Chapter 186: Cecil’s Regression Corruption Master-Servant Reversal Side Story – The Penetrating Flower (1)

Chapter 186: Cecil’s Regression Corruption Master-Servant Reversal Side Story – The Penetrating Flower (1)

“H-Hiiik!!”

The man’s terrified groan reached my ears.

He was shedding tears profusely.

The other burly men were also trembling all over, wetting themselves.

But there was no mercy.

I let out a faint sigh and raised the longsword in my right hand.

And with it, I struck down the neck of the man in front.

Still, I swung my sword once to confirm if he was properly dead.

Twice.

Thrice.

Four, five, six, seven times.

Even though blood splattered all over my body and the bitter taste of blood spread on my face, my swordplay didn’t stop.

The men beside me were begging for their lives, but.

It wasn’t enough to stop me.

“Haaah…”

And after dozens more sword swings.

I exhaled hot breath and gazed at the completely mangled corpses.

It was a gruesome sight.

Flesh of all kinds was scattered everywhere, and entrails and eyeballs mixed to create a nauseating spectacle.

Yet, my heart felt no particular disturbance.

Am I starting to break down?

Thump.

Thinking that, my legs gave out, and I dropped the longsword, collapsing on the spot.

My hollow eyes no longer shed a single tear.

The moonlight shone down, the longsword stained with blood.

It was after completing 999 regressions to kill Scarlett.

****

“Mmm…”

I felt the slightly rough and hard texture of leather on the back of my head.

I let out a small sound and then slowly got up.

It was quite unpleasant that my cheeks smelled of blood, probably because I hadn’t washed it off yesterday.

Just because I left the murder scene doesn’t mean the blood I was covered in disappears.

‘I want to wash my body…’

Suddenly, I moved towards a small stream nearby.

Splash, splash, I washed my face with uncharacteristically loud water sounds.

As the smell of blood faded, I felt a slight improvement in my damp mood.

I sat down and washed the blood off the longsword with water.

Normally, I should use oil, but I have no oil to clean my sword.

The men I killed yesterday also didn’t have any tools to maintain their swords.

Well, they were just random bandits who attacked me the moment I possessed this body.

Of course, they wouldn’t have such professional tools.

I washed myself adequately and lightly filled my stomach with preserved food looted from the men.

As the discomfort and hunger were resolved, strength naturally flowed into my body.

It provided the impetus to get up to some extent.

Shall I get going now?

By the time I thought that, the sun was slowly passing overhead.

My destination was Scarlett’s mansion.

Soon, I will kill her.

And then, I will be freed from that damned mansion and Scarlett.

Who would have known?

That the regression ability, which I initially thought was salvation, had instead become a shackle holding me back.

The suicide methods I had attempted in the past slowly flashed through my mind.

The first time I died was when I was digging the prison floor with a spoon.

At that time, when I was chasing a futile thing after eating that damned fairy meat.

When I thought I could finally escape.

I tasted despair greater than anyone else and gained the ability to regress.

I didn’t know why such an absurd thing was bestowed upon me.

But at that time, I was too desperate and too weak to question it.

As soon as I figured out how to regress, I committed suicide by stabbing myself in the neck with the broken spoon.

And when I opened my eyes, I was being chased by bandits who were after my body.

During the chase, I twisted my ankle and was crushed by horse hooves, meeting my second death.

When I came back to life for the third time, I died from bandit swords.

The fourth time, I died with my head impaled after futile resistance.

The fifth time, my spirit broke, and I ran away, only to die with my chest impaled.

The sixth time, I begged and cried for my life, but before being raped, I bashed my head against a rock and committed suicide.

And the seventh. The eighth.

The ninth. The tenth.

The eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth, fourteenth.

Fifteenth, sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth, nineteenth.

Dying, dying, begging, dying, crying, begging, resisting, dying, committing suicide, being murdered.

Until I realized that with each death, the skills and accumulated power from before death were accumulated, I experienced countless more deaths.

And I beat the bandits with all my might, and died.

This time, I beat the horses with a little more strength, and died.

By the time I gained enough strength to knock down a horse with my fists, I was able to snatch a bandit’s longsword.

Of course, at that time, I died immediately from another bandit’s sword.

Around the 500th death and resurrection, I heard a voice from somewhere.

‘If you kill the person who made you like this, you can escape this cycle.’

I think that’s when I developed a sense of purpose.

Of course, there were also times when Scarlett intervened and wiped out all the bandits.

But I knew better than anyone what would happen if I followed her, so I committed suicide.

By the time I could kill two bandits with a single sword, I was able to.

I smiled and pierced my chest with the sword.

And how many more times did I die?

Eventually, it was the bandits who were dying, not me.

“Hyu…”

I shook off my thoughts and lightly let down my hair under the bright sun.

My long brown hair fluttered, and my mind was surprisingly calm.

No. Rather, my body was filled with an inexplicable excitement, to the point of pounding.

Scarlett.

I don’t know how many times I’ve uttered her name amidst countless deaths.

The person I must kill, the person I must die for, the person I hate enough to die for.

I slowly walked forward, gripping the sword tightly.

What I feel so desperately is.

A strange sense of exhilaration and anticipation.

****

Thud.

She knelt on the floor without much resistance.

“Haa, haa…”

My rough breaths escaped my mouth, a result of the recently ended battle.

I gazed at Scarlett, who was lying on the floor bleeding from her arm, with bloodshot eyes.

“Huk… Hu… Haa…”

I can’t seem to catch my breath evenly.

What I was hit with was just a binding magic.

A feeling of weakness spread throughout my body, making it impossible to stand straight.

But I must stand.

If I collapse here, I won’t be able to enjoy the victory I gained through hardship after about 130 more regressions.

‘I might still have some strength left…’

Scarlett was strong.

Several times stronger than me, who had accumulated experience through over a hundred battles.

Therefore, it’s too early to be intoxicated with joy over a victory.

I brought my sword to her slender neck.

Even though she was destined to die soon, Scarlett’s smile didn’t disappear.

She was bleeding from her arm, and surely didn’t have the strength to stand.

What is the meaning of that still triumphant attitude?

It was the same before.

In all the battles so far, Scarlett never lost her smile.

There was even an experience where I cornered her.

Even then, Scarlett didn’t lose her smile.

As if she knew something I didn’t.

As if she could see through all my thoughts, I felt goosebumps crawl down my spine.

A feeling of being exposed.

I felt like something bad would happen if I didn’t finish her off quickly.

Tap.

A bead of sweat dripped from my cheek onto my shoe.

I swallowed hard and tightened my grip on the sword.

The blade was tilted upwards, and a cold light scattered in the mansion’s lights.

And the sword, which flew with great momentum-

Cut through the air.

****

“If you do anything foolish, I’ll kill you. Understand?”

Nod.

Scarlett nodded, as if finding it amusing.

Her not saying anything while looking me in the eye made me feel somewhat teased.

This is her room, which smells nice.

I casually tossed the slightly scorched longsword next to the bed and tied her up.

‘I’m crazy, I’m crazy.’

Those thoughts kept swirling in my mind.

I still don’t understand why I put away my sword in that situation earlier.

Wasn’t she the enemy I wanted to kill so badly after dying hundreds of times?

She kidnapped me, locked me in a dungeon, and fed me fairy meat with hallucinogenic properties, just because she liked me.

Moreover, this damned regression would only end if I killed her.

For some inexplicable reason, I bandaged Scarlett’s arm and brought her to the room.

This is the first time in my life I haven’t been able to understand myself.

“Thank you for the treatment. But you know you’re not supposed to wrap a bandage like that, right?”

“I don’t know, so shut up… I told you I’d kill you if you did anything unnecessary.”

My head was already complicated, and Scarlett’s chattering was irritating.

After snapping at her roughly, I sat there and blankly thought about my next plan.

First, I succeeded in incapacitating Scarlett.

Even if I use magic, magic in this world is basically based on the concept of the palm being the muzzle of a gun.

If you tie your hands and cover them with something like cloth, magic won’t come out.

This has eliminated a lot of the threat.

However, while Scarlett and I were fighting, all the servants in the mansion also fled.

And it’s unlikely that any bold mercenaries would come to kill me for a country noble like her.

Honestly, it’s doubtful whether the money to hire such mercenaries could even be obtained from this mansion.

I stared blankly at Scarlett lying disheveled on the bed.

Red, long hair, a pure and innocent aura.

My gaze involuntarily fell on her slender, long legs.

No, no.

Why am I suddenly like this?

Overwhelmed by a sudden impulse, I shook my head back and forth, frowning.

‘My heart is pounding so hard…’

Is it perhaps the excitement from the fierce battle earlier finally catching up?

My gaze involuntarily turned to the open front of my clothes.

My breasts aren’t that large, but I felt them swell and fill, stimulating my lust.

Her skin looked white and smooth, and I imagined it would smell incredibly good.

I wanted to fill those red eyes with a pathetic emotion, not with leisurely teasing.

As such dangerous thoughts filled my mind, my body was swept by impulse.

My hand reached out and grabbed Scarlett’s soft breast firmly.

If.

If, really.

If I had known that a strange scent was lingering in the room.

I would have cut off her head right there.