Chapter 302: I Want to Kill Her.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 302: I Want to Kill Her.
As the massive iron door opened, a large cross immediately came into view. And, of course, nailed to that cross was Ha Yuri. Her head was bowed so low that only her long, cascading hair was visible, but what stood out even more was the sword, Mistilteinn, embedded in her chest.
What was absurd was how good of a condition she was in. Her skin was still fair, and her hair wasn't coarse or dry. Despite not having washed for months, her body still looked clean. The closer to Mistilteinn, the more numerous the wounds, but the scars that remained were likely the result of Choi Seulgi’s torment. Her slow recovery was the only reason they were still there.
When the sound of the great door closing echoed through the room, Ha Yuri lifted her head with a smirk.
“Long time no see. You fucking whore, and you, Demon. That’s right, you son of a bitch. You’re the one who locked me in here.”
“It has been a while, Holy Whore.”
“Here to torture me again? What’s on the menu today? It hurts, sure, but I’m starting to get bored of it all…”
Her sneering was truly infuriating. It was enough to make me want to draw my sword and lop her head off right then and there; no other description was necessary.
Choi Seulgi’s eyes were bloodshot, her hands trembling. She was probably fighting with all her might to keep from plunging a dagger into Ha Yuri.
“Don’t they feed you in here? Huh?”
“You don’t need to eat, so there’s no reason to.”
“True, but don’t you get cravings sometimes? I’d like some water, too… If not that, how about a man? I wouldn’t mind you. It’s a win-win for both of us.”
As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at Choi Seulgi. It was clear that last remark was meant to provoke her.
“Shut your mouth, you fucking bitch, or I’ll rip it right off your face.”
“You’re not my type, but you look like you’d be good at your job… Honestly, isn’t this body more beautiful than that bitch’s? You don’t look like just any demon, so why don’t we be honest with each other? Choi Seulgi, was it? Anyone can see she’s nothing special. Pfft. She’s the kind of girl you’d find all over the western entertainment districts or lying in the gutters…”
Ignoring Seulgi, she addressed me directly, her spirit clearly unbroken. I hadn’t visited this place often, but Choi Seulgi practically clocked in here whenever she had free time. She had been tormenting Ha Yuri for a long time, so it was no surprise that Ha Yuri was openly provoking her.
“Her body is pathetic, and her face is just so-so. Not ugly, I guess, but not truly beautiful either. And what a nasty personality, right? I, on the other hand, could be an obedient woman for you… What do you say? Can we make it work?”
Her smile was seductive, but I knew it wasn't genuine. Ha Yuri’s eyes were screaming that she hated me. She was only talking like this because she undoubtedly enjoyed watching Choi Seulgi get angry.
If our purpose for coming here today had been to torture Ha Yuri, Choi Seulgi would have already buried a dagger in her body. What was strange was how Ha Yuri kept using me to provoke Seulgi. For some reason, I felt like I knew why.
“Jealousy is an ugly thing.”
“You! Do you really want to die?”
She must have seen the inferiority complex in Choi Seulgi’s eyes. Words like “gutters” and “entertainment districts” were likely the product of her long verbal abuse of Seulgi, things she’d discovered worked best.
Even before we came here, Seulgi’s eyes had looked anxious. From Ha Yuri’s perspective, she wouldn’t know why Seulgi felt inferior to her, but I did.
The answer lay in our past life. Choi Seulgi and I had never officially said we were dating before we died, but we must have thought of ourselves as practically one and the same. Considering I realized after meeting her here that Seulgi had liked me far more than I knew, it was no wonder she felt inferior to the Sword Saint.
One was a holy, beautiful woman, an idol to all.
The other saw herself as someone who just wandered the back alleys. And in the middle of that, I had shown interest in Ha Yuri. Assuming that’s how she saw it, it was natural for her to feel inferior.
In truth, my feelings had been more of idolization than romantic affection, but for Choi Seulgi, either one was enough to make her angry.
I was the cause of that inferiority complex. A sense of guilt washed over me, and I quietly placed a hand on Choi Seulgi’s shoulder.
“Huu… huu… huu… Okay.”
The Choi Seulgi who had been glaring at Ha Yuri with a flushed face was gone.
Her excitement hadn’t completely subsided, but seeing her squeeze my hand tightly, it seemed she had calmed down somewhat.
“How boring.”
“That’s enough of this useless chatter.”
“Oh? Already?”
At my words, Ha Yuri sneered once more.
“Same as last time. You come all this way but don’t torture me or do anything else… Seeing you with that strange little girl, it looks like you’re planning something… What’s your goal? If I were you, I would have just chosen to kill me… Aren’t you afraid of the consequences?”
“You should take a look at your own state before you say things like that.”
“What’s wrong with my state? Once this spear is pulled out, I’ll recover in no time. I’ll sweep through the East and the North, and I’ll start by slowly killing everything you and that bitch hold dear. I’ll kill all those filthy orcs and ogres, too. No, killing them normally would be too kind. I’ll never let them die easily. I’ll string them up just like this… no, no, that’s no fun. As for you, Demon, I’ll save you for last. It would be fun to show that woman the sight of you servicing me.”
Ha Yuri continued to speak as if she were having the time of her life. It was all an impossible dream anyway. Letting her ramble didn’t matter. What was truly surprising was that she was still sane.
There were many times she wasn’t fed or allowed to sleep. Torture was a regular occurrence, and we had even brought Baek Ahyeon here once. To have remained sane after being alone in this dark place for so long was definitely the influence of her holy power.
The only time she had ever truly gotten angry was when we brought Lee Wanyong.
The holy power she possessed was protecting not only her body but also her mind. And very strongly, at that. I had no choice but to think so. As I remained silent, Ha Yuri spoke again.
“..........................”
“Should I guess for you? The reason you haven’t touched me yet?”
At the same time, holy power surged through the dark room. It wasn’t as magnificent as what I’d seen before, but it was still enough to fill the space. What I saw was Ha Yuri’s Holy Sword. I instinctively reached out, and the light immediately died down.
She had unsummoned it just before my hand could touch it.
‘Fucking bitch.’
Of course, I cursed her internally.
“It’s because of this, isn’t it? You’re worried that if you kill me, my weapon will disappear too, right? That’s often the case with weapons that have undergone a master-vassal ritual.”
“I won’t deny it.”
“Too bad, but it’s impossible. It’s the same reason I can’t take your sword. You are not worthy.”
“Worthiness is not for you to judge.”
“It’ll be the same no matter how many times you try. I won’t summon it in the first place. I won’t even let you touch it, so you’d be better off just killing me. Or maybe you can’t even do that… What a very unfortunate situation for you… Actually, it’s funny that a guy like you is still pursuing more power. You may not have talent, but you were strong enough to beat me. With the King of the South fallen, haven’t you already conquered the continent?”
“That is none of your concern.”
“I know why you want this. Something is coming, isn’t it? Right?”
She was unnecessarily sharp. As I scowled, her voice came again.
“I already know there’s something at the end of each continent, you idiot. I’ve seen dwarves and other bearded folk in the West. Well, I’m sure you already knew that…”
I hadn’t known there were dwarves in the West. This information was an unexpected gain.
“It’s probably… undead. Right? That’s why you need this sword…”
Unnecessarily sharp. I had thought she relied heavily on people like Jeong Ji-young and the Saint Knights Order for administration, intelligence, and various internal affairs, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. She hadn’t delegated everything. In reality, Ha Yuri was smart and meticulous.
She was probably a similar type to me.
“How about it? I could help you out a little… Just pull out this spear… I can get rid of things like the undead in a flash… Of course, I could also spend some time with you… behind that woman’s back… secretly…”
“Will you shut the fuck up, you bitch?”
“Getting overly excited again… It’s strange, seeing you so jealous… really strange… Hey, Demon, have you ever actually thought of me that way?”
Ha Yuri ran her tongue over her lips as she spoke to me. But she would read nothing but hatred in my eyes. Seemingly displeased that she didn’t get the answer she wanted, Ha Yuri spat on the floor and her expression returned to normal.
“Right… of course not. But if you ever change your mind, feel free to come find me anytime.”
Again, she looked at me with a strange expression. She was provoking Choi Seulgi to the very end.
‘Fucking bitch.’
I had no choice but to realize that making her feel love was impossible. It might be easier to just kill her. In a typical dating simulation game, you get several choices. But right now, the only options I could see, from one to three, were to kill or torture Ha Yuri. This foolish plan was never going to work.
“That will never happen. The mere sight of you is disgusting.”
“Now that’s an unpleasant thing to say. The feeling is mutual, you fucking monster. Know your place.”
I was getting angry. I wondered what the secret was, how Lee Wanyong had managed to piss this woman off so badly. I could now understand why Choi Seulgi never came out of this room for so long whenever she went in.
“Since you came all this way, I’ll ask. What happened to the Saint Knights Order?”
“They’re all dead or captured. Are you worried about them?”
“Hardly… Those incompetent bastards couldn’t even protect their own monarch. I’m going to kill them myself… I hope you make them suffer as much as possible while they’re still alive.”
‘Crazy bitch.’
If I stayed here any longer, I felt I wouldn’t be able to contain my anger. I took Choi Seulgi and left the room, slamming the iron door shut behind us. Absurdly, I could still hear laughter from inside the room. She found it amusing that we were leaving like this. I looked at the fuming Choi Seulgi, calmed my own anger, and spoke.
“Do you think it’s possible?”
“No. Is it absolutely necessary? Can’t we just kill her?”
It wasn’t that I hadn’t considered it, but there was a quest involved. And even if I couldn’t use the Holy Sword, someone else might be able to. For the sake of the future, I didn’t want to take an unnecessary gamble. When I fell silent, Choi Seulgi nodded her head in frustration. It was then that Isaac spoke quietly.
- She’s become more talkative.
“Huh?”
- That woman just now… she’s become more talkative. I don’t know if I’m well-versed in human psychology, but it seems she may be lonely.
It was a ridiculous notion. But listening to Isaac, it sounded strangely plausible. It was true that when I first came here, she hadn’t chattered on like that.
If Isaac was right, Ha Yuri was lonely. I turned to Choi Seulgi and spoke.
“Seulgi. By any chance, Jeong Ji-young. Is he still alive?”
At my words, Choi Seulgi nodded and replied.
“Pro…bably?”