The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 42.2
On Earth, people call them healers; the term “Holy Maiden” is rarely used. At most, it was a word fanatics might use. However, that man had placed that exact word on his lips. Furthermore, the arrogance leaking from his voice was familiar.
The royals in Lancia who coveted the power of the Saint, or the corrupt mages who tried to put him on an experimental table, had eyes exactly like that.
‘Something annoying has arrived.’
Vermouth clicked his tongue but opened the front door anyway.
As the door opened, Alexander Gray furrowed his brow.
The one greeting him was not the expected Holy Maiden, but some large man. He possessed brilliantly shining blond hair and purple eyes, but his impression was chilly. He was a rare beauty, but he was not Alexander’s type. Even if someone is too perfect, they lack a human touch. Having finished his instantaneous appraisal, Alexander questioned him.
“Move. Where is the Holy Maiden?”
Alexander spoke in Korean as if it were natural while thrusting his leather shoe forward. His pronunciation was perfect, and even his intonation was standard Seoul dialect. All of this was because he was a genius in the field of linguistics. He had mastered Korean long ago.
However, his foot could not step inside.
Thud.
This was because Vermouth grabbed the doorframe with one hand and blocked the entrance with his massive body.
“No solicitors allowed.”
“…What?”
Alexander let out a hollow laugh.
The number one ranker in the United States and the Master of the Empire Guild. If he moves, even the White House opens its doors. To think that a mere awakened person from Korea would call such a man a solicitor.
“You must not know who I am. I am Alexander Gray. I suggest you move while I am speaking nicely. Yes, if there is something you want, go ahead and say it.”
Alexander lifted his chin arrogantly.
He was certain of it. In this cramped patch of land called Korea, there was no human who could refuse his offer. Someone could be indifferent to money? That was only because the amount they were offered was too small. If it didn’t work, it simply meant there wasn’t enough money.
“An offer, is it?”
Vermouth chuckled.
That laughter felt strangely unpleasant. It wasn’t servility or embarrassment; it was blatant mockery.
“As expected, disgusting things exist in every world.”
“What did you say?”
“Your eyes, I mean. They are shining quite filthily. I don’t know who you are, but haven’t you learned how to maintain manners in front of someone else’s door?”
Hearing that, Alexander’s expression hardened like stone.
“You cheeky bastard! How dare you lecture me. You are the one who needs to know your place. Do you have any idea who I am?”
Vroooom!
Blue mana erupted from Alexander’s body like an explosion.
The pressure of an S-rank hunter. An ordinary person would have frothed at the mouth and fainted on the spot, and it was an intense momentum that would make even decent awakened individuals fall to their knees. He intended to crush this insolent gatekeeper with momentum and stride proudly inside.
However, the man in front of him did not move an inch.
No, rather, the corners of his mouth were curling up as if he were enjoying himself.
“Ho. Your momentum is worth looking at. You are quite something for an awakened person of Earth.”
“H… How is this happening?”
While Alexander was flustered, the world flipped.
Flash—
There wasn’t even time to blink.
Before he knew it, Vermouth’s face was right in front of his nose. And a cold blade of a hand was pressing against Alexander’s Adam’s apple.
It wasn’t a sword. It was Vermouth’s bare hand. But Alexander felt it instinctively. If that hand dug in just a little deeper, his neck would be sliced through like tofu.
“You ought to realize your place.”
Vermouth whispered lowly.
“In front of whom do you dare use your strength? The Saint is resting right now. It is not the time for an insect to be buzzing around.”
“Y… You, who are you?”
Cold sweat ran down Alexander’s spine.
Regardless of Korean or anything else, the words wouldn’t come out properly due to fear. He was an S-rank. He was a top predator who ranked within the top ten of the world rankings. Yet, he was suppressed by an unknown hunter from Korea? With pure physical ability without even using mana?
This was something that made no sense.
“I asked who you are!”
“There is no need for you to know. I am not kind enough to give my name to a guest who will be kicked out shortly.”
Murderous intent bloomed in Vermouth’s eyes.
It was of a different quality than the pressure Alexander had emitted. It was the scent of true death that could only be possessed by one who had traversed thousands and tens of thousands of battlefields, stacking mountains of corpses and filling rivers with blood.
‘Crazy! This isn’t a normal guy. He’s a murderer.’
Alexander’s breath hitched. His legs trembled. Money, power, and honor were of no use in the face of this overwhelming terror.
“Go back. While your head is still attached.”
It was the moment Vermouth was about to apply strength to his hand.
“Vermouth?”
Ian’s voice was heard from inside the living room.
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
