Chapter 383

Chapter 383

For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used.

Episode 383: Observation

Around the time Yandel’s group finished their dungeon raid, which had its share of problems but was generally harmonious, hell was unfolding for someone.

“Aaaaaaaagh!!!”

The rough, rugged floor of the basement. A middle-aged man with a portly figure tumbled across it.

One of his legs was roughly severed as if someone had torn it off, and his hands had large holes drilled through them, with only a few fingers dangling precariously.

He tried to stand with his remaining leg, but humans are not creatures capable of moving quickly after losing three limbs.

In the end, the middle-aged man… the former Count Kipros, could only crawl on the ground, his knees breaking.

But how could he not know that this was a futile effort?

He simply had no other choice.

Although he had been stripped of his title and exiled, his hidden slush funds had not been taken away. Thus, he had bought a mansion on the outskirts of Crasius and hired guards, living a reasonably decent life, even if it wasn’t as good as before.

Suddenly, Carla had stormed in, slaughtered all the guards, and tracked him down to the basement, which even his wife didn’t know about, throwing him into hell.

Thump.

“Kaaaaaaagh!!!”

As the tentacles dug into his wounds, Kipros squirmed and screamed. Carla, looking down at him, wore a twisted smile.

“It’s amazing. Even though I’ve done this once before, it’s still so enjoyable.”

A dual voice, both alluring enough to captivate even renowned saints and filled with childlike innocence.

Perhaps he sensed the malicious joy within, or perhaps he realized there was no escape and no way to survive.

Kipros, burying his head in the muck of dust and his own blood on the floor, shouted, his veins bulging.

“Wh-why are you doing this to me?! What did I do wrong?! We had no bad blood between us in the first place!”

“That’s not wrong. You couldn’t buy me in this world, right?”

“What…?”

Kipros paused, taken aback by her tone, as if she had come from another world.

But his questions would never be answered. This beautiful yet cruel monster didn’t seem to feel the need to explain.

Kipros would suffer and die miserably.

Like most people, his fate was decided beyond his reach.

Kipros’s face turned white as he realized this. But Carla didn’t care in the slightest.

She simply stepped on his back, wearing an alluring smile.

“Hehehehe. Looking at you like this, you look like the vermin you love so much. Livestock below humans, toys to play with, and discarded. Bugs to be crushed at any time… is this how it felt?”

“Wh-what?”

He had long since realized that the Carla before him was not the Carla he had once tried to bid on.

Although the imperial edict had not yet arrived, the Carla he knew couldn’t sprout tentacles from her back.

In the first place, if she had degenerated to this extent, Yandel, who was closest to her, wouldn’t have stood idly by.

Kipros couldn’t bring himself to like Yandel, who had snatched his target, and had even briefly considered suppressing him with force…

But regardless, he didn’t doubt that Yandel was a hero.

However, he couldn’t just brush off the words she had just spoken.

Because… those were the words he always used when he played with slaves in the basement.

“Now I get it! You’re one of the slaves I used and threw away! You couldn’t have escaped, so did you survive among those I thought were dead and thrown out?”

“Hmm.”

Carla seemed to have forgotten her previous mention of another world and spoke with a voice full of conviction.

“Since your body was so broken, they probably fixed it and made it into your current face! It’s well-known that Duke Lindelheit is weak to his women! Did you think he would expose a weakness if you looked the same?”

“…Duke Lindelheit?”

Carla’s eyebrows twitched at the name she thought she would never hear again. But Kipros seemed to interpret it in a completely different way.

“Yes! Duke Yandel Lindelheit! He will kill you, you witch! Just because you wear a different skin doesn’t mean you’ve become someone else! The past doesn’t change! You’re still tainted by me–”

Thwack!

Before Kipros could finish his sentence, his head was pierced and exploded by a tentacle.

“Ah.”

Carla, unable to restrain herself and kill Kipros in one go, sighed.

“I should have tormented him more… what a shame.”

Then, looking down at the twitching corpse with cold eyes, she swung her tentacles.

Slash!

Tearing apart even the remaining body as if she wouldn’t leave it intact, Carla muttered quietly.

“The past doesn’t change, huh… I know that best.”

Carla’s body was newly created based on the Carla of this world.

Although it had grown rapidly, it was essentially a newborn baby. Even the broken mana core could be recreated if needed.

But her mind was different.

Carla still remembered the sweet, drug-laced scent of this basement. She remembered the rough texture of the floor that had scraped her back and knees, and she clearly remembered the moment her heart was breaking.

Kipros was impotent, but he was also a sadistic pervert.

So her revenge was just beginning.

She hated those who had pushed her into hell. She hated people with happy families. She hated lovers who believed in love. She hated those who had what she didn’t. She hated the world.

She simply hated and hated, and couldn’t bear it.

She wouldn’t stop until either the world broke or she herself broke.

“…But I don’t need to break people who are already broken.”

Nodding to herself, Carla approached the door where she had sensed a presence.

Creak.

The thick iron door opened, revealing a naked, emaciated woman with a leash around her neck.

Crouched in the corner, she reflexively crawled towards Carla on all fours as someone entered.

No, she had no choice, as her arms and legs had been severed at the elbows and knees.

Approaching without caring that the roughly tied bandages were soaking with blood, she forced her stiff waist to sway, like a dog wagging its tail.

The result of violence, starvation, and brainwashing through drugs.

The bruises all over her body and the blurred eyes, as if trying to ignore reality, were the proof.

Licking Carla’s instep as she was trained to do, regardless of whether the other person was Kipros or someone else.

Carla knelt on one knee and stroked the head of the woman who had been raised like livestock.

Her expression was so benevolent that it was hard to believe she had just brutally murdered Kipros and his men without batting an eye.

Even the sensuality that always surrounded her had disappeared, and Carla, who resembled a saint, asked in a low voice.

“Your master is dead.”

“Woof! Woof!”

“What do you want to do? If you want to get out of here, I’ll let you out. If you want revenge, I’ll help you as much as I can. Ah, I’m sorry, but I killed Count Kipros first.”

“Woof…”

“So you don’t have to make dog noises anymore… oh? Is it because your tongue was cut off that you can only make those sounds?”

Carla nodded, examining the woman’s lips.

“It’ll be hard for you to say complicated things, so I’ll ask you questions you can answer with yes or no. Blink once for yes, twice for no.”

Carla gently cradled the woman’s face, staring into her eyes. As if to see through something, or to reassure her.

Carla, wearing a gentle smile, asked in a calm voice.

“Do you want to live?”

“……”

The woman, who had been fidgeting restlessly, stopped all movement for a moment. And a slight glint shone through her cloudy eyes.

After a long deliberation, the woman slowly, but with clear intent, blinked twice.

Carla, wearing a sad smile, hugged the woman lightly and whispered.

“It won’t hurt.”

At the same time, Carla’s tentacles wrapped around the woman.

Crack.

The woman’s body slumped lifelessly with the sound of something breaking.

After gently laying down her corpse, who had died instantly without even having time to scream, she headed to the next room.

Carla faced all the slaves who were imprisoned with a reverent attitude, like a pilgrim.

And she killed them all with her own hands.

Only a painless death was the greatest kindness she could show to those who were as broken as herself.

Finally, Carla looked at the room where she had been imprisoned. Of course, there was no sign of anyone inside.

But why? Carla opened the last door, which was tightly closed, without even realizing it.

Creak.

“This is…”

The inside was filled with things that Carla didn’t expect.

All sorts of tools for torture and perverted pleasure were nowhere to be found, and only a desk and a pile of documents greeted her.

Wondering if he had even worked here, Carla picked up a random document and read it out of curiosity.

Before long, her lips curved into a languid smile.

“This is interesting.”

The documents piled up in this room contained the records of Yandel and this world’s Carla.

The lingering attachment that couldn’t completely abandon Carla, and the investigation content containing Kipros’s resentment towards Yandel, who had taken away his well-lived title and exiled him.

It detailed everything from the moment he entered the academy with a slave to becoming Duke Lindelheit.

“Duke Lindelheit, huh? I was wondering what happened, but this is good.”

Carla said, sitting in front of the desk.

It was a full day later when Kipros’s mansion was destroyed by a bizarre cluster of tentacles.