Let the Whales Fight, This Shrimp is Leaving! - Chapter 5

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Chapter 5
Deyan’s eyes trembled slightly.
“Perhaps the culprit is someone from Adorif.”
Parting his frozen lips, he seemed to search for words, but ultimately he hung his head low.
Looking down at the crown of the tall man’s head from above brought a peculiar sensation.
Standing like this, it felt as though I had become a conqueror, forcing this man to his knees before me.
‘That will happen soon enough anyway.’
A smirk slipped past my lips.
“For the record, I’m telling you this because I have no intention of sending you back anyway.”
“What do you plan to do with me?”
“Anyone listening would think I’m some villain trampling over your pure heart.”
The line felt so absurd coming from an Immortal that a giggle escaped me.
“Still, out of respect for your status, I won’t lock you in a prison.”
Deyan Boislav Nemanic would be treated as missing after a failed mission.
The evidence suggesting his death was the massive amount of blood spilled in the forest. Everyone would tacitly accept his demise and stop searching for him.
If a corpse was necessary, it could easily be faked.
“After all, you are a sacrifice for my Grand Cause.”
The Immortal had died the very moment he recklessly stepped onto the soil of the Plene Grand Duchy.
“So, you might as well give up early.”
“My Lady, you don’t know the true horror of a Demon at all.”
Having remained quiet the entire time, he spoke in a low murmur.
He slowly spat out the words, his hairless, nail-less hands clenched into tight fists.
“And you do, Sir Knight?”
“I am cursed by a Demon.”
Resting my hand atop his tightly clenched fist, I asked with a bright smile.
“So, that means you know how to summon a Demon, doesn’t it?”
“…….”
“I won’t press you for it. I doubt you’d tell me right now anyway.”
Prising Deyan’s fist open, I placed the Glass Bottle onto his palm.
“You will regret this.”
“If you happen to change your mind, use this. Now, get some rest.”
Ignoring Deyan’s warning, I turned on my heel.
They say haste makes waste, don’t they? Now was the time to take a breath.
If only to secure Deyan Boislav Nemanic more completely.
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Deyan sat quietly on the edge of the bed, turning his thoughts over regarding Idir.
‘She is no ordinary woman.’
With a smile painted thick across her face, her eyes had gleamed with a chilling light.
Watching her serene composure and extraordinary deductive reasoning, as if she were peering straight into another person’s mind, sent an involuntary shiver down his spine.
‘If I had let my guard down, I would have been dead long ago.’
Rubbing the back of his neck, Deyan swallowed a sigh.
The blackmail she had left behind, disguised as an offer, echoed continuously in his head.
Though she had given up and left for today, this was still the heart of enemy territory. If Idir so desired, she could harm Deyan at any moment, in any numbers of ways.
Regardless of whatever storm might follow afterward.
‘She’s probably already devising countermeasures for when I lose control.’
Suddenly, Deyan realized he had grown far too accustomed to being treated like a dangerous beast.
‘Well, it’s not wrong.’
Letting out a self-deprecating laugh, he stood up.
Whatever the current situation, his immediate priority was returning to his fiefdom.
‘Her threat to report me to the Temple was likely pure bluff.’
If the fact that Idir was trying to summon a Demon came to light, she would be ruined as well.
Then, how much of what Idir said could actually be believed?
Deyan replayed their conversation in his mind.
“I will pray for the power to exact my revenge.”
Those words could be trusted. No, he had no choice but to believe them.
Because the frosty rage shimmering beneath those calm, unyielding green eyes had poured out absolute sincerity.
‘Perhaps there really is a connection.’
He needed to look into the Grand Duchess Murder Case.
Deyan quietly watched the guards patrolling outside. They moved in pairs, circling the building at a steady, rhythmic pace.
When he nudged the window, it slid open wide without resistance.
Catching a brief window when the guards were out of sight, he leaned his upper body outside.
‘This will do.’
Once darkness fell completely, the structure looked manageable enough to scale the wall and scramble onto the roof.
Having mapped out his surroundings, Deyan waited for nightfall to attempt his escape.
Wedging his fingers firmly into the narrow gaps between the building’s exterior stones, he began to scale the wall with swift agility.
Thud. It took less than ten minutes for his hands to crest the edge of the roof.
It was a movement so stealthy that no one should have detected him.
Except for one person.
“Just as Her Ladyship predicted.”
As if she had known Deyan would come, the female knight stood in a regal posture, leveling the tip of her blade right at the bridge of his nose.
Deyan let out a hollow laugh.
“Ha. Slipped right into a shallow trap.”
“Cease your resistance, Sir Deyan Boislav Nemanic.”
Giselle spoke icily.
“We hold your vice-captain hostage.”
“…….”
No wonder his escape had gone so smoothly.
‘I overlooked what a walking disaster that mouth of his is.’
The man had undoubtedly run his mouth and exposed their location.
“If you refuse to believe me, you are welcome to continue your escape.”
“…….”
“Though in exchange, Sir Glay Holdin’s fingers will be delivered straight to your estate.”
“Torturing him for information would have been faster than torturing me, so why didn’t you do it?”
“Those were Her Ladyship’s instructions.”
“……?”
“Her Ladyship despises wasting time on unnecessary things.”
‘Meaning she intends to focus entirely on breaking me.’
Muttering a curse under his breath, Deyan slowly raised both hands beside his head.
Just as Giselle’s blade began to slacken at the gesture of surrender, he slammed his palms against both flat sides of the sword.
With a sharp crack that cleaved the air, the silver blade snapped, spinning through the void.
He expected her to panic, but Giselle didn’t even blink. Lowering her stance, she drew another sword from her waist and swung it in a fluid arc.
“Ugh!”
Giselle’s calm and rapid response nearly caught Deyan off guard.
The blade grazed him by a hair, leaving a small scratch.
The wound healed the instant beads of blood formed, but his inside boiled instantly.
Giselle did not miss his opening. Rotating her upper body in a supple motion, she drove her blade directly toward Deyan’s vital point.
‘Those aren’t movements meant to subdue me……!’
It seemed Idir had granted her permission to kill him.
“Didn’t you need my blood?”
“We don’t particularly need your life, however.”
“If you kill me…….”
“Countermeasures have already been established.”
“……!”
What on earth was Idir thinking? One moment she acted as though she would lock him away forever, and the next she was trying to kill him.
By this point, even Holdin’s survival felt uncertain.
“Where is my vice-captain?”
“…….”
Giselle offered no answer.
She merely unleashed a fierce volley of strikes toward Deyan.
Deyan hurriedly ducked his head low.
Scrape! His feet slipped, and the roofing materials wailed beneath him like a battered, ancient instrument.
“Giselle! Status report?”
It was then. From beneath the building, Idir’s sing-song voice drifted upward.
“Exactly as you predicted, My Lady.”
“Mmph!”
Another familiar voice muffled past the din.
Deyan hastily peered over the edge of the roof. Sure enough, Idir was holding Holdin by a fistful of his hair.
As their eyes met, she offered a beaming smile and waved her hand lightly.
“Good evening, Sir Nemanic.”
“……My Lady.”
Deyan groaned under his breath.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Giselle easily secured his back, pressing her blade flush against the nape of Deyan’s neck.
It was an agonizingly close distance; the slightest twitch would slice his skin.
“Did I mention that I have a hostage?”
Idir asked innocently.
Her expression and voice were so pure that an outsider might think she was inviting a friend out to play.
“I was thinking of making some valuable use of this hostage now. What do you think?”
“Mmmmph! Mmph!”
“Sigh.”
Gagged and helpless, Holdin thrashed wildly. Idir merely tightened her grip on his hair.
Holdin looked up at him, his eyes wide with stark terror.
‘This isn’t a empty threat.’
To Idir, Holdin possessed the value of a hostage, nothing more and nothing less.
“……I am coming down.”
Ultimately, Deyan surrendered to her. And so, he found himself locked away in the prison, side by side with Holdin.

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