Episode 133
Translator : Missme
Editor : Aru
âShit, what was the problem?â
Inner Seacomert supported the splint and looked down at his right wrist, whining with a white bandage.
He frowned his brows. The pain still seemed to come up.
âCrazy woman.â
When Princess Lydia hit him mercilessly in the wrist at a jewellery store during the day, he was astonished.
There was also a question. Why?
At this rate, his opponent really hates him. Why? Why doesnât she like him like the other girls?
He remembered her saying that she had someone in mind. But it was that and this was this.
He thought wealth and beauty were all the best for women. So, of course, wouldnât that be the case?
Why is there such a saying as a flower of both hands? Itâs such a precious flower that you couldnât find anywhere else.
âDamn, it was wrong to try to seduce her in the first place. She was blind enough not to recognize a handsome man like me.â
Inner Seacomert was confident of getting all the women in the world, but the blind and the lunatic were exceptions.
He decided to relax and think Princess Lydia was an exception.
There is no lingering regret. Yeah, well, heâs achieved his goal anyway. The process is no big deal. The important thing is the results.
At this time, the old man asked questions to Inner Seacomert, who was lost in his own thoughts.
âBut Inner, what happened to that wrist?â
âYes?â
âI donât think itâs an ordinary injury. Is it broken?â
âOh, this isâ¦â
Inner Seacomert blurted out his words. He seemed to be pondering for a moment while looking at the floor, then he came up with an answer.
ââ¦â¦.during the battle, by mistake.â
âSuch a thing.â
The old man clicked his tongue loudly.
He seemed worried or rather harsh.
âYou need to take care of yourself because weâre ahead of the big event.â
âI have no excuse.â
Inner Seacomert bowed his head silently.
But his mind was busy. He recalled the day when his right wrist was broken.
Inner Seacomert was not injured during the battle, as he claimed.
He was attacked by an unidentified assailant.
He was on his way home as usual after stopping at a bar he often went to.
As he entered a deserted alley, some masked men suddenly appeared and attacked him.
Of course, he resisted, but it was useless. His opponents were like men who were engaged in violence or murder.
His skill was excellent, and his escort fainted before he could get them.
Inner Seacomert rolled his head hard, drunk in his thoughts. Money? A robbery for money?
But the assailants had this conversation with each other over the helpless Inner Seacomert.
âWasnât the order to kill him?â
âDumb ass. Itâs not that, itâs just the right wrist.â
âOh, right. Shall we cut it then?â
âThey ask us not to make any hassle. If you cut it off then itâll become a hassle.â
âAhâ¦â¦then Iâll have to break it.â
âYes, thatâs right.â
Inner Seacomert almost lost his mind when he heard the conversation they were talking in a nonchalant voice.
If he had been a little bit drunker, heâd really lost his mind.
However, fortunately, because the reason remained, he couldnât show up to that extent.
Instead, he had to feel relatively sober and in pain when his wrist breaking.
Kergggggh.
âUggh!â
âInner, are you all right?â
ââ¦Oh, yeah. Iâm fine.â
Inner Seacomert touched his forehead with the back of his hand. He didnât even move from his seat, but heâs sweated.
It was a cold sweat.
Inner Seacomert bites the flesh inside his lips gently.
Who the hell were they? What were they doing? Who was the target of the ritual?
He told Princess Lydia that he saw the criminal in the Dukedom, but it was a complete lie.
In fact, Inner Seacomert had so many grudges that he couldnât even pick out the suspects properly.
He was human trash, but he was surprisingly aware of his own.
Damn it. Just thinking about the time when they broke his wrist like a dog making him cursed on his own. Still, it was an unexpected blessing in disguise, as he benefited from his broken wrist.
âYou must not be feeling well. Youâll have to go in today. Tomorrow is an important day.â
âThank you for your consideration.â
âYou have to keep this in mind.â
The old man added a few words to Inner Seacomert.
âYou must succeed tomorrow. If the Duke of Widgreen returns after any further delay, then we cannot guarantee it. Do you understand?â
Inner Seacomert nodded firmly.
âYes, I understand.â
***
I felt a little better after writing Inner Seacomert on the death note.
To be more precise, it was refreshing to imagine that the opponent was divided into 108 pieces while writing six letters of the name on the death note.
âWhen Ash gets back, youâre done.â
A kill list. Death Note, or a collection of humans to be destroyed to Ash.
I wouldnât use this kind of thing if I could do it. As long as his name is written here, the opponent will die no matter what.
He wonât even die in fine conditions. I wrote every detail when he held me by the wrist twice, that he stalked me and even threatened me.
ââ¦â¦.â
â¦â¦Should I take it out a little?
Yeah, even if a person dies, I should preserve his bone powder after his death.
At least as much as the body, so that the Inner Seacomertâs soul can properly go to the underworldâ¦â¦.
âLady, I hear you have a place to go out today.â
Then Bessie knocked and called me. I pulled myself up with a death note that I was agonizing over the correction.
âThatâs right, Bessie. Thank you.â
âAnd where are you going to go?â
Bessie asked, looking at my outfit. I checked my dress.
The long-sleeved dress that fastens all the way to the neck. Gloves that go up to the wrist. A coat, a veiled hat.
âJust, I thought Iâd go see a play with someone I know.â
âA play? Sounds good.â
Bessie didnât ask me why I was so tight.
Does she think itâs because itâs cold?
Half right and half not. The cold is cold, but the other reason is Inner Seacomert.
I donât want to show myself to him.
Not my face! Not my body! Just everything! Itâs too good to show him!
Iâm going to wrap it up very tight and then show it to Ash when he gets back.
I laughed to myself, forgetting the place and imagining it insidiously, and soon cleared my throat.
âIâll be right back, then.â
âBe careful when you come back!â
âLetâs go, my lady.â
The escort I was assigned with today was Muscle Keith like last time.
Originally, I was going to go out with Sir Davery, but I changed my mind.
Sir Davery is quick-witted. It would be difficult if he could at least find out that I was threatened by Inner Seacomert.
Whatâs wrong with that?
âBecause somehow Sir Davery could bury Inner Seacomert right thereâ¦â¦.â
I feel like I wonât let it go. Itâs a loss to Sir Davery after all rather than to me.
Itâs a shame if his own family didnât know what human trash his family has.
In that respect, Iâm sorry to Sir Muscle Keith, but he is tactless, so he is the right man for a day like today.
I left the mansion thinking so.
âYouâre out.â
And as soon as I went out, I quickly felt bad.
âI have to see that face as soon as I get out of the house.â
I frowned at Inner Seacomert, who had the unluckiest chance to pick me up in front of the house.
We can just go separately and met at the destination, but why must you come in front of my face from the start?
Inner Seacomert looked at me and hesitated.
âYouâre dressed nicely. Itâs beautiful whatever you wear.â
Thereâs a fly talk.
I ignored and approached the carriage. Inner Seacomert reached out his hand as if he would escort me.
I ignored it again and climbed on, holding Sir Keithâs hand.
I got in the carriage and muttered deliberately as if to listen.
âWhat kind of escort has only one hand?â
I think I just heard some grinded sound or is it just my imagination?
Blow. Itâs savoury. While I was childishly amused, the carriage set off. The carriage went straight out of the mansion.
âDonât you wonder where weâre going?â
âYes.â
Looking out of the window, I answered back without looking.
If I were you, my pride would have been hurt, but Inner Seacomert wouldnât be daunted and talked to me.
ââ¦â¦do you usually enjoy watching plays?â
âYes.â
âI see. This play will be quite different from what youâve seen before.â
âYes.â
âIâm bet. You wonât be disappointed.â
âYes.â
By the way, this carriage, where the hell is it going?
âAnd thenâ¦â¦â¦ I thought it was a temple.â
The scenery outside the window became increasingly unfamiliar. What temple is it? Love? Time? Oh, maybe not love. The Emperor must have already mended it.
So the temple of time, orâ¦â¦.
âWeâre here.â
Then the carriage stopped. I got out of the carriage ignoring Inner Seacomert, who was trying to escort me again for his lack of learning ability.
I took a moment of strange scenery into my eyes.
âThere was a temple in this place?â
The view that came into the eyes was rather vague. It feels like Iâm in the middle of an abandoned forest.
The temple, which was built in such a place, gave a bleak yet stark impression.
âYouâre doing a play here?â
I asked myself, and Inner Seacomert smiled.
âItâll be a very interesting play.â
Well, youâll be the only one having fun.
âYouâll be really surprised when you see it. Itâs amazing.â
Thatâll be more than your personality.
I walked away listening to Inner Seacomertâs chattering.
Anyway, now that weâre here, Iâll have to see if itâs a play or something. I felt at ease.
This is a gift from the underworld to Inner Seacomert, who has only a few days left to live anyway.
That lightened my step. Yeah, heâll be leaving this world, but itâs a play, so I can watch it together as a farewell celebration. thenâ¦â¦..
It was then. A carriage other than me and Inner Seacomert came in here and stopped.
It was an unexpected figure to get off the carriage.
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