Anyway, did he stay in front of my house?
This must have been night-Heimdahlâs judgment.
At least there was a clue when he came back to my house.
When his night-side, the villain, saw this, he was filled with anger.
âWhat is this side of you interested in here?â
A moment ago, he could have killed Thorce, but he only stabbed him once with a knife.
Then he watched the situation play out. In other words, he was observing.
The more I thought about it, the more I became aware of the goosebumps that began to crawl across my skin.
âWhatâs the point of putting on this kind of show if heâs not going to kill me?â
As I was thinking, Heimdahl stretched out his arm.
âWhat are you doing? H-hold on!â
He held a knife over his outstretched arm before I could say anything. My eyes widened.
âMiss, if you really are an illegal healer, youâll treat this as well.â
Heimdahlâs eyes seemed to be asking for me to confirm it while he talked.
I wondered why I had to prove it at this moment.
Well, I guess it all worked out. Because I had a plan.
I bit my lips tightly, clasping and then opening my hand.
âMy abilities are expensive.â
âI knew it was too generous an offer. But what about âmeâ?â
â⊠Thatâs a ânoâ to the current you.â
âOh, did I tell you that much during the day?â*
âI heard you get weird at night.â
âThatâs the answer I was looking for.â
I held Heimdahlâs hand in my tightly bound ones. My fingertips hovered over the wound.
Humans who suffer are cast aside and those who deliberately hurt others are the worst.
Nevertheless, Heimdahl turned all the disgust around with just the atmosphere and appearance.
Would it be strange to say that scarlet blood looks good against creamy flesh, or is that creepy?
After a moment, a faint white light rose from my hand. By the time the light faded, his wound had disappeared as well.
âWow. This is real. What do we do now?â
Whatever you do, just leave me alone and go away.
I thought to myself, but said nothing.
âI apologize if I surprised you, Miss.â
Heimdahl smiled. It was a nice smile, but I didnât think he would actually let his guard down.
âBut, interesting. Youâre the first person whoâs been threatened this much and hadnât resisted.â
âThen you havenât seen the world.â
âIâve never heard someone say something that ridiculous.â
An unusual red light stirred within the depths of his eyes.
âWhen I think about it, itâs the first time that no one is left standing. What do you think, Miss?â
I slowly opened my mouth.
âIf you wanted to kill me, youâd have already done it. You donât seem to be the type to hesitate.â
The corners of his lips pulled up.
âIf you want to kill someone youâd let them lower their guard first. This isnât an exception, youâre just not out to kill, right?â
At that moment, a strange expression passed over Heimdalâs face. But it was already too late.
Thud! Heimdahlâs body was thrown back.
He hit the wall hard, upper body immediately curling upwards. He shouted before throwing the dagger:
Thwink! Heimdahl froze as if restrained by an invisible force.
The dagger fell from Heimdahlâs hand and clattered to the floor.
The rope fell to the floor as well. It was the other end of the rope that bound me.
I picked up the dagger that had fallen beside my feet and waved it at him.
âThis situation has turned against you, huh?â
I deliberately spoke up to rile him up.
Heimdahl slowly lifted his head.
You can do whatever you want with your head, but you wonât be able to do anything else.
âDid I surprise you? Iâm afraid I wonât be apologizing, though.â
The colorful jewel, the one that blew Heimdahl away, floated next me.
âYou shouldâve behaved properly.â
Sorry, but heâs someone you can talk to without trust first.
I added, staring into his eyes. Just like he did moments before.
â⊠What did you do to me?â
I easily spilled the truth. The secret was already out, anyway.