Let the Whales Fight, This Shrimp is Leaving! - Chapter 73

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Episode 73
Glay Holdin forced strength into his trembling legs and walked forward.
Like a man who had wandered the desert only to find an oasis, he approached desperately and fell prostrate at the angel’s feet.
[□□□□□.]
With a sharp crack, a gust of wind erupted.
At the same moment, Sariel’s Spear pierced through Beval’s chest.
[Ugh, hack……!]
[The contract that bound you is no more. You are free now, human. Strive to repent for the sins you have committed.]
“What becomes of Your Excellency’s curse? Pardon?”
[Peace. That too shall be resolved. I have already conveyed a thread of resolution to my messenger.]
So, faithful one,
look again to what you must serve.
The angel’s whisper receded into the distance.
Glay Holdin resisted the dimming of his vision, struggling to grasp at the angel’s robe.
“You… scheming… dove…….”
But a mere mortal could never overcome divine power.
Glay Holdin’s body tipped sideways.
The pupils of the demon, bereft of his last hope, stretched vertically.
Beval thrashed uselessly.
Sariel regarded him dispassionately.
After all, this was a demon of incomplete power, now caught within his grasp.
[Tsk. The aim was slightly off.]
Sariel withdrew the spear from Beval’s chest.
What seemed like chunks of flesh fell away, only to become black ash and vanish without a trace.
Dark, viscous blood pooled fresh upon the ground.
[Gurglek.]
Blood bubbled in Beval’s throat.
[I have tasks that demand my attention, so I can spare no more time with you. You have pursued pleasure enough, have you not?]
Sariel’s spear took aim at Beval’s heart with precision.
This time, there would be no miss—one could feel the intent.
It was the end.
The moment he thought so, Beval’s body began to change.
[What is this!]
Sariel stirred.
Confusion flickered across his typically impassive, mineral gaze.
Conversely, in the eyes of Beval, who sensed his body becoming translucent and felt the heat at the nape of his neck, pleasure blazed.
He knew what this meant.
Idir Hubert had called his name and sought him out.
The Summoning Circle, half-inscribed on a whim, was proving decisive in this critical moment.
Deyan Boislav Nemanic quickly pulled his hands free from the loosened chains and tore away the seal from his mouth.
Then, toward the angel’s face twisted with dismay, he extended his middle finger.
[Didn’t your father teach you not to kill? You ■■ ■■.]
Whoosh.
Beval’s fading form dissolved like smoke and vanished entirely.
In the room swept by confusion, Sariel’s face contorted with rage.
[Filthy things.]
To dare flee.
When the chance to recapture him comes, I shall pierce his heart in one motion and scatter him to nothing.
Sariel ground his teeth, erased his traces, and opened the sealed door so that someone might find Glay Holdin.
[You still have a role to play.]
The angel’s solemn voice was branded into the unconscious Glay Holdin’s mind like a spell.
[I shall grant you the power to sever the Demonic Contract inscribed upon Deyan Boislav Nemanic’s body. When his contract is broken, the demon’s might shall be greatly diminished, bereft of his mightiest heart.]
“Nngh…….”
[Take even the one heart that remains.]
Should the demon lose his place to dwell, he shall surely seek where I await.
The last wisp of lingering demonic smoke overheard Sariel’s whispered words in secret.
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I clenched my trembling hands tightly together to hide them.
When I turned to look at Deyan, his face too bore the marks of considerable shock.
“How could such a thing be possible?”
[I nearly dropped dead from the shock myself, honestly.]
“Then that means I now possess the angel’s power as well?”
[Yeah, you ■■. And every time I think about it, it still makes my blood boil—those feathered hypocrites, shedding their sanctimony and preening at their own nobility, and then doing this sort of thing behind closed doors……!]
Beval, unable to contain his nature, ranted and raved.
Yet the fact that he didn’t thrash about suggested he lacked the strength to do so.
But what mattered now was not Beval’s outburst.
‘What am I supposed to do?’
Everything had gone wrong.
From Deyan’s curse to Glay Holdin’s whereabouts—all of it.
Since the fundamental premise was twisted, it made sense that everything else fell out of alignment.
But this was truly beyond the scope of what I’d anticipated.
‘An angel betraying the Celestial Realm and meddling in human affairs?’
And their purpose being to grant complete freedom, no less.
All while claiming they’ll bring perfect chaos in exchange?
“This is absolute nonsense! Even a madman would laugh and move on!”
[Wow.]
“Um, Your Highness…….”
Unable to restrain myself, I exploded, and Beval exclaimed in wonder while Deyan looked flustered.
“What! You’ve never seen a woman curse before? And you act like you don’t already know I have a rotten personality?”
I glared at the innocent Deyan and snapped at him with a barrage of words.
Deyan hunched his broad shoulders apologetically.
“It’s not that—I was merely startled…….”
“Startled by what? You must’ve spent all your time on the battlefield spouting endless oaths and bawdy talk with knights and mercenaries!”
“I’ve done no such thing!”
“How would you know!”
Denying it with shock and alarm, I crossed my arms and huffed.
‘So what if we break the Demonic Contract?’
It was the angel’s power that made him an Immortal on the battlefield.
If two conflicting powers were simply clashing and causing him pain, then eliminating one would be enough.
If I removed the Healing Power, only the Murderous Impulse would remain—and naturally, that wouldn’t do.
Conversely, if I removed the Murderous Impulse, only the Healing Power would remain, and Deyan would become, quite literally, the strongest knight on the continent.
‘Why did he have to be born in that country of all places!’
If he had to be born anyway, why couldn’t it have been as a Plene citizen!
To finally rescue this powerful knight only to hand him over wholesale to our enemy nation.
It was unbearably unfair and infuriating.
But I couldn’t simply pretend ignorance either, as the danger pursuing us remained considerable, and I’d already thoroughly provoked Joaquin—there was no way to take it back.
Caught between impossible choices, no clear answer presented itself.
In desperation, I seized Deyan by the collar and drove him into a corner, beginning to threaten him.
“The moment your contract with the demon breaks, you’ll just dash straight to the Empire to prepare for war, won’t you?”
“No, I won’t!”
“That’s rich! Who would believe that!”
“I have told you repeatedly—I do not wage war out of desire.”
“You’re going to betray me anyway!”
“I will not.”
“You’re lying!”
“What else would you have me do?”
Deyan answered with a whimper, burying his face in his hands.
“Damn it, this is infuriating!”
I vented my frustration fully and released him from my grip.
‘What do I do now?’
Should I try to recapture Glay Holdin at this point?
“No! The situation’s gotten this bad—where is word from my knights! Why haven’t they reported anything……!”
“Your Highness!”
Before I could finish speaking, Giselle found me in urgent haste.
She came upon me so frantically that she even skipped knocking, only then regaining her composure.
“I apologize for the abruptness. An urgent letter has arrived from the guard we sent to the Empire.”
Of course it has.
I drew a deep breath to calm my irritation and accepted the letter Giselle offered, asking further.
“What does it say?”
“They say they are returning to Plene, bringing Glay Holdin with them.”
“What?”
It was truly unexpected news.
Startled, my gaze automatically shifted to Deyan.
He appeared equally taken aback.
Sensing his desire to read the letter himself, I quickly scanned the contents and handed it to him.
“Here.”
“Am I permitted to read it?”
“Why ask that after looking at it with such eager eyes? You can read it—now hurry up and read so we can assess the situation.”
At my sharp words, Deyan finally accepted the letter.
His eyes moved swiftly through the brief contents.
‘Should I call this fortunate?’
In conclusion, Glay Holdin showed no sign of fleeing or of plotting immediate betrayal.
The reason he hadn’t reported to the Imperial Palace as originally planned was likely his concern that the emperor’s mind might be entirely dominated by the angel.
‘He uses his head well.’
Had I been in Glay Holdin’s position, I would have acted identically.
If the entity desiring chaos was orchestrating all these events, it was better to avoid contact.
The problem lay in discovering where Sariel had gone.

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