"Never miss it!! There it is!!"
"Don't force yourself in, just hold on to your ankles! The urgent thing is over there!! We just need to take our time!"
The mercenaries shouted at the top of their voices. Their shouts rang out clearly even as heavy rain fell.
The arrow flew by and hit my shoulder, and the numb pain made me frown.
These guys continue to attack and defend while maintaining a close gap.
However, on the way here, I killed five more mercenaries.
There are now about six left.
I just killed two, so there are four left.
The female assassin who blocked my path also caught my eye.
"You can't pass through here-"
The moment I entered the intersection, I grabbed his head and threw him into a tree far away.
Now three.
While running through the heavy rain, a cabin came into view. A half-open door. It meant that someone had broken in.
"…!"
'…No, no, no, no.'
I shake my head wildly, erasing all ominous delusions.
Amelia is my last hope.
If I lose her… I probably won't be able to stay sane.
The sharpened sense of reason begins to break with a thud.
Is it because I've been alone for so long? If not, is it just because I love Amelia so much?
Yoosung broke down the front door and went inside without hesitation, as if he had made a promise.
And there, I found the guy holding Amelia's hair, who was covered in blood and was being viciously tortured.
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His appearance is like that of a bloodthirsty person covered in red blood.
Clea met Yoosung's brightly shining eyes through the dried black blood and said with a proud smile.
"What are you? Is this your first time seeing a criminal being interrogated?"
"…"
"It would be better to turn it off when you are quiet. Or should I make you like him?"
Clea, with a bright smile, lifted Amelia's long hair.
"Ugh…Ugh, Yooseong!!!"
Amelia, who saw his pitiful appearance, became the flagship.
His face was pale and tired, and he was more worried than relieved that he had arrived.
What if he was permanently injured like he was? Because I really felt like my heart was going to break.
"You should run away too!"
Amelia quickly turned her head towards Yoosung and cried out desperately.
Yoosung's body flinched in response to Amelia's shout.
However, Amelia's body is in a mess, full of stab wounds and shallow cuts, and burns caused by the hot Aura.
It was a sign of numerous tortures.
"…Hmm, what are you? Stand still and not react. Are you so scared that you can't even speak? Or are you shocked that your slave is being treated like this?"
"…!"
"No, it works…! Yoosung, Clea is provoking her now, hurry… hurry… please… run… go."
Amelia was startled by Yoosung's actions as he took a step toward her.
But strangely enough.
It hurt.
Every time I think about him leaving like this. A selfish thought suddenly passes through my mind.
'…Please, don't go… Do you want me to?'
To think he's falling.
It's torn.
It felt like my heart was being torn into a thousand pieces.
I didn't want to fall into the shooting star.
Deep down, I was glad that he sacrificed himself for me and that he came to me in person in the end. I was happy. It was hope.
However. It is impossible.
Amelia is a wanted criminal. It is also a body that is being chased by the state.
Wherever you go, you will be enemies, you will not be able to settle down, and you will live a life of rock bottom.
If Yoosung runs away from this place now, he will never be able to meet him like this.
There were even rumors that he had rebelled and betrayed himself.
The vulgar body and irresistible words of a woman are miserable.
She might cry like a bitch while being crushed under countless prisoners.
Or, you could be taken away by the guards and do something bad.
However, I couldn't live by relying on him.
Because even now, there is someone threatening his life like this.
"Hmm… That's the kind of relationship we have."
Clea, who was watching this, blurted out a word as if to be kind.
"Hey, that ugly guy over there. Go see. This whore is letting you go because she loves you. Tsk tsk,"
"…"
She let out a mocking laugh and moved the tip of her sword up and down a few times. It was a gesture to leave the room.
"…Yuseongㅡ,"
Amelia lowered her head.
I looked at myself reflected in a piece of glass.
A body covered in dust, cuts, and burns, and a face covered in large scars.
Unlike the wife of an ordinary family that she had dreamed of, she looked like a mercenary who had been in trouble for 10 years.
Even when I think about it, I hate this body so much.
It's pathetic, and now it's dirty.
My hands were shaking, feeling so helpless that I couldn't even say a single word I wanted to say. Tears welled up.
In my head, the feeling that I wanted him not to go and the feeling that I wanted him to live were going back and forth.
I wish he were by my side. If he stays here, he dies. You will definitely die.
Amelia just closed her eyes.
"…"
When he came to his senses, he had already found himself on the floor, stabbing Clea's arm with chopsticks and escaping from her embrace.
At that moment, the thought of what would happen after doing this made her feel dizzy. There was someone I wanted to protect even after bearing all that trauma.
"Ha…"
I was desperate.
She wanted to become a devoted wife and repay the person who saved her life for the rest of her life.
I tried to forget the dirty past and live a new life as his wife.
"Ugh…!"
I was crying and blood was pouring out from between my lips.
My vision is shaking and my legs are shaking, but I don't have the courage to fall down.
To myself. Because I no longer had the right or value to do so.
My heart is pounding, my breathing is quickening, and my hands are shaking with impatience.
I was nervous.
In this state.
It was not easy for him to muster the courage to rebel against the person who had tormented him his whole life, with his body in such disarray that he could no longer even lift a sword.
Because I still couldn't believe it.
Between the two narrow gaps, a heavy silence settled down.
However, at some point the tremors began to disappear.
Because she had a duty to protect the person who allowed her to live this insignificant life.
Clea, who realized that he was serious, burst into laughter as if it were absurd.
"Ha, you're going to block my sword with just one iron stick?"
I heard the sound of a sharp blade cutting into my skin.
The sparkling silvery blue-silver hair was disheveled in the swirling wind.
"…"
At the fingertips, there is minimal sensation.
Is this the end?
What happens to Yoosung after this?
That was the moment I was thinking that.
Amelia raised her head in the direction the voice came from.
There, Yoosung with a familiar face was clenching his fist.
Without even thinking about it, I held on to Clea's sword face.
The wide-open eyes and exposed veins that made him no longer angry when talking about his past proved this.
According to common sense. I had to stop him.
Clea was an elite among the elite, even though she was pushed down to fourth place. The glory of the past was not going anywhere.
Amelia fell in love with her right away and managed to maintain her place in 10th place.
An opponent that even you cannot guarantee victory in a one-on-one match. Continuing the battle while seriously injured and covered in blood was tantamount to suicide.
Now, he could have been caught up in Amelia's pressure and was stepping forward.
– Chijijijik.
"What, are you kidding me? Grab an Auror user's sword with your bare hands?"
"…"
A little bit of acrid smoke was coming out of Yoosung's hand.
A situation where you could really die, looking at the crackling current flowing. Even if he couldn't do it, it wouldn't be strange if all his fingers were cut off.
Amelia's eyes widened.
Amelia rushed out and clung to Yoosung's arms.
Yet, her large breasts were so elastic that they flopped once in his arms.
Even more than that, Amelia was pulling Yoosung's arm in the other direction with all her might.
"Hurry, hurry and let go! What are you doing! Then, Yoosung's hand…"
However. The expressions of the two women, excluding Yoosung, become increasingly hard.
In that silence, it was Clea who first looked embarrassed.
-Even though I pulled and pulled it, it didn't even show any sign of moving, like a sword stuck in a fixed rock.
"....Well, what is it? The sword won't fall out."
And then Yooseong grabbed her shoulder and with a loud thump, he crushed Clea's shoulder with one hand and burst it. At the same time, her life as a prosecutor ended.
"Aaaaa!! You, you…!! What are you doing…!!! This guy… I haven't even heard of him…!!!"
Yoosung, who began to trample on the terrified Clea, spoke as if he were making a rant.
"You can't kill nicely."
Yoosung, who spoke expressionlessly, started by breaking Clea's wrist.
"Aaaaa!!"
Clea, screaming in immense pain, began to struggle on the floor like a live fish.
It didn't take long for her life to end.