âThe most dangerous thing in the back alley is the tongue.â
âWhat do you meaââ
Perhaps because he was tied up last night and thrashing all over, but his shirt was stretched, open and revealing his skin.
As if heâd just realized this, Heimdahlâs cheeks suddenly changed color. That red matched his glasses very well.
âYou never know who or what theyâre going to want, and you canât possibly predict a step ahead of them, so you shouldnât say that. What if someone suddenly asks for something special?â
ââŚâ
âFor example, letâs say I want your body.â
My fingertips circled around his chest. They stopped above his heart.
âWhat if I ask for your life?â
âWh-what?â
âWill you pay me back with your body?â
His face turned so red it looked like it might explode after a moment of thought.
âUm, that, how⌠Oh! Do you want labor? Iâm good at physical work!â
âDoes it really look like I need that?â
He covered his face with the back of his hand. Of course, it was meant to be half-teasing on my part.
However, that didnât change the fact that this back alley was the kind of place where all sorts of bad things could happen. The crime that Heimdahl was imagining could also be happening somewhere here.
âAlthough Iâm sure theyâre working in even more obscure places.â
âA lot of bad things happen every day around here.â I added mischievously.
In fact, since he was a man with such ridiculous beauty, he was most likely to be sold as a slave.
Of course, this man was not a man who would be easily controlled.
What if he turned the slave market upside down, transforming it into a sea of fire?
âI donât know, but given the potential of this man, he deserves it.â
Furthermore, this man, who already had first-hand experience of the slave trade as a child, later decimated the area.
He was the one who was going to burn all the slave traders alive in an event that would be triggered in three years.
âAlright, then.â
Letâs stop teasing him.
âIâll help you.â I finally obliged.
The man peaked out from behind his hands and raised his head.
The eyes behind the glasses are shiny like the morning sun.
Cute! Heâs like one of those fluffy brown puppies.
âThat meansââ (Heimdahl)
âYes, but Iâll only treat you if someone drops you off in front of my house like last time, okay?â
Since there can be loopholes in these kinds of rules, if you donât specify.
Although I treated whoever ended up in front of my house, on the side, I had a much more important goal.
I was looking for a very special jewel.
Apart from this, selling jewelry and treating the injured were just pastimes.
âMiss?â
âYes?â
In large part, Heimdahl was part of those side.
That was why I liked the chaotic streets in this back alley. My existence and all my actions stay hidden this way. And all criminals have similar minds.
Additionally, when the main character comes on-stage, the movement of extras like me is bound to be overlooked.
In fact thatâs why, subconsciously, I was more satisfied with the bigger the people I saved.
âOh⌠Itâs nothing, it just seemed like you agreed too easily. I was a little surprised. I wasnât sure how I could convince you.â (Heimdahl)
He calmly raised his head as he organized his thoughts. I caught his gaze.
âI didnât expect you to agree so quickly. It didnât seem like you enjoyed the treatment processââ
Looks like he had a lot to say, huh?
Heâs a quick-witted person.
âWell, I donât like blood much at all. If youâre curious about the reason, just think of it as a wide-ranging resource.â
ââŚâ
âWhy did I tell you that? Itâs because your face is screaming how curious you are.â
Fortunately, treating this man does not mean that the narrative has to be changed.
âWe havenât even started part two yet.â
The case set for treating him a few times will not change anything.
Moreover, Heimdahl doesnât know anything about himself yet. Sooner or later, when realizes his abilities, heâll be able to heal himself.