16 – form of love (5)

“Do you know an animal called a porcupine?”

A thick, stretchy piece of flesh. The resilience of a warrior on the battlefield was nowhere to be found in his cracked skin. The sharp needles made furrows and scratched the skin cracked in a plaid pattern due to overlapping desires and wrong choices over and over again.

“Ugh… ! ugh… !”

Baron Luke and Earl Maindall screamed in the tightly bound chains. It was because he couldn’t stand the sharpness of the needle scratching his flesh. This extreme anticipation was casual until the moment it arrived, and only after drawing a big picture did the human body have a talent for squeezing out red grains.

“What kind of animals are these, they are children with thorns on their bodies. It’s just like a man’s beard with thorns attached to it, isn’t it?”

Lena’s hand caught the face of Count Maindall, who was beating. The shaggy, unkempt beard pricked Lena’s arm like a porcupine’s thorns. Lena closed her eyes and savored the feel of his beard, giggling and flicking her wrists vigorously.

The face of the Count who had betrayed his country turned around to face the wide horizon below the castle walls. A handful of twilight was splendidly decorating the edge of the blue sky. It was dyed black like a shadow, and there were bumpy, angular curves like a beast’s teeth.

The houses and people that the Earl of Maindall had to be loyal to and take care of were wriggling in the small city. He took his eyes off the city and looked ahead again.

A warrior sitting with a sword hilt and his subordinates lying everywhere.

The adjutants standing bluntly and the commander looking at him with contempt.

And Lena, smiling as she touches the tip of a needle.

“By the way, the thorns on their bodies are not just thorns. These structures are so strange that they have sharp protrusions. So when stabbing like this, it’s easy to stab, but… … .”

“aaagh!”

A thorn dug into Count Maindall’s forearm. It was not very common to see one’s own flesh pierced in vain in front of one’s eyes and blood gushing out through the holes. The Count shook his head and vomited in pain, but Lena only wiggled the needle like a person with a straw in her drink.

“Oaaagh! aaagh! aaagh!”

Drops of blood leaked out.

The cross section of the rough needle leaked red blood through the crevices of the skin twisted here and there, soaking the floor. Lena said as she looked at the blood that even stained her fingers red.

“Warrior. I guess this count is not a traitor. They say traitors have no blood or tears, but they cry like children.”

The hero shook his head with his face hardened. It was a signal to Lena to stop playing around and spit out information quickly. Lena nodded and squeezed the needle tightly. The Count, whose eyes were red and his whole body trembled and struggled in pain, turned white at the sight of her savage hand movements.

“So, if you poke a needle, it goes in easily like this… … .”

holding the needle.

“When you pull it out, the flesh is torn off.”

“Quaaagh!”

Because it meant pulling out the needle.

Lena checked the white flesh on her cheeks and the red spots that colored her face like smallpox. The unreal shape of the arm with a hole in it was not a scene she would appreciate.

Lena nodded her head as she looked up at Earl Maindall’s wounds with a look of exaltation. The appearance of giving the hero a thumbs up was as if he was boasting that he was in good shape.

Then, holding the potion he had placed on the floor, he looked at the arm of Earl Maindall, which had been shattered as if a mole had dug it up. The green potion covered the wound with the pleasant scent of flowers, and the count trembled in fear as he watched the flesh reattach.

“ah… ! Ahh… … !”

“Count. I’m a back street man, but I’m not a savage. I’m ready to talk anytime. huh? What did you decide to do with the devil?”

Earl Maindall rolled his eyes. Cold sweat was pouring down like rain, and Baron Luke, who was next to him, closed his mouth tightly like a stuffed toy, killing his presence. He seemed to believe that after this moment, everyone could forget him and go back to their daily lives.

However, the baron’s wish was not heard anywhere.

Lena waved the needle lightly in front of Count Maindall, then turned to look at Baron Luke. Along with a relaxed smile, the doubled needles made Baron Luke tremble as if he had been electrocuted.

“Wouldn’t it be quicker to ask Mr. Uncle will put two in particular. Because it’s the second.”

“Ahhh… … !”

The same needle caught the light of the stars and glowed in a strange color. When Baron Luke was shadowed in front of the needle, his legs relaxed when he saw the rugged bumps on the surface of the needle. He was a poor person who was blinded by self-interest and betrayed the kingdom, but he was also a weak person who easily succumbed to a single needle in front of his eyes.

“what’s the matter? Are you willing to talk? If possible, hold on for a little while. I’m going to put three on that man.”

“I will tell you everything… ! My, please go, save my family.”

Hearing the man Luke’s plea, the Earl of Maindall nodded as well. Lena cast her gaze at the hero. Because it was not a matter for her to decide. Count Houllier was also looking at the hero with a solemn and serious face.

said the warrior.

“Where is your family now? Are you in the capital?”

One of the adjutants interrupted in a shrewd tone.

“I brought it with me when I came here. It seems that he intended to surrender with his family.”

Lena laughed because it was absurd. Count Houllier was trembling with anger, and Millet leaned against the castle wall and stared at it with a sad expression. The hero opened his eyes wide and looked at the Earl of Maindall.

“Is it true?”

“…..Yes.”

There was no way to hide it now. He couldn’t survive, and the more he didn’t cooperate with the investigation, the more likely his family would die. The count nodded his head broadly, and the hero sighed and sat back down in his chair.

“…What did you decide to get? What plan were you planning?”

“After emptying the castle by moving the soldiers in the castle to support other military camps. I planned to send a signal to the remaining soldiers. The enemy decided to occupy the fortress as soon as the signal came up.”

“What did you expect to receive in return?”

On the chest of the Earl of Maindal was a luxurious medallion given to the nobles of the kingdom. Next to it hung a bunch of ribbons he had received at social events and famous events. The moment when a human who ate the kingdom’s rust falls into a traitor in an instant. The red ribbon has become a worthless object of ridicule.

“Please speak. Countess of Maindall. What did you expect to receive in return?”

The hero was standing right in front of the Earl of Maindall. Eye light was pouring out of his blue eyes, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword had a strong force and the floor was digging. Lena whistled and backed away from the pressure she felt as well, and her adjutants murmured.

Faced with such a hero head-on, Count Meindall cried as his face was crushed like rotten moss, eyes downcast.

“Go, please save my family… … ! oh, i was scared… ! The demon king’s army engulfs the empire… ! The fact that they turned people into magic stones was so scary… . I-I’m afraid I’ll be trapped inside too… ! I was so scared… !”

The warrior’s expression was very cold. The hero said, looking down at Earl Maindall with a firm expression that the party members had never seen before.

“We fought to save the people who became magic stones, but you couldn’t overcome your fear and tried to betray everyone. I thought you were a good soldier.”

Disappointment and sorrow ran parallel and went straight in different directions. The hero’s complaints did not reach Count Meindall, and Count Meindall’s cry deflected from the hero’s chest and rang in the air.

“please… ! Please family… … ! Families don’t know anything… ! young son and wife! My family really has nothing to do with this betrayal!”

The time when we face each other and mix tears and laments.

One of the adjutants coughed and took a step back. He rummaged through his pockets and looked around the room, and after making sure that Count Houllier and Lena and everyone else were not paying attention to him, he was about to head for the castle wall.

“what?”

However, the golden eyes that sparkled in the dark and the long bowstring caught his foot and stopped his movement. Hearing her low, heavy voice, everyone’s eyes moved, and the adjutant stood there as if frozen and broke into a cold sweat.

“Where are you going?”

“Now, for a moment… … . Sa, I was on my way to see the situation.”

“What is that in your pocket?”

Millet’s gaze pointed to the adjutant’s pocket. The adjutant backed away in astonishment, as if he had pointed out his infatuation, and shouted in a cold sweat.

“Oh, nothing!”

“If nothing, show me.”

“Oh no!”

As the scuffle between the adjutant and Millet grew, the faces of Baron Luke and Earl Maindall turned white. Looking back and forth between her face pale as the full moon in the night sky and the restless lieutenant, Lena took out a dagger from her pocket and raised it.

“This, this… ! I really nothing… … !”

Then, he approached the adjutant behind his back and struck him in the neck with the hilt, easily knocking him out. Surprised to think that Lena had killed the aide-de-camp, Count Houllier and the warrior shook their shoulders, and Lena raised her mouth in a smile and rummaged through the aide-de-camp’s pockets.

There was one heavy pocket, inside which was a letter.

Lena opened the letter and snorted.

“They asked me to save my family, did you prepare everything in advance?”

In front of her as she opened the letter, Earl Maindall and Baron Luke bowed their heads and said nothing.

Even the hero couldn’t say anything with a hard expression.

[If you read this letter, get on your horse and run away immediately. Our plan has been exposed.]

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