Does your foot get chopped by the ax you trusted in? (5) â unedited
Nausea came out of the unfamiliar situation, and at the same time my nose went stinging. I closed my eyes and carefully lifted Mersonâs bloody severed arm.
âWhat, what should I do with this?â
The arm that had lost its warmth limped weakly in my hand. Merson just stood there, not a single color on his face changed as blood gushed from his severed limb. I tore my dress with my teeth and approached Merson.
âDo, does it hurt? What, what to do? Iâm going crazy. What the fuck is this!!â
My face was completely covered with tears and a runny nose. I approached with the thought of stopping the bleeding, but the wound was so large that the piece of my one-piece dress seemed insignificant. In addition, it would be a big deal if I touched it carelessly and then it ended in a situation where it couldnât be resewn again, so he couldnât use his hands.
âDonât make a fuss, woman.â
It was the heavenly deity. After cutting off someone elseâs arm, he was even laughing at me.
I cradled Mersonâs arm in my hands and approached the heavenly deity. Barely holding on to my wobbly legs, I took each step with difficulty.
âAre you crazy?! Put it back right away.â
It was scary. The fear of not being able to rebel even once and getting my neck cut off right here. But the anger that surpassed it made me move. My heart seemed like it would explode in pain when I think of Merson, who must be in such cruel agony and I want to faint.
The heavenly deity didnât even respond to my words. He was just staring at me. Then his hand moves. To my neck.
âItâs even worse when I see it up close.â
â⊠⊠.â
âYou look like a child.â
âTell me so I understand.â
âUncontrollable possessiveness. Youâre completely obsessed with that bastard Kayle. You know?â
I couldnât hear what he was talking about at all. Just get this arm back to normal quickly now. I couldnât think of anything else other than that.
â⊠Please put it back quickly.â
âImpudent. You only know how to bark.â
The heavenly deity tapped Mersonâs severed arm with his finger. Then, a black powder formed on his skin. Worried that it might spread germs, I blew it off. However, no matter how much I blew and blew, the black powder appeared again and again.
âWhatâŠâŠ.â
There was so much black powder that it ran through my fingers. No⊠It wasnât piled up on Mersonâs arm, it was the arm disintegrating into powder.
âWait, wait a minute. What is this? No! Huh? No!â
The arm collapsed beyond recognition. I tried to hold it tight, but it was in vain. A small mound was the only thing left after sweeping up the scattered black powder on the floor.
â⊠You didnât have to do this.â
Tears dripped down and fell into the powder. If I get hurt, I can just get hurt but itâs hard for me to see Merson go through such a terrible situation.
âHow will he live in the future if you cut off his arm? He can understand you well even with words, this is much. This is, this really isnât it!â
Hiiiccâ
I couldnât resist the crying that was welling up from the inside and buried my forehead on the floor.
âErina.â
Mersonâs voice came. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his waist. It would be Merson who wouldâve wanted to cry, but I foolishly threw myself into his arms, crying out loud. Iâm sorry.
âHuaaaâour Merson, why are you pitiful? Take my arm instead! Huhuu. Now use my body like yours. I will feed you, wash your body and do everything. Merson, donât worry. Iâll let you live like you have three arms.â
âReally?â
âOf course, I will take responsibility and take care of youâŠâŠ.â
âThank you.â
Merson, who had been stroking my hair, whispered affectionately and held my shoulders with both arms. Are you neither sad nor hurt? Why are you acting like youâre comforting meâŠâŠ.
Hiccup, tears flow non-stop. But wait, BOTH arms? Am I seeing things?
I pushed Mersonâs shoulder and pulled him away. Then I looked carefully under his shoulder. My vision was blurred by the tears, so I was able to see properly only after I rubbed it a few times with the back of my hand. The strong arms befitting a farmhand farmer son with his muscles nicely positioned.
â⊠Itâs stuck together now?â
I pinched it, pulled it, and bit it with my teeth. Itâs definitely a real arm, not an imitation. WellâŠâŠ.
âWHAT IS THIS?!â
When I asked in an interrogative manner, Merson shrugs his shoulders. I stared at the black powder still piling up on the floor. A shoe rises above it and completely crushes the powder.
âYou really donât know anything, woman.â
As the heavenly deity approached, Merson hid me behind him. Fearing that Mersonâs arm holding my wrist might be severed and fall again, I held Mersonâs forearm firmly with my free hand.
âThe Demon King. He does not perish even if his limbs are cut off or his head falls off. Just like a human wouldnât die if they lost a few strands of hair. A severed body is restored in less than a minute. If youâre curious, I can show you again.â
âIf you want to show the truth, why donât you cut off your own arm instead?â
Is Merson a test subject to cut as you please? Why donât you show it your way!
âNow that I know the woman hates it so much, I think it will be difficult to cut Kayleâs arm again. Right. Well, thatâs fine, Because I can do that too.â
The heavenly deity strongly pulled his arm right in front of me as if to show off.
I plugged my ears to the disturbing sound of his flesh and bone being ripped away, and buried my face behind Mersonâs back seeing the shape of the grotesque tattered arm. Are you really doing that because I told him to? This guy, heâs not normal.