A World Where You All Are The Villains - Chapter 64.1
“Y-Your Highness!”
Startled, I ran toward him.
Under the dim lamplight, the hand clutching his side was soaked in bright red blood.
Between his fingers, a bundle of wire-like hair protruded.
‘Right, the wound!’
It wasn’t that I had forgotten.
He had been walking and talking so normally that I thought it was a manageable injury.
I hadn’t realized it was this serious.
“Are you alright?”
“No.”
“Lean on me for now.”
“No need. Who do you think you’re supporting with that body?”
“But…!”
Serge pushed me aside and straightened himself.
He must have been enduring the pain, veins stood out on his forehead, damp with cold sweat.
The underground stairs had been too dark to notice before.
His face was extremely pale.
‘What should I do? I can’t pull that out right away…’
I was wondering if we should somehow get upstairs and find something for first aid when Serge began moving again, staggering slightly.
“I’ll manage on my own, so go outside and check if the guide dog I brought is still where it should be.”
“Guide dog…? The spatial ability user?”
“I don’t have the strength to repeat myself.”
Saying “okay” would have been shorter than “I don’t have the strength to repeat myself,” but I didn’t point it out.
Nodding obediently, I hurried down the corridor.
Bang!
When I opened the building entrance, the bluish light of dawn had already settled outside.
The front of the building was empty.
‘The two guards I knocked out are gone too.’
Of course, they might have woken up after the two-hour duration of the perfume wore off, but if that were the case, there should have been replacements.
The inside of the building felt strangely devoid of any presence.
The street was eerily quiet.
I hurried toward the alley where Serge and I had first arrived.
“…He’s gone.”
Only the gate of a stranger’s house stood there, without a single person in sight.
Creak, creak…
The chain that had bound the middle-aged man swayed eerily in the wind.
The end of the chain was crushed, as if it had been broken by a blunt strike.
‘There’s no way he cut it with his bare hands and escaped…’
Someone had taken him. That was certain.
Biting my lip, I had no choice but to turn back.
Then I ran back toward the Sephirot Church building.
Serge, who had come out in the meantime, was sitting carelessly against the outer wall.
Seeing him with his eyes tightly closed made my heart drop for a moment.
“…Your Highness, you’re not dead, right?”
“Isn’t that a bit too openly wishful thinking?”
His eyelids slowly lifted, revealing sharp black eyes.
Judging by how he was still talking, he didn’t seem to be dead yet.
“Haa…”
I let out a deep sigh and crouched in front of him.
“…He’s not here.”
Serge didn’t look surprised at my words.
“…You expected that?”
“I brought him as bait from the start, so yes, I kind of did.”
He tilted his head back and added lazily.
“I didn’t expect we’d waste this much time inside without even seeing the big catch.”
That made my heart feel heavy.
After hesitating, I spoke.
“…I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“If I had a more useful ability, it wouldn’t have interfered with your plan.”
“Hah.”
I meant it sincerely, but he let out a cold snort.
“Instead of saying things you don’t mean, help stop the bleeding.”
“What? What do you…”
Ooze…
Before I could even understand what he meant, a sickening sound of wet flesh being torn came from below.
When I looked down, I saw the bundle of hair slowly being pulled out of Serge’s side.
He was crudely pulling out the deeply embedded mass of hair with telekinesis.
“…Ugh.”
“What is that even… Your Highness!”
He let out a low groan, and I was horrified.
It wasn’t just stuck in. The twisted strands had burrowed inside, digging through his flesh, and the curled hairs kept coming out endlessly.
“Haa…”
When it was finally all removed, the blood that had pooled inside began pouring out.
I gaped for a moment, then shouted.
“Y-You can’t just pull it out like that!”
Shuddering, I quickly took off the robe I was wearing.
The robe and the handkerchief he had given me were both too dirty to use.
With trembling hands, I lifted the hem of the dress I was wearing underneath.
Then I sat close beside Serge.
“You’re pretty proactive. Aren’t we moving a bit too fast for us to be at this stage already?”
“There’s nothing else to use.”
Ignoring his nonsense, I tore at the lining and pressed the fabric firmly against the wound.
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