Let the Whales Fight, This Shrimp is Leaving! - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3
It is finally time to bid farewell to the sorrow of having to constantly walk on eggshells, never knowing when we might be trampled by powerful nations.
“Hehehe.”
I pressed my lips to the head of the Angel Statue, which I hadn’t let out of my sight since purchasing it.
“As expected, the protection of an angel has been bestowed upon me.”
I’m so glad I bought it.
Stepping lightly, I walked over and opened a drawer.
A neatly arranged row of small Glass Bottles clinked and rattled together. I grabbed one of them, along with a Dagger whose handle was well-worn from use.
I didn’t forget to check that its blade was sharp and gleaming blue.
“Now then, shall we go hunt for the ingredients?”
* * *
“Hehehe.”
I looked down at the soundly sleeping Deyan and chuckled.
Strictly speaking, this bastard is also an enemy I must get rid of someday.
A knight of a country that might have murdered my mother, a massive bulwark, and at the same time, a sword that would stand at the very forefront if war broke out.
To point out a minor infraction, he was also an illegal immigrant.
‘Therefore, there is no need to hesitate.’
Die, Deyan Boislav Nemanic!
I drew the Dagger and thrust it toward the sleeping man.
At that exact moment, his eyes snapped open, and he swiftly threw his body to the side.
Crash!
The bed rattled violently with a loud noise. He had flipped the bed over to use it as a shield.
“Tsk.”
‘He’s strong as hell.’
He looks like a bear, and his strength is just like a bear’s too.
“There has been a misunderstanding, Lady Hubert.”
Deyan’s voice echoed from beyond the bed standing upright like a wall.
“Oh my. Are you awake, Lord Nemanic?”
I replied in a sweet voice, just as I always did. That way, the opponent would lower his guard.
“Could you please undo these restraints first?”
“No. I cannot.”
I rejected his request flatly.
“Then I shall ask.”
Deyan did not lose his composure.
“Why are you trying to stab me with a blade?”
“Is there any reason I must answer that?”
The bed was hiding my expression, but I smiled anyway.
‘You should have just behaved and let my blade pierce you.’
I slowly approached the sacrifice for the demon summoning.
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From the sluggishness of his movements, Deyan finally realized that he was bound. Thick ropes were securely tied around his shoulders, torso, and neatly gathered wrists.
Lifting his head, he saw Idir’s reflection in the glass window.
A delicate frame and a fluttering dress. A woman who smiled with a blade in hand, her long hair braided up and adorned with various ornaments.
……To be honest, it was terrifying.
To visit a knocked-out person dressed up so beautifully just to try and stab them.
Even after being caught, she still beamed brightly, never taking off her gentle mask.
Deyan unconsciously swallowed his dry saliva.
He couldn’t bring himself to think she was the same person as the fragile woman he had escorted at the banquet.
No, if she had been this kind of person from the start…….
‘Just who on earth did I escort?’
An escort wouldn’t have been necessary at all.
“Lady Hubert.”
Deyan tried to break the ice and start a conversation with Idir first.
He had heard that Lady Idir Hubert was mild-mannered and never lost her composure under any circumstances.
Naturally, Deyan had believed those rumors too.
‘Until now, that is.’
While being mild-mannered seemed like a false rumor, the part about never losing her composure appeared to be true.
Because there couldn’t be many young ladies who could remain that calm while swinging a blade at someone.
“I apologize for crossing the border without permission. However, it was inevitable in the process of carrying out orders and executing a mission…….”
“Lord Nemanic. Right now, none of that matters to me.”
“…….”
“Because I just need your blood.”
“……Blood?”
Deyan felt his heart pounding rapidly.
‘Why my blood? Did she notice something by any chance?’
Idir’s silhouette reflected in the window grew larger and larger.
Lightly, lightly. She walked so gracefully that it barely made a sound despite her footsteps.
‘A peaceful conversation is out of the question.’
He suddenly realized that the pain in his abdomen was gone.
The injury had already healed. The urge to insanely destroy and kill something did not arise either.
Deyan was certain that he was not in a state where he would run amok.
‘First, I need to undo the restraints and…….’
Now that he was certain, there was no reason to hesitate. No, if he hesitated, he would be in deep trouble.
“So, just be good and get stabbed!”
Idir finally lunged forward.
Deyan, who was still bound, managed to twist his upper body just enough to grab both of her wrists.
“Lady Hubert, please, let us just talk for a moment……!”
“Urgh!”
At that, Idir bit down hard on his forearm.
“Do not wound my body!”
Deyan shouted in startle, but Idir didn’t even pretend to listen.
While struggling desperately to break free from his grip by any means, she glared at Deyan tenaciously with eyes brimming with a deep forest green.
Her momentum was fierce.
‘If I have another seizure, there’s no telling what I might do to the young lady.’
Deyan was cursed.
If a wound appeared on his body, it healed quickly. Even if his heart was pierced, his flesh carved out, or his bones crushed, he would recover in less than a day.
In exchange, he lost his sanity whenever his wounds healed, and all sorts of cruel impulses would take over his body at will during those times.
When that happened, Deyan would always run wild like a beast, slaughtering every single living creature in sight.
Among them, his subordinates and comrades were mixed in. It was a natural consequence since he couldn’t distinguish friend from foe.
After being drenched in blood and mud from a rampage, a terrible burning pain would strike him without fail.
Getting hurt, killing, writhing in agony…….
He had traversed the battlefield like a revived corpse amidst the recurring pain.
His family was raised for that purpose and existed for that purpose. Neither reason nor intellect was required.
At least, until recently.
“I am sorry, Lady Hubert……!”
Deyan twisted Idir’s wrists to redirect the blade. The blade caught on the thick rope binding his body.
Even though he moved his wrists by exerting brute force, not a single muscle on Idir’s face twitched.
She simply glared at Deyan to death, treating him like a sworn enemy.
“I am truly sorry. Can we not untie this first and talk for ten minutes…… no, even just five minutes?”
“Don’t talk nonsense!”
Realizing that the restraints were loosening, Idir relaxed her grip on the blade. Then, she slammed her forehead straight into Deyan’s face.
Following that, she stomped her sharp heel down hard into Deyan’s abdomen—specifically, right where his injury had been.
“Urgh……!”
Where on earth, and from whom, did she learn such a fantastic attack?
For a moment, his vision blurred and his blood boiled instantly.
“Get back!”
Crack.
Deyan pushed Idir back, practically tearing the ropes off his body.
“Damn it! Didn’t I tell you not to wound my body!”
Idir was thrown backward mercilessly by his strength.
‘The blood again……!’
Deyan, who had widened the distance from Idir, hurriedly wiped beneath his nose.
His body was burning hot, as if molten iron had been poured into his stomach.
‘I can endure this much.’
There were times when his intestines were severed, and times when his fingers were cut off. A mere nosebleed like this didn’t even count as an injury.
“I just need to keep my sanity.”
If he lost his mind and accidentally harmed Idir, there was a high risk it would escalate into a diplomatic issue between nations.
If that happened, the mission would fail disastrously.
The heat in his body grew increasingly intense. It felt as though he had been thrown into a pit of fire alive.
“I can endure it. This much is…….”
It was a painfully familiar agony.
Deyan curled his body tightly into a ball.
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After rolling like a ball and hitting my back against the wall, my mind was a total blur.
“Ugh……!”
‘The sword……!’
In the midst of this, I was worried that the sword I had let go of might fall into Deyan’s hands.
I hastily picked myself up and checked his movements.
Deyan was breathing heavily, his back rising and falling drastically as he remained curled up.
I could see drops of blood dripping through the fingers covering his face.
Those few drops are more than enough.
If I only have that blood……!
“This much is fine. I can hold out, I can hold out…….”
The opponent was still huddled tight, muttering something incomprehensible at a rapid pace.
He looked exactly like someone possessed by something.
‘He’s wide open.’
It was regrettable that no weapon was gripped in my hand right now.
It felt like I could stab the enemy’s back this instant, wound him, and achieve my goal, yet I lacked a weapon to pierce him at this decisive moment.
‘Is there no way I can at least collect that nosebleed?’
It was the moment I shifted my movements and quietly adjusted my grip on the Glass Bottle beneath my dress.
Deyan, who had his face buried in his hands, shifted his gaze to meet mine.
“……!”
I gasped for air.
‘His eyes…….’
Deyan’s eyes were glowing a vivid, stark red.

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