The blood-soaked scene gave off a somewhat strange atmosphere.
I slowly looked over his body as I sat.
âHuh. His whole bodyâs been ravished.â
I feel the twitching manâs eyes on me. Of course, he couldnât reach me even if he stretched.
He thinks his life is precious.
I clicked my tongue.
âExcuse me.â
âWhat?â
âDuring the day, you said you should be knocked out.â
â⌠thatâs bullshit, miss.â (Heimdahl)
From Heimdahl, rage mixed into a rasp burst forth.
âWhat do you mean bullshit? He strongly recommended hitting you with a frying pan.â
Heimdahl laughed as he sucked in a haggard breath.
âAre you serious?â
However, his eyes exuded a ferocious look as if he would not stand still if I did nothing.
âItâs the eyes that saying if I did it you will die and I will die.â
To be honest, I was originally going to punch Heimdahl to make him faint.
Even if he was caught in a spell that kept him from hurting me, I wasnât going to overlook the dangers of the night-villain Heimdahl.
âThere was something he said during the day.â
The problem was that Heimdahl was unexpectedly badly injured today.
âHey, you. I donât know if I know your condition, but itâs good to be alive, Â right?â
To put it simply, heâs been hurt so badly that he can hardly breath.
If this is his state⌠It becomes difficult to leave the injuries unattended with only temporary treatments. This means itâll be difficult to wait until daytime.
It was that serious.
âHow do I get this kind of wound when I just get hit by something?â (Heimdahl)
I frowned and tapped my foot.
âDeep cuts in your skin, stab wounds, burns? You have way too many injuries. Thereâs not an inch of you left unharmed.â (Syrinx)
Itâs amazing that the eyes were left in this situation.
The previous wounds werenât anything to sneeze at either, but I didnât expect him to return in an even worse state.
I knew the villain in this book had suffered and gained huge amounts of power in the process, but I didnât realize he was suffering this much.
âItâs amazing that youâre still so alert after this kind of beating.â
âMiss.â
Heimdahl, who was silent for a moment, stared at me. His bloodstained lips opened.
âAt times like this, I think the term âfightâ applies, rather than âbeaten up.ââ
I paused for a moment.
A cold sweat soaked his back, but his expression did not falter.
âThatâs why itâs such a mess. Logical reasoning, donât you know?â (Syrinx)
â⌠I donât think I ever said I was beaten up.â
âIf you get hurt like this, most people would think so.â
âNo. I think most people would ask me where I got stabbed. Isnât this a cut?â (Heimdahl)
Right. Heimdahlâs most striking wounds were a cut and a stab wound.
âIf you look at my true nature, youâll see that Iâm not just a human being whoâs going to fit in the situation.â (Heimdahl)
Itâs not like youâre trying to catch the unimportant thing. I clicked my tongue.
âYour day side already told me.â
âDuring the day, I only guess what Iâm doing, but I donât know exactly what happened.â (Heimdahl)
ââŚâ
Damn it. Heâs really smart.
âDo you know something else about me?â
â⌠Who knows.â
âMiss, you look quite caught off guard.âŚâ
Heimdahl turned his crazy eyes towards me.
âThatâs charming.â (Heimdahl)
The words were not compliments, proof being in the cruel tone they were delivered in.
âDid you get caught?â (Heimdahl)
He even forced to support himself with his arms, which he seemed to think he could move.
He was like a beast ready to bite at any moment.
â⌠Okay, donât stare at me. Iâm scared to death.â
âWith that face?â
Hungry and wounded animals are more dangerous than ordinary animals.
Heimdahl was just like this.
Honestly, I know itâs dangerous to leave him like this, but I didnât dare to even touch him.
I understood that he is actually still pretty dangerous.
He is powerless at the moment because he hasnât amassed all his future power yet, and it is a time when there are many people after him.