Chapter 77: Blood Transfusion

Chapter 77: Blood Transfusion

“..What are you talking about?”

My voice turned cold without realizing it.

But Chris’s expression was more serious than ever.

She wasn’t talking nonsense.

As always.

She was just telling me the ‘words I truly needed.’

I know, I knew it, but.

That doesn’t mean I can understand it.

I bit my lip tightly and stared at Chris.

“It means exactly what it sounds like.”

“The, the King…”

I can’t even form the words.

I stared intently at her for a moment, then averted my gaze.

She’s crazy. How could she say something like that?

I can’t even defeat Scarlett, and I’m imprisoned here.

Kill the King.

“You’re insane…”

I muttered in a harsh voice without realizing it.

If it were my usual self, I would have laughed it off, saying ‘Don’t joke around.’

But I couldn’t laugh it off. It was too absurd.

I sighed deeply and shook my head.

“…No. Forget what I just said. I’m sorry.”

Then, with a creaking sound, I moved the wheelchair towards the bed.

I don’t want to hear it anymore.

Telling people to kill without hesitation.

And because the ones chasing me are because of the King, kill the King?

This kind of one-dimensional thinking is not helpful.

It’s not even worth listening to.

It’s like telling me to kill Scarlett to escape the mansion.

However, what Chris said next made me stop dead in my tracks.

“…If you stay like this, dying is only a matter of time.”

There was a strangely complex emotion in those words.

I bit my lip tightly.

“Then… what am I supposed to do?”

The emotions that had been building up over time, piercing through my dulled heart.

They began to flow out little by little.

My throat trembled, and heat rushed to my head.

Grinding my teeth, a sound of gnashing came out.

I turned the wheelchair and faced Chris.

“Calm down. What I’m saying is, it’s not that-“

“Then what is it? Trying to escape, I get my ankle cut off, a fucking vulva carved onto me, my tendons severed, and then I’m drugged and grinning like an idiot!!”

A scream burst out of me without realizing it.

At the same time, smoke began to billow from Chris’s hands.

That smoke enveloped the bed where Scarlett and Lucy were sleeping.

But nothing else caught my eye.

“And… and then..! Even if that’s the case… I don’t give up… I keep trying… I get punished… and try again, get punished…”

Thump, thump.

My face was hot from the intense heat.

Tears like raindrops fell from my blurred eyes.

My voice, even cracking, was trembling intensely.

“And… I tried to escape somehow… but I’m being targeted as some kind of offering I don’t even know about, and my life is being threatened!!”

But I raised my voice even louder to hide that.

My strained neck hurt, but I didn’t want her to see my weakness.

So she wouldn’t realize how foolish I was.

I wanted her to somehow not realize that I was just throwing a tantrum.

Tears streaming down, I screamed wildly.

I screamed, wailed with resentment, and raged.

And then.

“I, I… I haven’t done anything wrong… I, I haven’t done anything…”

Finally, with a hoarse voice, my hands trembled.

I know. I know Chris was always trying to help me.

I know that these meaningless wails and protests only make me feel more pathetic.

But the dam of emotions that burst out grew uncontrollably.

I poured out everything to Chris, who had a calm face: the resentment I felt towards someone, the anger I directed at Scarlett, the fear of possibly dying.

“Ha, haa.. Ha.. Keuk.. Heuk.. I… I don’t know anymore. I don’t know!! I don’t know anything!!”

Tears pouring down, I released all my remaining sorrow.

But even then, Chris said nothing.

She didn’t get angry, nor did she offer comfort.

She just slowly approached me.

Poof-

And hugged me.

That warm body temperature, that unpretentious gesture, felt like it was piercing my heart.

The tears I had held back for so long poured out like bleeding.

Like draining bad blood, it hurt but felt refreshing.

“Keuk, huaaaang..”

I just sobbed heartbrokenly, clinging to Chris.

It’s so pathetic.

I got angry by myself, screamed by myself, cried by myself, unable to control myself.

And in the end, I’m clinging to Chris, acting like a child and throwing a tantrum.

And so, I cried profusely like an idiot for a long time.

****

“Keuk, kkeuk..”

“…Are you feeling a little calmer?”

“Thanks… to you.”

I feel ashamed.

She stroked my cheek with a gentle expression.

At that incredibly soft reaction.

I lowered my head and covered my face.

Idiot. Moron. Bastard. Fucking bastard. Crazy bastard. Dumbass. Loser.

Why did I do that? Why did I really do that?

Countless self-recriminations flashed through my mind.

I have no face to see Chris. How well she’s treated me all this time.

How can I say such things to my benefactor just because I’m a little pissed off?

Perhaps because all the pent-up emotions were washed away.

My mood felt lighter.

For some reason, she found my reaction amusing.

She chuckled and handed me a handkerchief.

“Wipe your face. It’s been a while since I gave you this.”

“I’m sorry… I’m truly sorry…”

I apologized repeatedly and carefully accepted her handkerchief.

I must have been crazy. What if Scarlett had woken up from me screaming at the top of my lungs?

Thanks to Chris’s witty improvisation, things worked out relatively well.

But otherwise, it would have been a disaster.

“Huu.. I must have really lost my mind…”

“It’s okay. Honestly, your mental state was such that it could have exploded at any moment. You held on quite well, actually.”

To turn this into praise like this.

I felt small compared to her god-like character.

What incredible magnanimity!

Chris watched me for a moment as I wiped my tears and calmed down.

Then, judging that I had stabilized enough.

She opened her mouth.

“…So, about killing the King earlier.”

“Uh, um… I was too agitated earlier. What were you saying?”

“To be precise… it’s not about killing him ‘directly.'”

“Yes..?”

What is it?

If it’s about killing the King, isn’t that the only way?

Chris provided a supplementary explanation to my slight confusion.

“Mentally, it’s about killing him.”

“Mentally..?”

“Yes. Honestly, it’s impossible to kill the King physically.”

She added, “Literally.”

Well, even though he’s weak now after losing his wife.

In his prime, the King was a master swordsman skilled in both magic and martial arts.

It wasn’t for nothing that he became King, surpassing his formidable brothers.

Strength and intellect.

He was a King who possessed both.

Of course, his intellect has declined now.

Chris raised her finger and continued speaking.

“The Queen’s corpse.”

And then.

“Bring that, and destroy it. Without the corpse, the King will lose his obsession with the offering and life.”

She spoke of something still absurd, but ‘not impossible.’

“Th-That’s…”

She was right, indeed.

The reason I’m being targeted is entirely due to the ‘resurrection of the Queen.’

Without the corpse, the resurrection ritual cannot be performed.

And someone who is obsessively fixated on something will crumble when their blindly believed goal disappears.

Of course, that madness could also erupt even more fiercely.

But if I can buy time in between, it doesn’t matter.

The important thing is to eliminate the maximum threat and escape.

Certainly, if I can prevent the King’s resurrection ritual.

I can be removed from the suspect list, at least.

Swallowing dryly, I looked at Chris with a slightly tense expression.

“Then, how… do we do that?”

She smiled and raised her finger.

“We need magic. Magic that can accurately transport the mass of one person.”

She answered with a confident voice.

****

“Mmm..”

“Cecil. Is something wrong?”

“Ah, no.”

In response to Scarlett’s question, I shook my head.

She tilted her head for a moment.

Then she put a piece of steak in my mouth, saying “Ahh.”

Chewing the meat.

Again, a tingling sensation in one part of my head.

It feels similar to when I drank Lucy’s arousal fluid.

What on earth is it? Did they put something in the new sauce?

I can’t drink Lucy’s arousal fluid often because Scarlett is watching.

However, I take this sauce every day.

I feel like my condition is improving faster than I thought.

I was able to finish my breakfast quickly this morning, as usual.

It’s a relief that my appetite has returned a bit lately.

Before, my mind was hazy and my spirit was broken.

I didn’t even know if I was eating through my nose or my mouth.

Creak-

After finishing the meal, Scarlett immediately went downstairs.

She was gone for a moment.

Then, she approached me with a very familiar medicine.

It’s that medicine.

The medicine that makes me feel great, but also makes me feel terrible afterwards.

A dangerous drug that burns the future to enjoy the present.

Normally, I would be drooling and sticking out my tongue.

No, actually, my lower abdomen is still throbbing and burning, and I can’t stand it.

“Here, you ate, so… take your medicine too.”

Scarlett placed the medicine on her tongue and tried to kiss me.

I turned my head and refused the kiss.