“I take orders.”
Varkan's loyal subordinate obediently nodded. Although he felt a bit uncomfortable having to kill such a harmless-looking woman, he had no other choice. Your master is not someone so soft-hearted as to let a witness survive.
"Find out her house. Then send flowers to the girl."
“Yes, sent flowers as ordered… Wait?”
Did you hear correctly? Not assassination, but sending flowers? The subordinate who was bowing to answer raised his head in surprise.
"That's right. It must be so big and splendid that everyone will be amazed."
Unfortunately, Varkan was being completely serious. He smiled sarcastically, looked down at his subordinate's confused face and emphasized again:
“Just do what I do wrong.”
Having said this, his subordinates will not dare to be negligent. Varkan thought it was the obvious thing he had to do. Isn't this girl about to have her life ruined because of him?
“…I obey.”
Looking at the disappearing figure of his subordinate, Varkan took out a cigar and put it in his mouth. He doesn't need a lighter. Just by placing the tip of his long index finger, a fire burned in an amazing way.
“Phew.”
Inhaling the smoke deeply into his lungs, he felt his senses dull slightly and his mind become drowsy. Thanks to that, the pain of "Masaka" - the poison that gnaws at flesh and bones - seems to ease a bit.
The cigarettes he smoked were almost poison to normal people, but to him, it was just a mild pain reliever. But in the end, a ray of light appeared in his life immersed in drugs and alcohol.
I didn't expect to find the Receiver in a place like this.
He sighed, the image of the woman was as blurry as cigar smoke. No wonder he didn't want to kill her from the beginning. He almost did something stupid.
Receiver, the giver of life. The only existence that could ease the pain from the immense power that Masaka possessed. So… she is the treasure that every Masaka desires to possess.
Receiver is not something that can be easily obtained by desire alone. He never thought he would find this treasure in such a dilapidated place.
Probably because she hid herself so well in this corner that no one found her.
What a blessing. Varkan licked his lips slowly, remembering the poor beauty who had innocently forced herself into the beast's den.
He still has something he hasn't gotten from her. Remembering the sweet, enchanting scent emanating from her white skin, he felt extremely craving it. His taste has always been to kidnap and rape the princess, not rescue her.
After returning home, Irel felt unwell for a while. Maybe it was the after effects of motion sickness, or perhaps a cold from wandering around outside for so long.
But the real cause is different. It was the red-haired man she had seen in her dream.
He, when met in real life, is even more dangerous and unpredictable. That encounter caused a great shock to Irel.
Ha Mash. That's his last name.
Then he is definitely a Masaka. In the world of the game 'Salvation', only Masaka can bear the surname 'Ha Mash', which means 'Children of God'.
Humans worship the Masaka, the only creatures who can defeat the flesh-eating monster Keytan. They are special people who receive supernatural power from Lord Hashva. The name ‘Ha Mash’ that comes with them also means ‘Children of God’.
But the stronger the light, the deeper the darkness. Masaka owns
Death Qi
(死氣) can kill Keytan - someone who is ambitious to live, but they are also human so they have to endure the pain of their power. In particular, the stronger Masaka is, the more extreme pain he must endure, causing both physical and mental destruction.
Therefore, conquering and freeing the corrupted Masaka from pain is the basic sympathy system of the game 'Salvation'.
But I… can't do that.
Irel sighed deeply. The body she was in was just 'Irel Elorance', an unfamiliar supporting character. So, she doesn't have any 'special' ability to save the crazy Masaka.
Varkan. Sounds so familiar.
The moment he looked straight at the man and confirmed his name, the memory finally returned. Varkan Ha Marsh. Among the countless conquerable characters of 'Salvation', he is the villain, almost
final boss
.
He destroyed an entire kingdom, right?
Not only that, he was a cold-blooded monster who burned alive all the royal family and loyal servants in the palace. Irel felt a heavy heart as he recalled Varkan's utterly cruel character profile.
To be honest, he's not her type. An evil villain, filled with malice in his bones, without conscience or remorse.
Her favorite characters are people with good qualities and gentleness, but have one or two heartbreaking stories. Because she has such taste, she completely does not touch the plot related to Varkan. Because the world of ‘Salvation’ is so vast, there are countless other characters to conquer besides Varkan.
I should have read through the plot a bit.
It's too late to regret now. She entered the world of ‘Salvation’, and unfortunately encountered Varkan Ha Marsh among the many characters.
How good it would be if he forgot her. The strong body pressed against her, the feeling of the hot and strong hand strangling her was still clearly visible.
Irel bit her lip, covered her ears and curled up in the blanket. Wouldn't it be better if her body were healthy? The constantly rising insecurity made her already poor health condition even worse. She felt cold and shivered.
“…Relle, Irel!!”
Right at that moment. The door opened, and someone rushed in.
“What's the matter, brother?”
Irel was startled and poked her head out of the blanket, but seeing that it was Michael, she felt reassured. However, unlike Irel's happy expression, Michael's expression was not happy at all.
"Why didn't you answer when you were in the room? Do you know how many times I called?"
From his brother's tense expression, Irel sensed something was wrong.
"I didn't hear you. Is something wrong?"
“Yes, there are many.”
Michael frowned and replied immediately. Then he lifted his chin, signaling Irel to follow.
"Come out here for a moment. I think you should see for yourself."
Irel was bewildered, but still followed his brother down to the lobby. But before he could go down the stairs, the atmosphere in the mansion became strange.
The employees of the Elorance family gathered together, whispering loudly with surprised expressions on their faces, or confused tones. But when they saw Michael and Irel, they dispersed as scheduled.
“Look at that.”
Arriving at the lobby, Michael pointed to the front garden through the open door. Irel didn't understand at first, but soon her eyes widened in surprise.
“What… is that?”
Blocking the main gate of the mansion are giant floats. Not just one but at least more than ten floats were blocking the entrance.
Lily?
That's right. The flowers filled in the open cars were pure white lilies. This was already a flower with a strong scent, but now it was piled up in a big pile, the scent was so toxic that it made her suffocate.
“Do you see, Irel?”
At this time, Michael shook the shoulder of the girl who was standing blankly and pointed somewhere.
“There are letters on the car…”
He's right. Looking closely, among the piles of white lilies, blood-red roses are tightly planted, forming each letter.
“V-A-R-K-A-N, H-A, M-A-S-H…”
Michael read out the letters engraved on the float on her behalf with a trembling voice. Immediately, a pink-haired man standing next to the float approached and greeted.
"This is a special gift from my Master to the young lady of the Elorance family. Please accept it."
In contrast to his bright pink hair like cherry blossoms, the man's face was expressionless. Dressed in a jet black suit, he looked like someone attending a funeral. Even more mournful was the row of white lilies stretching behind him.
Irel unconsciously looked at him, and the two met their eyes. Thanks to that, she was able to read simple information from the man's seemingly calm light green eyes:
[Chellos Azelica: Favorability 41]
Surprisingly, Chellos, Varkan's subordinate, had quite a high level of sympathy for her. Of course, this sympathy has its own reasons.
How pitiful.
Chellos has worked under Varkan for quite a long time. Therefore, he knew well how things that attracted his master's attention would end.
Crushed, or destroyed.
He was curious to know what kind of Irel Elorance was in front of him, and secretly pitied her. Of course, he did not reveal it because of his high professional awareness.
"Are these a gift for my sister? These flowers are only used for funerals?"
At this moment, Michael gritted his teeth and queried from the side. His face after the shock became fierce because of his duty to protect his sister.
"Who would engrave their name on a gift given to someone else?! Not the recipient's name!"
"If the gift doesn't satisfy, I'm sorry. I'll try harder next time."
Chellos replied without even frowning. That insensitive reaction made Michael even angrier.
"Sending such an attention-grabbing gift, and causing a ruckus in front of the mansion gate. Do you think we don't know his nefarious intentions?"
Hearing those words, Irel belatedly realized. All of this was a carefully arranged trap from the beginning.
Sending a series of floats to attract attention, and engraving his name on them instead of Irel's, was clearly Varkan's intention.
This is a declaration of war. A public death sentence. He intended to inform everyone about the prey he had targeted. So that no one dares to attempt to take it away.