Chapter 48: The Sinister Sword (1)
After giving her the bracelet, Sirien started crying, so I ended up staying with her a bit longer.
At first, I wondered if I had done sothing wrong. I was so flustered that I even thought maybe she saw the gift as an insult rather than a present.
For a brief mont, I nearly cursed the shopkeeper who sold the bracelet.
Fortunately, Sirien reassured that she was crying out of happiness.
The shopkeeper in my mind went from being a sworn enemy to a capable and kind salesperson again.
“Why are you crying if you like it so much?”
“I didn’t an to cry… It just happened all of a sudden.”
“Your face is a ss now, even though you did your hair so nicely.”
“Shut up. Just lend your arm again. If you make fun of for crying, I’ll hold a grudge forever.”
“I’m not making fun of you.”
It didn’t take long for Sirien to calm down.
Once her cheek, which had been resting softly on my collar, lifted, her expression quickly changed, and a smile spread across her face.
It was a smile that looked a little foolish yet purely innocent.
Just seeing such a bright smile made the bracelet worth every penny. Sirien hugged my arm, and I could hear her whisper clearly.
“Thank you. I’ll cherish it.”
“If I knew you’d like it this much, I would’ve bought it for you sooner.”
“There weren’t many chances until now, right? But I’m so happy right now.”
The way she held the bracelet close to her chest was truly beautiful.
Sirien reached up to the sky, making the bracelet sparkle, and then she fiddled with it in her hands, smiling bashfully.
After enjoying the gift to her heart’s content, it seed like it was ti to head back, so I got up.
Sirien, not wanting to show her tear-streaked face, covered it with a veil as she usually did.
“She must’ve been waiting inside for a long ti. Let’s go back now.”
“Okay.”
On the way back, sothing was different from when we first arrived at this street.
I started noticing won dressed provocatively and n with rough appearances.
Among them, there were so who looked like sewer rats—quite a few of them, actually.
We hadn’t walked far, yet I felt like I had already seen four of them.
They were hiding in places where they wouldn’t be easily spotted, but they couldn’t escape my eyes.
It seed like they were watching each passerby carefully.
Looking at them now, their intent seed pretty clear. They were probably searching for Isha.
Especially when they glanced at Sirien, their startled reactions were obvious.
Sirien had a similar build to Isha, and in this Requitas, young girls were a rare sight.
Naturally, she drew their attention.
They hadn’t started searching the street indiscriminately yet, but the situation might change soon.
Sure enough, before long, about four sewer rats blocked our path. Their intentions were as clear as day.
One of their filthy fingers pointed at Sirien.
“Hey, sorry to bother you, but could we take a quick look at that girl’s face?”
“I’d rather not show it to you.”
“Just once is enough. It’s not like it’ll wear out if we see it, right?”
“No, I’m not feeling it. I don’t know what you’re looking for, but get lost.”
My words made the sewer rat’s face contort in anger.
This ti, the stench of blood was strong on them.
It was even worse than the sll of the ones I’d encountered a while ago.
Back then, you could only sll it when you got close, but with these guys, the stench lingered even when they were just nearby.
I really didn’t like that sll. It kept bringing back unpleasant mories.
Two of them looked like they had so skill. Not extraordinary, but they seed to have so experience in real combat.
Of course, Isha’s current skills were also at a decent level.
They wouldn’t have sent out small fry alone. After all, I did kill three of them yesterday.
It wouldn’t be strange if they were more cautious now.
‘So, if I provoke these guys, will their higher-ups show themselves?’
These goons were sent out to find soone. They probably had a system in place to communicate if sothing happened.
If I stirred things up, the stronger thugs would undoubtedly co out.
Maybe then I could et soone worth my ti. But I had to be careful not to draw too much attention just yet.
I glanced at Sirien, but she gave no reaction.
Her silence was a form of agreent. If she didn’t want to get involved in a scuffle, she could have simply removed her veil.
Our saintess wasn’t that fussy.
“What’s so special about her face anyway? This street is full of—”
I didn’t need to hesitate any longer. I didn’t want to hear what he might say next in front of Sirien.
I grabbed his carefree face and slamd it into the ground. I didn’t kill him, but I didn’t hold back much either.
My intention was to put him out of commission for a few days, at least.
A bit of blood trickled onto the ground.
Was there a rock? I couldn’t guarantee he’d be fine when he woke up, but that wasn’t my concern.
He should’ve watched his tongue.
The guy next to him didn’t hesitate to draw his knife. It was a dagger he’d been carrying under his clothes.
As if I wouldn’t have noticed.
I snatched it away and sliced his finger.
It was the finger that dared to point at Sirien.
“Aaaargh!”
“You bastard! Do you know who we are?!”
“Yeah. Why don’t you tell who you are? I’ve been curious myself.”
It took about 10 minutes.
That was the ti it took for to deal with the four thugs and for Sirien to perform a “minor trick” before the rest of the sewer rats showed up.
I even sat down nearby to make it easy for them to find us, but it still took a while.
Ten minutes was enough ti for to think, “This chess ga with Sirien might be a lost cause.” I had never lost a ga in just 10 minutes... well, maybe once.
But the guys who showed up this ti were a more respectable bunch.
Their numbers had increased, and their quality had improved as well. The most noticeable were the two beastn, one lion and one bear.
Beastn were a race celebrated as rcenaries due to their superior physical abilities compared to humans.
Among them, those who took on the form of predators were almost naturally born killers.
With beastn inheriting the traits of the animals they resembled, predator-type beastn were practically living weapons.
Just from a glance, both of them were bigger than .
Even considering my age, I was already quite tall. I’d often seen such hulking figures tear through their enemies.
A bunch of an-looking faces moving together naturally created an intimidating atmosphere.
The people on the street began to part for them.
Now, if they ca up to and said sothing like, “We’ve got a score to settle,” they’d be indistinguishable from common thugs.
I was curious to see what their opening line would be.
“We’ve got a score to settle.”
“Well.”
“You’re laughing?”
The one who picked the fight first was the lion. I’d heard that feline beastn had nasty tempers.
Whether that was true or not, he seed more aggressive than the bear.
The lion looked furious, while the bear’s expression shifted into sothing more complex when he looked at us.
Was it complex? It was hard to read beastn’s expressions accurately. But that was the impression I got.
The lion grabbed my shoulder.
“No one has ever defied us in Requitas and lived to tell the tale.”
“And no one who’s ssed with has lived either. Well, actually, that’s not entirely true. A few are still alive, but I’ll be paying them a visit soon—they’re just a bit far away.”
“This bastard still doesn’t get it, does he?”
My dilemma was whether I should use my sword against these beastn.
Drawing my sword would likely result in excessive bloodshed, but not drawing it ant I’d have to deal with their formidable toughness.
Yeah. I didn’t really want to kill them.
What I wanted was to help Sirien carry out her “minor trick,” not to make sworn enemies right away.
At that mont, sothing caught my eye—a club hanging from the bear’s waist.
If I could just grab that and beat them with it, it would feel pretty satisfying.
I could save the conversation for the next group that showed up.
Just as I was about to reach for it, the bear let out a frightened sound.
“Could it be the Sinister Sword? Why is soone who should be at the Arctania Gate here?”
He had recognized and Sirien.
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[Saintess, Reverse Harems are Impure! Excerpt from Volu 11, Page 121]
One of the most challenging aspects of our confrontation with the Duke of Eilencia was the inability to gather rcenaries.
No rcenary in this empire wanted to fight against Count Bertus.
During the early stages of the war, we went to great lengths to recruit them. Their strength was crucial to bolstering our insufficient forces.
To counter the reluctance they might have about allying with demons, we offered them unprecedented terms.
The rewards we promised were so extravagant that no one but the Golden Duke could have even imagined offering them.
Yet, despite all this, the rcenaries steadfastly refused to oppose Count Bertus. Only a scant few responded to our summons.
- Saintess-nim, that man is like a legend among us rcenaries.
- Among those who’ve fought in the northern conflict zones, there isn’t a single soul who doesn’t know Hivras… and Count Bertus.
- Call us cowards if you must, but the thought of crossing swords with that man… we don’t even want to imagine it.
When Eilencia ’s holy forces crumbled, many rcenaries deserted the battlefield.
But by the end of the war, those who had dared to oppose Count Bertus could be counted on one hand.
To the rcenaries, Count Bertus was nothing short of a living nightmare.
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