At the same time, the coachman's voice was heard outside the door.
“Miss, there’s something wrong with the carriage wheel. Would you mind stepping out for a moment?”
Odette had an intuition the moment she heard that voice.
'Fuck.'
She knows when humans make that sound because she's heard it dozens of times in her past lives.
The sly voice of a person who preys on others.
“Okay, I see. Could you wait a moment? I’ll just put on my coat.”
Odette answered in a calm voice, trying to hide the sound of the carriage door being locked on the inside with the latch.
After untying her hair, she tied it again with a hair tie to make sure the flimsy clasp wouldn't fall out.
'I should've known when he started charging me four times the wages. He's a greedy bastard.'
Did you roll your eyes when you saw Gisela carrying the gold coins?
Odette closed her eyes and focused on the sounds she heard.
'You brought your party along. Four people... no, five people.'
If there's one fortunate thing, it's that it's a cheap sled, so the windows are only on one side. In this situation, the fewer things that can break, the better.
'I wish I were a master of martial arts.'
Unfortunately, that is not the case.
Odette sighed as she grabbed the pistol. She had brought it with her just in case, but it was something she could only use in the worst-case scenario.
If someone dies by using a gun, she will be tracked down by the Metropolitan Police Department. As a Purifier, Odette will not be punished, but it means that the Count's family will find out that she went out secretly.
'The best way would be to wait until their power wears off and then jump away.'
“You’re late, Miss. Even if I open the door- No, it’s locked! Damn, you’re so quick!”
At the same time, a boom, boom! like a bombing was heard above the carriage. When she checked outside the window, she saw several robbers surrounding the carriage with pipes, clubs, and various tools.
“Open the door right now. Won’t you open it?!”
Just by looking at the way they were holding the club, it was obvious that this was their first time stealing. It seemed that while their eyes were focused on the gold coins, they were caught up in the atmosphere of the lawless area.
People in the slums turned their gazes one by one.
Thud, thud!
'I have a bad feeling about this.'
The guys who were watching and giggling, wondering if they were the only ones who felt this way, are slowly leaving the area, but these clueless rookie robbers are the only ones making a fuss.
'The atmosphere is already tense, so why are you yelling? Is this some sort of summoning spell for the King of the underworld?'
Odette could only add a word through the gap in the door.
“You don’t have to shout while stealing, do you? Are you crazy because you want to get attention?”
“What are you saying, girl? Did you turn around because you were scared?”
“Heh heh. Are you scared because men are yelling at you, you precious young lady? Aaaah! How is it?”
'Ah. Yeah, right... Your intelligence is ruined.'
Odette had a feeling it was too late. Victor would already be interested in this case.
In this shitty situation, the gorillas kept yelling at her as if they were mocking her.
'Well, to attempt a rookie robbery in a den of criminals, you'd have to have a really pitiful level of intelligence.'
She put the safety catch back on the pistol she was holding. If she had to meet Victor, her top priority was to not offend him.
As Odette thought about that and put the gun back inside her skirt, the hairs on her head stood on end.
Her intuition, honed over the two years she was on the run, was telling her that the guy was watching her from the outside.
'Is this the first time I'm meeting that kid in this life?'
Viktor Koenig. That fucking bastard who chased me to death in my past life.
Crang!
“Miss, there’s something wrong with the carriage wheel. Would you mind stepping out for a moment?”
Odette had an intuition the moment she heard that voice.
'Fuck.'
She knows when humans make that sound because she's heard it dozens of times in her past lives.
The sly voice of a person who preys on others.
“Okay, I see. Could you wait a moment? I’ll just put on my coat.”
Odette answered in a calm voice, trying to hide the sound of the carriage door being locked on the inside with the latch.
After untying her hair, she tied it again with a hair tie to make sure the flimsy clasp wouldn't fall out.
'I should've known when he started charging me four times the wages. He's a greedy bastard.'
Did you roll your eyes when you saw Gisela carrying the gold coins?
Odette closed her eyes and focused on the sounds she heard.
'You brought your party along. Four people... no, five people.'
If there's one fortunate thing, it's that it's a cheap sled, so the windows are only on one side. In this situation, the fewer things that can break, the better.
'I wish I were a master of martial arts.'
Unfortunately, that is not the case.
Odette sighed as she grabbed the pistol. She had brought it with her just in case, but it was something she could only use in the worst-case scenario.
If someone dies by using a gun, she will be tracked down by the Metropolitan Police Department. As a Purifier, Odette will not be punished, but it means that the Count's family will find out that she went out secretly.
'The best way would be to wait until their power wears off and then jump away.'
“You’re late, Miss. Even if I open the door- No, it’s locked! Damn, you’re so quick!”
At the same time, a boom, boom! like a bombing was heard above the carriage. When she checked outside the window, she saw several robbers surrounding the carriage with pipes, clubs, and various tools.
“Open the door right now. Won’t you open it?!”
Just by looking at the way they were holding the club, it was obvious that this was their first time stealing. It seemed that while their eyes were focused on the gold coins, they were caught up in the atmosphere of the lawless area.
People in the slums turned their gazes one by one.
Thud, thud!
There was a sound of the carriage being twisted. The impact caused the carriage door to open slightly.
Odette looked out the carriage window. The noise of people drinking in the slums was slowly dying down.
A huge shadow... this spirit that seems to surge forward like a wave.
Odette looked out the carriage window. The noise of people drinking in the slums was slowly dying down.
A huge shadow... this spirit that seems to surge forward like a wave.
'I have a bad feeling about this.'
The guys who were watching and giggling, wondering if they were the only ones who felt this way, are slowly leaving the area, but these clueless rookie robbers are the only ones making a fuss.
'The atmosphere is already tense, so why are you yelling? Is this some sort of summoning spell for the King of the underworld?'
Odette could only add a word through the gap in the door.
“You don’t have to shout while stealing, do you? Are you crazy because you want to get attention?”
“What are you saying, girl? Did you turn around because you were scared?”
“Heh heh. Are you scared because men are yelling at you, you precious young lady? Aaaah! How is it?”
'Ah. Yeah, right... Your intelligence is ruined.'
Odette had a feeling it was too late. Victor would already be interested in this case.
In this shitty situation, the gorillas kept yelling at her as if they were mocking her.
'Well, to attempt a rookie robbery in a den of criminals, you'd have to have a really pitiful level of intelligence.'
She put the safety catch back on the pistol she was holding. If she had to meet Victor, her top priority was to not offend him.
As Odette thought about that and put the gun back inside her skirt, the hairs on her head stood on end.
Her intuition, honed over the two years she was on the run, was telling her that the guy was watching her from the outside.
'Is this the first time I'm meeting that kid in this life?'
Viktor Koenig. That fucking bastard who chased me to death in my past life.
***
Crang!
The glass window that had been holding up well against the persistent attacks of the man and his party finally shattered.
The shards of glass that rained down on Odette left scratches and bruises all over her arms and shoulders.
“I got it, I got it!”
The robber grabbed Odette's arm and pulled her out of the window.
Her body was dragged out of the carriage by the wind.
It was then that a red-haired man appeared on the carriage.
“A robber disguised as a coachman. The world is so dangerous.”
Clicking his tongue, he moved lightly behind the robber and grabbed the robber's neck with both his huge hands.
Then, in an instant, he separated the robber's head and body with just the strength of his hands as if he were tearing apart a piece of paper.
Blood spurted from the severed neck like a fountain as if in slow motion.
Then he stretched out one arm and caught Odette just before she fell and hit the ground.
The reaction speed was amazing.
Huge stature. Red hair, green eyes. A mischievous mouth. A khaki uniform that looks like a gangster's. And a giggling laugh.
It was Viktor Koenig.
“Hello, pretty lady. Don’t be afraid, the hero has arrived.”
Victor, who had given a light greeting, paused after checking the Odette. Then,
"You..."
The shards of glass that rained down on Odette left scratches and bruises all over her arms and shoulders.
“I got it, I got it!”
The robber grabbed Odette's arm and pulled her out of the window.
Her body was dragged out of the carriage by the wind.
It was then that a red-haired man appeared on the carriage.
“A robber disguised as a coachman. The world is so dangerous.”
Clicking his tongue, he moved lightly behind the robber and grabbed the robber's neck with both his huge hands.
Then, in an instant, he separated the robber's head and body with just the strength of his hands as if he were tearing apart a piece of paper.
Blood spurted from the severed neck like a fountain as if in slow motion.
Then he stretched out one arm and caught Odette just before she fell and hit the ground.
The reaction speed was amazing.
Huge stature. Red hair, green eyes. A mischievous mouth. A khaki uniform that looks like a gangster's. And a giggling laugh.
It was Viktor Koenig.
“Hello, pretty lady. Don’t be afraid, the hero has arrived.”
Victor, who had given a light greeting, paused after checking the Odette. Then,
"You..."
Soon the empty smile disappeared from his well-defined face and an observer's expression took over. It was an expression that seemed to feel both disgust and interest.
It seemed like he realized that she was Odette.
“That’s strange. What kind of smell is that?”
The eyes, shining with a strange excitement, look like those of a wild beast.
'He's a person who makes me uncomfortable even when I see him again and I don't want to get entangled with him.'
Throughout her past life, he was a man who had been strangely good at chasing her.
The dungeon of a mansion, the shelter of a beggar's lair, the gypsy's tent.
An animalistic intuition that would find her even if she disguised her route dozens of times.
“It’s strange. A place this dirty isn’t really our taste. Do you think it would be here?”
Dangerous creatures beyond the scope of understanding.
That's why Odette didn't want to meet him at all in this life, but that damn coachman ruined everything.
“...What, what is it all of a sudden?!”
“Hey, leave that woman and get out of here! Unless you value your life!”
The robber didn't seem to recognize Victor. Only then did their persistent green eyes turn away from me.
Unlike the Crown Prince or Sion, Viktor has never been interviewed and his face is not well known.
That being said, even if you only know a little bit about the underworld, anyone would worship the face, but these guys really seemed to know nothing.
'If you're naive, you should have at least a minimum of intelligence. When you see your comrades torn like paper, don't you think you should run away?'
He has a very scared expression on his face, but instead of running away, he tries to threaten Victor, showing that he believes in the power of numbers.
But unfortunately for them, their opponents were crazy thugs.
“You uncultured bastards who don’t even read the newspaper. You don’t even recognize this handsome face.”
Look at all the nitpicking when the illustration wasn't even in the newspaper. You're a total thug.
“Stop talking nonsense and get out!! Bitch, I’m telling you to hurry up and give me the girl.”
“Anyway, there’s no point in doing heroic deeds. What’s the point of running around like crazy trying to prevent disasters? Criminals will be able to live comfortably and end up committing robbery.”
Viktor took a deep breath and took out the sword he was carrying on his back.
“Even robbery requires at least a minimum of restraint. Against women... You damn bastards.”
“T-Why are you taking that out? Put it down right now!”
Victor swung his sword once and decapitated the screaming man.
Odette could tell from his brisk gestures that he was really excited.
“Kwaaah! Help me!”
“Run away! Damn it!”
There were three robbers left. He didn't chase them straight away. It was obvious that he was giving the robbers time to escape.
'Put me down and swing, you fucking bastard...'
Odette felt the blood splashing on her face and sighed inwardly.
But she didn't say it out loud. Victor was the type of guy who absolutely hated being interrupted when he was having fun.
“Look at him. He’s lying in the carriage without any sense of death. This is the evil of society.”
Victor's eyes, filled with pure evil, shone as he pretended to click his tongue.
Judging from the way he smiles, with his fangs and mouth caves protruding, it seems he is already excited about the thought of killing.
You crazy kid. In situations like this, your boyish face is actually more disgusting.
'You made that same expression when you strangled me in my past life.'
Even after they were completely out of sight, Victor waited a little longer for them to run away, humming as if he was savoring the time before the hunt.
At that moment, a severed head rolled down to Victor's feet. The face of the robber, dead with his eyes open, looked astonished.
The moment Odette met his eyes, her heart sank. She felt as if her throat was being strangled, and her vision became dizzy and black.
It was PTSD.
It seemed like he realized that she was Odette.
“That’s strange. What kind of smell is that?”
The eyes, shining with a strange excitement, look like those of a wild beast.
'He's a person who makes me uncomfortable even when I see him again and I don't want to get entangled with him.'
Throughout her past life, he was a man who had been strangely good at chasing her.
The dungeon of a mansion, the shelter of a beggar's lair, the gypsy's tent.
An animalistic intuition that would find her even if she disguised her route dozens of times.
“It’s strange. A place this dirty isn’t really our taste. Do you think it would be here?”
Dangerous creatures beyond the scope of understanding.
That's why Odette didn't want to meet him at all in this life, but that damn coachman ruined everything.
“...What, what is it all of a sudden?!”
“Hey, leave that woman and get out of here! Unless you value your life!”
The robber didn't seem to recognize Victor. Only then did their persistent green eyes turn away from me.
Unlike the Crown Prince or Sion, Viktor has never been interviewed and his face is not well known.
That being said, even if you only know a little bit about the underworld, anyone would worship the face, but these guys really seemed to know nothing.
'If you're naive, you should have at least a minimum of intelligence. When you see your comrades torn like paper, don't you think you should run away?'
He has a very scared expression on his face, but instead of running away, he tries to threaten Victor, showing that he believes in the power of numbers.
But unfortunately for them, their opponents were crazy thugs.
“You uncultured bastards who don’t even read the newspaper. You don’t even recognize this handsome face.”
Look at all the nitpicking when the illustration wasn't even in the newspaper. You're a total thug.
“Stop talking nonsense and get out!! Bitch, I’m telling you to hurry up and give me the girl.”
“Anyway, there’s no point in doing heroic deeds. What’s the point of running around like crazy trying to prevent disasters? Criminals will be able to live comfortably and end up committing robbery.”
Viktor took a deep breath and took out the sword he was carrying on his back.
“Even robbery requires at least a minimum of restraint. Against women... You damn bastards.”
“T-Why are you taking that out? Put it down right now!”
Victor swung his sword once and decapitated the screaming man.
Odette could tell from his brisk gestures that he was really excited.
“Kwaaah! Help me!”
“Run away! Damn it!”
There were three robbers left. He didn't chase them straight away. It was obvious that he was giving the robbers time to escape.
'Put me down and swing, you fucking bastard...'
Odette felt the blood splashing on her face and sighed inwardly.
But she didn't say it out loud. Victor was the type of guy who absolutely hated being interrupted when he was having fun.
“Look at him. He’s lying in the carriage without any sense of death. This is the evil of society.”
Victor's eyes, filled with pure evil, shone as he pretended to click his tongue.
Judging from the way he smiles, with his fangs and mouth caves protruding, it seems he is already excited about the thought of killing.
You crazy kid. In situations like this, your boyish face is actually more disgusting.
'You made that same expression when you strangled me in my past life.'
Even after they were completely out of sight, Victor waited a little longer for them to run away, humming as if he was savoring the time before the hunt.
At that moment, a severed head rolled down to Victor's feet. The face of the robber, dead with his eyes open, looked astonished.
The moment Odette met his eyes, her heart sank. She felt as if her throat was being strangled, and her vision became dizzy and black.
It was PTSD.
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