'In any case, we can't spare a single one of Odette's blood.'
Victor's nerves were on edge.
Even if he dies here, as Odette wishes. He will not leave any of them behind. He's going to drag them to hell.
Of course, there shouldn't be any gaps in Odette during the battle.
Intelligence is second only to humans. Given the number of pages and the behavior of the herd, they should be divided into at least two groups.
Two groups: those who will take on Victor and those who will target the bloodied Odette.
'Damn it. It's a snowy mountain, so I can't use my abilities.'
If he's unlucky, the snow will melt and an avalanche will occur in an instant. The mountain's topography was perfect for avalanches. The entrance to the fox den could be closed.
So, at the moment, all Victor could use was physical force.
He pulled the moon sword from his back and lifted it above his head, spinning it quickly. So the Yetis felt threatened and forced to take a couple of steps back.
All of them had retreated, but five Yetis were approaching the cave at high speed.
"Those bastards are the ones who are in charge of Odette's pursuits."
A cruel smile formed on Victor's lips. Once he's decapitated those bastards, he'll be able to buy time until the next line is formed.
"Five heads, clean and retrievable."
He only swung it once. The moment when Viktor stepped up for the most efficient results.
"Odette, are you crazy?"
Odette stepped out of the cave. Victor shouted as he hurriedly took his moon sword. The retrieval of the sword that had already been wielded also scarred Victor's face.
He could only stop by cutting off the heads of the two Yetis that were close by.
It was dizzying. That fallen head could have been Odette.
"What's going on? Odette! Do you want to die?"
It's a shame that it was Victor the Transcendent who was hurt. If it was Odette.
Victor, who was horrified by his imagination, was angry. His bloodshot eyes and bulging jawline hinted at his anger.
"YmI almost cut you! You almost died! You're out of your mind-"
But Viktor couldn't finish.
"...!"
He met maroon eyes that peeked through her blizzard-swept hair.
The moment he met that dry gaze. Viktor recognized the alarm he had been feeling.
It wasn't Victor who Odette was trying to kill in this snowy mountain, or who thought it didn't matter if he died.
"Let's never see each other again. We."
Odette, speaking in a quiet voice, did not run away from Victor or from the Yeti.
She just stands there, waiting for the Yeti to pounce on her.
"Let's not meet again. Don't ever enter my territory again."
Was it because Odette's expression was the same as Victor's when they first met?
The harsh words he had said to Odette during their first meeting came back to him.
"Odette!"
Victor approached Odette desperately fast. But Odette slashed her wrist faster with the knife she had hidden.
"Uh oh uh!"
So that the Yeti hordes, excited by the smell of blood, pounce on her.
"Damn it!"
Victor floundered to stop the Yetis as they rushed at Odette. He couldn't even wield the moon sword wildly. Odette was near.
Three, two, two.
Several times his view was blocked by the Yeti as he continued to cut and break his throat.
The moment he gritted his teeth and sliced through all the remaining Yeti...
"Oh, Odette?"
Odette had vanished as if she had evaporated.
"Odette! Where did you go?!"
It's impossible to move around in such a large herd of Yeti. If she had been attacked by a Yeti and had her limbs torn off, there is no way he wouldn't have noticed.
"Odette!"
His screams echoed through the snowy mountains.
Everywhere he looked, there was nothing but pure white. Victor felt as if he were possessed by a snowy mountain.
Red blood was on the floor, and there was no evidence of Odette's presence except for the footprints.
It took hours, days, of running around the snow-covered mountains before Victor realized.
"How can you leave like this twice..."
Like the one day when she jumped off the cliff of Meursault, she had suddenly vanished.
Odette willingly throws herself into the sea to abandon Victor. Covered in blood, she willingly throws herself at the beast.
In other words, Victor is nothing to Odette. She wants to get away from him as much as she does.
'Were everything you said to me a lie?'
He has found the answer to that question on his own.
"You've never been true to me."
Victor muttered to himself.
The most fragile heart he saw in the Imperial Palace's hunting grounds.
The eyes that had previously looked at him as if he were a savior when she vomited blood in the Albrecht family mansion. All the tenderness that had covered Victor's ears to the loud firecrackers of the fireworks before that.
"I'm glad you're alive. Of course, I'm grateful that you saved me."
"I refused to cleanse the Colonel... There was a situation. I'm sorry."
"Baby."
Victor laughed in vain.
"It's too much. How come that's all a lie."
Beneath, Victor's lowered head, something dripped. The white of his eyes darkened to gray.
His hatred has already turned to love.
"Then let me go. You don't want to be forced to chase after you."
Victor laughed heartily. The clear brown eyes he had seen for a moment made his stomach ache again.
"You're more comfortable when I'm not there."
There was a clear sense of liberation in Odette's eyes.
It was a stark contrast to his face, which was haggard from not sleeping.
'To you, I was but a villain.'
That's silly. It was only after realizing this that Victor's trembling hands finally stopped.
Victor disappeared Odette, and Odette disappeared Victor. The gap between them made him laugh.
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