In front of Nike's eyes,
A dagger with a curved tip flew in sharply, tracing a semicircle.
It wasn't just one person.
Besides the guy who caught Vania, there was one more next to him.
Nike drew a dagger from his back waist without taking his eyes off Vania.
A swift attack comes flying in.
He can tell immediately after exchanging a few blows. It was a movement he had fought through until he was sick and tired of it.
Wassenberg.
The family's assassins.
'Again.'
He was really sick and tired of it.
He does not know what decision the two assassins made in that split second, but fortunately, the guy holding Vania also quietly ran toward him.
“Heh!”
He succeeded in slashing the left side of one of his chests. Nike seized the opportunity, grabbed him by the hair, and plunged the knife into his neck.
“Cough! Cough...”
There was no time to waste. Sensing that the breath had stopped, he immediately drew his sword and lunged at the remaining assassin.
The guy who was holding Vania captive.
The moment he saw him, Nike's vision turned red again.
A deserted land. A scene of tragedy. It was all too obvious what he intended to do to a helpless woman.
Uncharacteristic of Wassenberg's assassin, who was always optimized for handling tasks quickly and without variables.
Disgusting behavior...
Nike subdued the agile assailant with his size. The nimble but slender assassin was momentarily flustered and staggered.
He had fought against Wassenberg assassins with similar fighting styles dozens, even hundreds, of times until he was sick and tired. There was no way he could stand a chance against Nike, whose every form was familiar to him from the start.
Nike snatched the knife from the assassin's hand as he lost his balance and pushed him in the chest with his elbow.
With a loud bang.
"Cough!"
The man was thrown to the ground, hitting the back of his head. Nike, who had climbed on top of him to protect him from the severe impact, strangled him and ripped off his mask.
He didn't want to remember the faces of the bugs one by one, but he wanted to take a look.
It is a pity that he should have breathed his last peacefully. A violent impulse to mercilessly tear apart that filthy face...
“Wait, just a moment!”
Reason returned.
Nike slowly raised his head while holding the assassin by the neck to subdue him.
Trembling, Vania covered her chest, clad only in underwear, with both arms and spoke.
“D-D-Don't kill me... Just a moment.”
"What?"
“Ah, well... it might not just be a landslide... We have to save them and ask, ask.”
“...”
However, Nike realized their true identity the moment they first exchanged blows. Therefore, he knew that it was meaningless.
Vania stared blankly into Nike's eyes, which were still filled with anger, and spoke calmly.
“Oh, if you’ve misunderstood...”
“...”
“...As for the clothes, I took them off myself. Dad is bleeding a lot... so I’m trying to stop the bleeding.”
Vania pointed at Ryan, who had collapsed nearby. Only then did Nike notice him, and her pupils widened.
Slowly, the excitement subsided.
Nike exhaled the breath he had been holding back and spoke.
"They are Wassenberg assassins. They are all trained, so interrogation won't work."
Just as he said, the assassin pinned beneath Nike was dead before anyone realized it.
While the conversation was going back and forth about whether or not to investigate the mastermind, the assassin had already swallowed the deadly poison that he had always kept hidden under his tongue.
Nike pushed the assassin's body aside, stood up, and took off the jacket of the knight's uniform he was wearing.
He placed it in the arms of Vania, who had slumped down, and approached Ryan.
Confirm life or death.
He's still alive.
“I have to revert. The condition is so serious that he’ll die while we're moving him.”
Vania tightly buttoned Nike's jacket and staggered toward him.
Nike, who had been lost in thought for a moment, reached out his hand. He paused before lifting Vania's jacket and spoke.
“...inside.”
"Yes?"
“I have medicine in my inner pocket. Please take it out for me.”
Vania reached inside her jacket and fumbled around. She felt a cold medicine bottle. When she took it out, it was a life-saving medicine.
"Ah!"
It seemed that he had been carrying around the bottle she had made a while ago and given to Nike.
If Ryan's life is guaranteed, it is much more advantageous not to regress.
Nike turned Ryan's body over as he lay face down. Vania supported Ryan's neck with her knee and pulled his lips open.
Nike, having opened the medicine bottle with his teeth, poured the sky-blue liquid into Ryan's mouth and lifted his jaw.
As she watched, Vania suddenly became worried.
“But is it okay to give medicine to someone who has fainted like this? What if it goes down their airway?”
"Then I'll just go back in time."
"Yes?!"
But it was a relief. Even while unconscious, whether it was instinct or not, Ryan properly swallowed the medicine that had been poured in.
His expression instantly becomes relaxed.
He untied the hem of the petticoat that was wrapped tightly around his head and touched it, and the wound had healed completely.
“Haaah...”
“Why isn’t he waking up right away?”
Unlike Vania, who was relieved, Nike looked at Ryan with a worried expression.
"Yes."
"That's right! But..."
“Ratan?”
“Yes! Ratan doesn’t die.”
“I know. I’ll go.”
"Only the Prince?"
"Because Ryan hasn't woken up yet. And you, too..."
Nike examined Vania's body.
It seemed that it wasn't serious thanks to Ryan protecting him, but he still had severe scratches here and there.
“...He doesn’t look very well. Wait here.”
“Ah... yeah, well.”
Nike, having suddenly sprang to his feet, walked toward Ratan. Vania shouted at his retreating figure.
“Ho, if he doesn’t listen, bring him over here~.”
One fact Mario Wassenberg overlooked while causing this situation is.
- Grrrr.
It means that he did not know that Ratan was a possessed demon.
Ratan does not die.
Because when faced with a life-threatening situation, he runs into Marchen.
Marchen do not die either.
Because even a small wound causes Ratan to pop out regardless of his will.
Ratan, who was shackled in the breeding cage, could not avoid the landslide and took a direct hit, but he did not die.
It escaped in a human body, and what was buried became Marchen.
Just as Marhen was about to die in that state, Ratan popped out again.
Repeating the state of alternating between beast and human again and again...
Ratan succeeded in digging through the pile of dirt covering him.
A clear sky without a single cloud.
A ruined landscape where it was obvious that any life would have been buried under a pile of dirt...
Unexpected landslide.
Humans vulnerable to natural disasters.
Disaster. Human. Death.
The intelligent being's magic suddenly came to mind.
His small and cute master.
There was no need to go to the trouble of digging through piles of dirt to find Ratan.
When Nike arrived at the side where the enclosure was, a purple-skinned monster with two terrifying horns had already emerged from the pile of earth.
Nike called out to Ratan, who was standing there motionless.
"Hey!"
Ratan looked back.
"People will arrive soon. Stay on standby while maintaining your demonic state."
However, the evil beast that should have been obedient gives no answer.
He just stared at Nike, then tilted his large head.
...He immediately had a hunch.
Nike swallowed a sigh and said.
"Vania is alive."
Ratan was not intimidated by those words.
Tilt his head back the other way.
“...”
...I want to hit him.
Thinking that, Nike spoke once again.
“Vania is alive. Are you sure you won’t regret doing this right now?”
The silent demon beast, as if mocking Nike, stretched its head out forward this time.
Smirk.
Laughed.
"Ha..."
With a weary sigh, Nike grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist.
A dagger with a curved tip flew in sharply, tracing a semicircle.
Nika instinctively flinched.
Besides the guy who caught Vania, there was one more next to him.
Nike drew a dagger from his back waist without taking his eyes off Vania.
A swift attack comes flying in.
He can tell immediately after exchanging a few blows. It was a movement he had fought through until he was sick and tired of it.
Wassenberg.
The family's assassins.
'Again.'
He was really sick and tired of it.
He does not know what decision the two assassins made in that split second, but fortunately, the guy holding Vania also quietly ran toward him.
“Heh!”
He succeeded in slashing the left side of one of his chests. Nike seized the opportunity, grabbed him by the hair, and plunged the knife into his neck.
“Cough! Cough...”
There was no time to waste. Sensing that the breath had stopped, he immediately drew his sword and lunged at the remaining assassin.
The guy who was holding Vania captive.
The moment he saw him, Nike's vision turned red again.
A deserted land. A scene of tragedy. It was all too obvious what he intended to do to a helpless woman.
Uncharacteristic of Wassenberg's assassin, who was always optimized for handling tasks quickly and without variables.
Disgusting behavior...
Nike subdued the agile assailant with his size. The nimble but slender assassin was momentarily flustered and staggered.
He had fought against Wassenberg assassins with similar fighting styles dozens, even hundreds, of times until he was sick and tired. There was no way he could stand a chance against Nike, whose every form was familiar to him from the start.
Nike snatched the knife from the assassin's hand as he lost his balance and pushed him in the chest with his elbow.
With a loud bang.
"Cough!"
The man was thrown to the ground, hitting the back of his head. Nike, who had climbed on top of him to protect him from the severe impact, strangled him and ripped off his mask.
He didn't want to remember the faces of the bugs one by one, but he wanted to take a look.
It is a pity that he should have breathed his last peacefully. A violent impulse to mercilessly tear apart that filthy face...
“Wait, just a moment!”
Reason returned.
Nike slowly raised his head while holding the assassin by the neck to subdue him.
Trembling, Vania covered her chest, clad only in underwear, with both arms and spoke.
“D-D-Don't kill me... Just a moment.”
"What?"
“Ah, well... it might not just be a landslide... We have to save them and ask, ask.”
“...”
It means asking who is behind it.
Vania stared blankly into Nike's eyes, which were still filled with anger, and spoke calmly.
“Oh, if you’ve misunderstood...”
“...”
“...As for the clothes, I took them off myself. Dad is bleeding a lot... so I’m trying to stop the bleeding.”
Vania pointed at Ryan, who had collapsed nearby. Only then did Nike notice him, and her pupils widened.
Slowly, the excitement subsided.
Nike exhaled the breath he had been holding back and spoke.
"They are Wassenberg assassins. They are all trained, so interrogation won't work."
Just as he said, the assassin pinned beneath Nike was dead before anyone realized it.
While the conversation was going back and forth about whether or not to investigate the mastermind, the assassin had already swallowed the deadly poison that he had always kept hidden under his tongue.
Nike pushed the assassin's body aside, stood up, and took off the jacket of the knight's uniform he was wearing.
He placed it in the arms of Vania, who had slumped down, and approached Ryan.
Confirm life or death.
He's still alive.
“I have to revert. The condition is so serious that he’ll die while we're moving him.”
Vania tightly buttoned Nike's jacket and staggered toward him.
Nike, who had been lost in thought for a moment, reached out his hand. He paused before lifting Vania's jacket and spoke.
“...inside.”
"Yes?"
“I have medicine in my inner pocket. Please take it out for me.”
Vania reached inside her jacket and fumbled around. She felt a cold medicine bottle. When she took it out, it was a life-saving medicine.
"Ah!"
It seemed that he had been carrying around the bottle she had made a while ago and given to Nike.
If Ryan's life is guaranteed, it is much more advantageous not to regress.
Nike turned Ryan's body over as he lay face down. Vania supported Ryan's neck with her knee and pulled his lips open.
Nike, having opened the medicine bottle with his teeth, poured the sky-blue liquid into Ryan's mouth and lifted his jaw.
As she watched, Vania suddenly became worried.
“But is it okay to give medicine to someone who has fainted like this? What if it goes down their airway?”
"Then I'll just go back in time."
"Yes?!"
But it was a relief. Even while unconscious, whether it was instinct or not, Ryan properly swallowed the medicine that had been poured in.
His expression instantly becomes relaxed.
He untied the hem of the petticoat that was wrapped tightly around his head and touched it, and the wound had healed completely.
“Haaah...”
“Why isn’t he waking up right away?”
Unlike Vania, who was relieved, Nike looked at Ryan with a worried expression.
“It’s just like when I heal someone with my powers. As long as you fix their body first so they don’t die, their mind will come back to them gradually, so don’t worry.”
"That's right! But..."
“Ratan?”
“Yes! Ratan doesn’t die.”
“I know. I’ll go.”
"Only the Prince?"
"Because Ryan hasn't woken up yet. And you, too..."
Nike examined Vania's body.
It seemed that it wasn't serious thanks to Ryan protecting him, but he still had severe scratches here and there.
“...He doesn’t look very well. Wait here.”
“Ah... yeah, well.”
Nike, having suddenly sprang to his feet, walked toward Ratan. Vania shouted at his retreating figure.
“Ho, if he doesn’t listen, bring him over here~.”
***
One fact Mario Wassenberg overlooked while causing this situation is.
- Grrrr.
It means that he did not know that Ratan was a possessed demon.
Ratan does not die.
Because when faced with a life-threatening situation, he runs into Marchen.
Marchen do not die either.
Because even a small wound causes Ratan to pop out regardless of his will.
Ratan, who was shackled in the breeding cage, could not avoid the landslide and took a direct hit, but he did not die.
It escaped in a human body, and what was buried became Marchen.
Just as Marhen was about to die in that state, Ratan popped out again.
Repeating the state of alternating between beast and human again and again...
Ratan succeeded in digging through the pile of dirt covering him.
A clear sky without a single cloud.
A ruined landscape where it was obvious that any life would have been buried under a pile of dirt...
Unexpected landslide.
Humans vulnerable to natural disasters.
Disaster. Human. Death.
The intelligent being's magic suddenly came to mind.
His small and cute master.
***
There was no need to go to the trouble of digging through piles of dirt to find Ratan.
When Nike arrived at the side where the enclosure was, a purple-skinned monster with two terrifying horns had already emerged from the pile of earth.
Nike called out to Ratan, who was standing there motionless.
"Hey!"
Ratan looked back.
"People will arrive soon. Stay on standby while maintaining your demonic state."
However, the evil beast that should have been obedient gives no answer.
He just stared at Nike, then tilted his large head.
...He immediately had a hunch.
Nike swallowed a sigh and said.
"Vania is alive."
Ratan was not intimidated by those words.
Tilt his head back the other way.
“...”
...I want to hit him.
Thinking that, Nike spoke once again.
“Vania is alive. Are you sure you won’t regret doing this right now?”
The silent demon beast, as if mocking Nike, stretched its head out forward this time.
Smirk.
Laughed.
"Ha..."
With a weary sigh, Nike grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist.
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