Come to think of it…… did he say he hadn’t eaten?’
Is he acting like this because he’s starving?
“Sir Deyan.”
“Fucking typical. Humans are always so fragile.”
Tsk! Having followed me like a shadow, Beval clicked his tongue loudly.
Looking up at him, I flashed another sweet smile.
“Then would the sturdy Lord Beval mind lending a hand?”
“What? No way. I refuse to touch a filthy, grimy brute of a man.”
“Ah. Are you perhaps lacking when it comes to physical strength?”
“I could lift a bastard like him with a single finger!”
Bellowing in exasperation, Beval strode forward and casually snagged Deyan by the scruff of his neck with one index finger.
“Wow.”
Smiling, I clapped my hands lightly in admiration.
And so, dangling like a piece of wet laundry, Deyan was carried off to his room.

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