In the distance, she saw dark sea-colored hair, billowing like waves. A young man leaned his back against a wall covered with vines, with cold eyes, moving his fingers back and forth.
Of course, with a biting comment.
"These trash bugs. Die."
“Ahhhh!!”
“Cough!!”
Through the silk threads connected to his fingertips, a new puppet once again performed the dance of merciless slaughter. With that gloomy and creepy scene like a madman, Irel quickly recognized this young man.
‘Pessus?’
The first meeting with him was a disaster, but he was an ally after all. Don't they say the old is better than the new?
At the very least, living like a walking bag of blood being dragged around by Regis was better than staying close to Varkan and living like a nutritious meal. To do that, she must enter Pessus's sight and beg for help.
But that is impossible with a body that cannot move.
‘Please, look this way!’
Just when Irel was screaming fervently in her heart. At that moment, as if sensing something, Pessus turned his head.
“…Hmm?”
Unfortunately, right before he could spot Irel, Regis pulled her back and hid behind the door. Thanks to that, Pessus' dark and desolate eyes scanned the empty space.
However, the eyes can be deceived, but the other senses cannot. Pessus frowned, still staring in that direction and mumbled softly.
“It clearly smelled of blood.”
And there was also a disgusting stench, mixed with the rotting blood flowing in the body of the dead.
This smell is especially common in Kitan. But Kitan couldn't appear in a place like this. It is a monster that only knows survival instincts and appetite, has no intelligence, so it does not dare to appear where Masaka is.
“Chắc là nhầm lẫn.”
The place they had just passed was covered with the smell of blood and ash to the point that their noses were paralyzed. Therefore, smelling the wrong smell is not strange.
Tsk, Pessus clicked his tongue and turned his head. He returned his focus to slaughtering Ryu Cheong's henchmen.
“Look at that scene.”
Regis hugged Irel from behind and pointed at Pessus with his finger.
"Anyway, we kill to eat. What about them? It's not for eating, nor is it related to survival, but they continuously slaughter their own kind. Purely to show off their strength."
Regis whispers that even animals don't do such immoral things.
“And yet, those foolish people worship Masaka as ‘Son of the Lord.’ Haha! After all, they are monsters, no different from me.”
Is it because of the feeling? Irel sensed the scent of deep-rooted hatred in Regis's contemptuous tone.
Irel wanted to ask what that meant. But since the 'Shut Up' was still in effect, she couldn't ask anything.
"It's time to go. Sweetie."
Taking advantage of the time Pessus's attention had shifted elsewhere, Regis started moving again. The place she dragged Irel to was none other than the side entrance of the inn.
It was a passage created to transport goods from the port. A dirt path so dirty and threadbare that it can hardly be called a 'road'.
This place is only for the humblest of workers. That's why there was no one hanging around here amid the chaos.
“Good. As expected.”
Regis's eyes shone with relief. Even though she had to take a slight detour because Varkan's subordinates were rampaging, she nonetheless reached her destination safely.
Now just go to the side passage, board the small boat prepared at the port and you're done. Just as she held Irel's hand and was about to walk away, a low voice rang out from behind.
“Where are you going to take him?”
A man wearing a jet black vest, holding a dagger in one hand and a whip in the other, was looking towards them. The moment she saw her beautiful colored hair flowing on the neat collar of her vest, Irel's eyes brightened.
‘Chellos!’
That's right. The first person to discover Irel being dragged away was none other than the butler of the Barshlow Moor mansion, Chellos.
“Another person getting in the way?”
Regis immediately realized Chellos was not Masaka. Then, no matter how much he struggled, he was just a trash bug.
― Die.
Regis calmly uttered the Cruel Curse. Chellos, not Masaka, should not have been able to resist that Curse…
"Please let him go. You are not the one who dares to touch him."
Surprisingly, instead of succumbing to the Curse and harming himself, Chellos brandished the whip in his hand. He aimed precisely at Regis's face.
“What is this…!!”
Regis gritted his teeth and quickly wrapped the blood-red aura around his hand to block the blow. To block the blow, she accidentally let go of Irel.
Because of that, Irel fell to the floor and when she raised her head, she discovered it. A streak of dark red blood was flowing down Chellos's ear, flickering through his beautiful hair.
‘No way.’
"Did you pierce your own ear? What a stubborn guy!"
Regis shuddered and screamed when he smelled blood. However, Chellos did not know one thing: even after sacrificing his eardrum, there was still a way to use the Curse.
― Collapse.
If Curse does not affect the opponent, just use it on surrounding objects. At the same time Regis' eyes turned red, the stable behind Chellos collapsed. Chellos was surprised and quickly rolled to avoid it, but he could not completely avoid the falling logs and rocks.
“Cough!”
While dodging a rock falling on his head, Chellos collided with a collapsing pillar. Although he was not seriously injured, he was trapped under the pillar and could not move.
Seeing that, Regis smirked, his face like a predator cornering his prey. And she gently uttered the final Curse.
― Falling down.
The large crushing rock, hanging from the pillars of the ruined stable, began to shake. Its target is of course Chellos's head.
“…!!”
Chellos' face turned pale as lead when he saw that. He tried his best to escape, but the heavy pillar wouldn't budge.
Meanwhile, the rock pressing on Chellos's head shook more and more strongly. It tilted back and forth, dangerously like it was about to roll down at any moment.
If that happened, Chellos's beautiful hair, which seemed like spring was coming, would definitely be dyed a tragic and unforgettable color. Irel witnessed that scene with a withered heart. She felt so helpless and suffocated that she couldn't do anything.
‘Lord, please.’
Chellos Azelika. The man always dressed in black, with expressionless eyes of self-destruction, and a rare smile also tinged with loneliness.
Even though she didn't understand him well, Irel could still instinctively recognize him. This man has never had a happy life.
She didn't want Chellos to die unjustly here while saving her. Irel closed her eyes tightly, praying fervently in her heart. If Lord Hashbar or whoever exists, please help her, just this once.
Unlike Irel who was in despair, Regis laughed happily.
"The game is over. Goodbye."
Her pupils became even redder, and the boulder tilted to one side.
‘No!!’
At that moment, her limbs, which were bound by an invisible force, were suddenly miraculously freed. But before she could understand what was happening, Irel screamed with all her heart.
“Stop!!! Stop, please!!!”
At the same time she let out her voice, her chest felt hot. Like vomiting blood, a stream of hot air gushed out from her body. And surprisingly, the crushing rock that was about to fall on Chellos' head suddenly stopped.
“No way!!”
Regis shouted coldly in surprise. She reached out, trying to move the boulder again, but she couldn't move it, as if blocked by an invisible aura.
‘What is going on?’
Irel, who had used the power, was equally shocked. Just as she looked down at her body with surprised eyes, a system notification rang out with a ‘Ting!’ appearing before her eyes.
[Ting! Side Quest information ‘A normal person turns out to be a competent person?’ has been updated.]
[Side Quest ‘An ordinary person turns out to be a capable person?’: Harness Lisebrar's potential, neutralize Masaka's power three times (1/3). Special rewards will be given upon success.]
…(1/3) what does it mean? But the person I stopped was not Masaka but Vlad. Why is it counted in the mission count?
Irel's eyes wavered as she scanned the system notifications. Taking advantage of her distraction, Regis used Curse again.
― Kneel down.
“Ah!!”
Irel fell to his knees on the floor, falling flat. She was sure she had some power, but she still didn't know how to use it correctly. Therefore, she was no match for Regis, who had lived a long life and used his power freely.
"It's true that a child needs a lot of care. How did you do it?"
Regis stretched out his hand with long nails, grasping Irel's cheek. But because she had nothing to answer and didn't want to answer, Irel pursed her lips.
"Okay. After all, we still have plenty of time to spend together."
Regis grinned, letting go of her face. Then, she wrapped the blood-red aura around her hand and walked towards Chellos. She intended to finish him off herself.
“No, let go of Chellos!!”
Ignoring Irel's scream, Regis raised his hand high. But she cannot descend. It was because a fire as hot as hell suddenly flared up right in front of her.
“Ahah!!!”