Itâs been two days since I started to treat the man in the quarantine room.
I went late at night on purpose because I was afraid heâd be wary of me again like yesterday.
Aside from that, I wanted to avoid the gaze of priests.
I entered the quarantine room and opened the door, but there was no response.
âI guess heâs sleeping.â
Squeak!
When the iron door was closed, the quarantine room was engulfed in pitch darkness.
âWas it always this dark?â
Oh, I didnât bring a lantern today.
I couldnât see him well this way.
I didnât even know where the man was.
I assumed it was because it was late at night, but the quarantine room had only a small door that was usually closed.
So, whether itâs day or night, it was the same for this man.
He is always surrounded by darkness, and there is never any light.
âI should remember to bring the lantern next time.â
To see how much the manâs wounds have improved as a result of my treatment, as well as to see his face.
Even if I bring a lantern into this room, the priests will not be able to see it from outside due to the small door.
Perhaps because his bleeding had stopped, the fishy odor of blood had faded, and I could smell the scent of grass wafting through the air.
It was the smell of herb ointment applied to wounds such as centella sage, lavender and rosemary.
It was the point at which I sniffed and moved my feet cautiously toward the manâs presence.
I could feel his presence as he slept, and then something caught in my leg and leaned my body.
âAhâ¦â¦â
When I saw the manâs next move, I realized what he did was deliberate.
Because a knife was stabbed to the wall right next to my head in an instant.
The shards of the wall bounced off my face with a crack.
Thatâs when I realized.
He wasnât asleep at all.
It was such a short moment, less than a second, that he knocked me over, pushed my body against the wall, and stabbed the knife into the wall.
I was stunned, as if my heart was about to burst, but the man who was clutching my collar was also embarrassed.
âThatâsâ¦â¦ my chestâ¦â
Of course, his palms were touching my chest, so thereâs no way he couldnât have realized.
Furthermore, as the protagonist of the high-ranking novel, Selina had a very sensuous body.
The manâs hand, which was holding my chest h in surprise, fell sharply.
I could hear him stomping back after pulling a knife from the wall.
âLooks like youâve gotten a lot better. Iâm relieved.â
I said to the man, but he didnât respond.
His wound was not completely healed because I could still smell the fishy odor of blood vibrating.
âI guess he can see me.â
But I donât think he can see my face in great detail. Perhaps as a result of my movement?
âPlease sit down.â
I pretended to be calm, but my heart was still racing.
He is extremely dangerous in his sane state.
I had to feed him poppy juice right away.
No, more than thatâ¦â¦
âCould you please put down the knife?â
I tried to appease him as gently as I could, but he refused to budge.
I didnât have the guts to feed him poppy juice while he was holding a knife, so I had to reach out to him.
I couldnât see more than an inch ahead, so I brushed up against the blunt blade with the back of my hand.
He drew the knife behind him, perplexed.
â⦠You⦠Who are you?â
It was nice to hear the manâs low voice ringing in the quarantine room.
I canât believe I think hearing a clear voice is good when heâs so wary of me.
â¦Thatâs why the face is a scary thing.
Dealing with a gorgeous face is the worst.
âI asked, who are you?â
The man, as if out of patience, couldnât wait any longer and demanded an answer.
âWait, what should I say?â
If I said honestly that Iâm a Count daughter that has probation on the monastery, it would get my throat cut off.
Since only nobles ever played and bet their money in a match that put Toonoâs lives at risk, although I never did.
âA trainee.â
I respond by waving my hand at him.
I gave a half-right, half-wrong response.
Simultaneously, I touched the back of the manâs right hand.
I slid my fingers fearlessly into his knife-wielding fist. Then I put down the knife heâs clutching tightly.
Clank!
The fallen knife rolled on the floor.
I pushed the knife far away.
âWhatâs your purpose?â
Meanwhile, he asked the second question.
âDid you come at the request of the High Priest?â
A series of embarrassing questions were posed.
I looked around with eyes that had grown accustomed to the darkness.
âWhereâs the poppy juice? Poppy juice!â
I traced my fingers along the wall until I found the corner.
âTell them. Iâm not going to join that fanatic group.â
The fanatical group mentioned by the man had to be the Holy Knights.
âHeâs talking as if heâs going to win if he put his mind to itâ
Because he was in the quarantine room, Iâm guessing he hasnât heard the matches of The Raven and The Fire-Moth yet.
When his opponents die, the Raven eats their arms first.
I can tell heâs a psycho cannibal by looking at his eyes, which have turned around, leaving only the white part.
The initial goal of this martial arts competition was to empty the prison. Perhaps because the majority of Tonooâs inhabitants were violent criminals with no morals or ethics.
I had to tell this man to stop talking so hopelessly and prepare to live with all of his limbs and body intact.
âThen youâll just have to be the runner-up.â
My hand came into contact with a cold bottle while I was waddling on the ground.
It was a poppy juice bottle.
I exhaled the breath I had been holding back, relieved.
âFortunately for you, your opponent has the best chance of winning.â
The semifinal matches had already been scheduled.
Berserker VS Fire Moth
Raven VS Gladiator
The matches were planned this way because they thought the match between The Fire-Moth and The Raven would be so important.
When the priests gather these days, they predict who will win the Martial Arts Competition.
Although priests did not bet money like nobles, it was a topic of great interest to them.
The neck-and-neck race was definitely between The Fire-Moth and The Raven.
The Gladiator was said to be very talented, but as a mercenary, he was only there to make a name for himself, and he stated that he would not compete in the semifinals. Because he is up against The Raven.
If The Raven was really Valhail, I was going to pay him to get him to leave.
As a result, he will never meet Shannon.
âIf I hired someone like that as an escort. I can never sleep soundly.â
Valhail was an attractive supporting character in who was cold to others but warm to his woman.
But The Raven was not that kind of person.
Maybe if he joins the Holy Knight, the demon will be the one who prayed and exorcised on a daily basis so they donât meet him.
Anyway, if this man beat The Fire-Moth in the semifinals and miraculously survived even if he had to face The Raven in the final⦠Then⦠Thereâs hope.
âIf you survive, you may be forgiven and freed. Because youâre the last four.â
â⦠What?â
The man reacted as if he had just heard it for the first time.
âIâve already told him this.â
But itâs possible he couldnât remember because he was high on painkillers at the time.
In fact, when I saw this man, who was being calm to me at the time, suddenly doing this to me indicates that his memory of that time did not remain intact.
âPlease survive and stay alive. Then you will be able to live your life freely.â
The man then slumped.
The man, who had no interaction with anyone, was unaware of the runner-upsâ special rights.
He appeared to be embarrassed by the fact that he had heard it for the first time.
He seemed quite embarrassed by the fact that he heard it for the first time.
âWhyâ¦â¦â
Because I expected the conversation to continue, I grabbed his clothes and yanked him away.
I couldnât give him medicine while he was standing up because he was so tall.
After hesitating, he gently let himself be dragged by my hands and sat down.
âDrink it.â
Since I had a hard time dealing with this man in his sane state, I pushed the bottle of the poppy juice near his lips.
He did, however, turn his head to the side, as if he could tell the identity of the poppy juice by its smell.
âWhat theâ¦?â
I clung to his hard jaw like a metal ball and brought the bottle back up to his lips.
He let out a low sigh after I held his jaw like that for a while.
Simultaneously, his jaw, which had been clenched, loosened.
âIt takes a lot of effort.â
He flinched as I fumbled his chapped lips with my thumb, ensuring that he opened his lips fully.
But heâs quieter than Tori, an abandoned maltese dog I cared for from my previous life.
I couldnât even put a finger on the dogâs body because he was so ferocious.
âThis man is a gentleman in comparison to him.â
Large dogs, as expected, are gentler.
âIâm a little bit sorry to compare this man to the dog.â
I tipped the bottle to the side and poured poppy juice into the manâs mouth.
I heard liquid being gulped down, but I couldnât tell if the man was faking it or how much medicine was left in the bottle.
A small amount of poppy juice was dripping onto my finger, which was holding the manâs head.
When I put my hand on the manâs thick neck pole to see how much heâd drank, the manâs thick neck pole stopped moving.
âDrink more, drink some more.â
Even if his body is ripped to shreds, this man will not die as a result of taking too much painkiller.
As I pushed and tilted the bottle further, he came to a halt and resumed drinking poppy juice.
My palm vividly conveyed the sensation of the manâs neck mass moving up and down.
I felt strange for some reason, and when I tilted the bottle halfway, I let go of my hand.
It looked like he drank quite a bit.
Because he was relaxed, his exhaling and inhaling were long and slow.
The aroma of cherry suddenly enveloped me.
âYouâ¦â¦â
The man was unable to continue speaking and leaned against the wall.
He let out a long sigh.
When heâs calm, I have to treat him quickly and get him out of there.
I quickly took out the Magic Stone and began praying.
âDear generous God. I pray for the healing of his wound. Please allow his wound to heal and stop the bleeding.â
It was upsetting because I couldnât see how much of the wound had healed or how far it had progressed.
By the time I felt dizzy again, I had to stop praying.
My legs shook so badly that I couldnât even get out of my seat.
âIâm thirsty.â
I felt like my body was shrinking due to severe thirst.
I had to go out and drink water right away.
âDonât go⦠Please stay with me.â
The man grabbed my sleeve and pleaded, butâ¦â¦
âPlease let me survive as well, okay?â
I was also out of my mind, so I ignored his pitiful puppy-like gaze that followed me from behind.
Squeak!
When the iron door was shut, he was once again alone in complete darkness.