Chapter 37
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: 36. Team Battle (3)
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I decided to uncover Rosaria's new hobby.
This is SM stuff. It's a novel I read once before, with a scene where the maid locks her lady in the basement and torments her with turtle-shell binding.
I picked it up on a hunch, and sure enough, it was exactly that kind of content I knew.
"Hoh. Hoh. Well, well."
"G-Give it back."
She looked like she wanted to snatch this yuri novel from my hands. But a healer overpowering a dealer with raw strength? No chance. This yuri novel in my grip was mine now. I could do whatever I wanted with it. But here's the thing?
"Do you want to be the lady of the house? Or do you want me to be?"
"N-Not particularly."
She said "not particularly," but she couldn't deny it outright. It seemed like she just wanted one of us—me or her—to play the lady role.
This is why nuns are such a handful.
No helping it. I had to motivate this perverted nun to fight with a bit more enthusiasm.
"I know how to do turtle-shell binding, you know? Do well this time, and I'll tie you up and treat you like a bitch in heat for a full day and night. So give it your all."
Gulp.
I could hear her swallowing hard. These weren't supposed to be the type of characters they are. Reina, Han Su-ji, and all the heroines had somehow turned into masochistic lesbians.
Suits me fine. The old version of Azidahaka from before brought all sorts of disasters, but it wasn't some irredeemable pervert who got off on watching people slaughter each other. It had its favorites among women and claimed them accordingly.
Maybe that's why I'm getting more turned on by this kind of thing myself.
"W-Who said I wanted that? Hmph. I'm just going along with it because you're stronger!"
"For someone saying that, this area's awfully hot and wet..."
"D-Don't touch there! People are watching."
"So it's okay if no one's watching?"
Rosaria's cheeks flushed at my words.
She wasn't refusing at all, so it looked like our British nun wanted to be at my mercy. Guess I'd have to oblige.
I was fiddling around for a while, trying to sneak her off to the bathroom, when some white boy blocked our path.
"Wow, Rosaria. What a pleasant surprise running into you like this. It's been about a year since London, hasn't it?"
A blond, sweet-looking guy. Just your typical handsome Western white dude. Nothing more, nothing less, blocking our way.
"Oh, impressive, Rosaria. Already getting chummy with Yoo Eun-ha, who's caught the eye of the Korean Hunter Association as the 'Sword Princess of White Flame.' That's my girl for you!"
"H-Ha. Allen. Please stop with those kinds of remarks. We're not even officially engaged or anything."
Rosaria's eyes trembled as she glanced at this British pretty boy, then subtly checked my reaction.
"Heh heh. Our bodies and souls have been intertwined since our past lives, haven't they? So no need to feel burdened."
Allen, so it's Allen. Right. The trash who clings to Rosaria.
In the original story, he's a villain who eventually gets beaten by Choi Si-woo and bids farewell to the world.
Later on, he treats Choi Si-woo like King Arthur, turns into a monster, and gets his heart pierced by Choi Si-woo's Divine Sword.
Now, a quick rundown of the story's lore here.
Our esteemed author set it up so that this sweet guy Allen is the reincarnation of Lancelot, and Rosaria is the reincarnation of Guinevere.
Legends and all that nonsense.
"Ah, forgive my rudeness. Yoo Eun-ha. I'm Allen, one of the Knights of the Round Table from Britain."
Allen flashed a sweet smile and gave a gentlemanly British greeting.
This wasn't originally my scene to step into. Choi Si-woo was supposed to show up, but since the story's been twisted and I've taken over his role, here we are.
Obviously, if Choi Si-woo were by Rosaria's side, Allen would be on guard since he's a guy. But since I'm a girl, he's letting his guard down.
I wanted to boldly throw out, "Hey! I saw your girl writhing in my bed!" by bringing up past lives, but past lives are just that—past.
Time to play nice for now.
"You know about me?"
"Kim Jae-su was an S-Rank hunter who made waves even in Britain. We heard about the attack on Hansung Academy—it was hard for British hunters to believe, so we looked into it. Turns out he became a monster and was subjugated by you, Yoo Eun-ha."
"Yes."
Pathetic Kim Jae-su. Mid-boss level at best. No, considering he was S-Rank, calling him final-boss tier isn't an exaggeration.
"W-Was Kim Jae-su really that impressive a hunter?"
Rosaria must have heard the news even from the church.
Did she think it was nothing since a student like me took him down easily?
"Yes, Rosaria. When British hunters mobilized for the Chinese Yellow Dragon subjugation, didn't we lose our main force? That's when a freakish bird monster appeared, and Kim Jae-su, who happened to be in Britain at the time, took it down."
What more is there to say?
Kim Jae-su was decent enough just a few years ago. Anyway, this Allen guy's the one set to succeed him.
He even uses a spear. Doesn't he overlap perfectly with Kim Jae-su?
So, I get to cook him my way. Luckily, he's dropping his guard because I'm a girl. After the team battle ends, I'll film some steamy footage with Rosaria and send it his way.
"Eun-ha, even the Knights of the Round Table have their eyes on you. I hope you continue to shine and strengthen ties between Britain and Korea."
In short, Britain's Round Table is watching, so rise up, snag a spot in the association, and cozy up to them.
Korea and Britain got a lot closer after Yoo Jin-seok's generation. Enough to form an alliance centered on their hunter communities.
Britain's one of Europe's top hunter powerhouses, so Korea allying with them earns some well-deserved national pride in this world.
"No need. If the Round Table expects great things, I can't disappoint."
That was my first meeting with Allen.
Allen kept his sweet smile to the end, bid farewell to Rosaria and me, and left saying he had business at the association.
The moment Allen was gone, Rosaria turned to me.
"L-Look, Yoo Eun-ha. He and I aren't like that at all."
"Huh? You're not?"
I tilted my head innocently, pretending I had no idea even though she didn't need to explain.
"Yes?"
"Stealing married women or fiancées is way more fun. Tch."
I'm not kidding. Back in my office worker days, married women and those with boyfriends were the ones who fell easiest with a little kindness.
"W-What is this? Korea's rising star prospect is a crazy psycho lesbian? Unbelievable."
"Believe it. I'll be your King Arthur and take responsibility for you forever."
Rosaria finally realized what kind of person I was and shuddered.
But no helping it. This evil dragon's instincts craved only lilies.
"Why do you feel like Allen's female version?"
"Harsh. Don't lump me in with that sweet-on-the-surface trash."
Truth is, Britain's Round Table hunters are arrogant to the core, except for maybe one or two decent ones.
Guys like Allen? Probably four of them.
"Ugh, my head's spinning. How did I end up tangled with a woman like this?"
And yet, she wanted to seduce me? Her white thighs, clad in a seductive black garter belt, were on full display, advertising her heat like a bitch in estrus.
Seducing me, huh? Is this what they call victory underwear?
Guess I have to devour Rosaria after the team battle today.
"No! I'm just curious, that's all. I don't love women! Reading gay stuff doesn't make me gay!"
After blurting that out, Rosaria stomped off into the exam hall.
But her flushed face told me her body was honest at least.
Hansung Academy Class B Team 1 leader Park Jun-hyeok was biting his nails.
"Damn it. Where the hell is that power coming from?!"
His rival, whom he'd underestimated, was far stronger than expected.
Yoo Eun-ha. The female student from Class A who skyrocketed to fame just for being S-Rank Divine Sword Yoo Jin-seok's little sister.
It pissed him off to no end. While he, from Class B, could barely gain any recognition no matter how hard he tried, she charged ahead effortlessly.
Her skills had to be overhyped. Yet the white flames spreading from Yoo Eun-ha made even onlookers gasp in awe.
Very few wield elements as their innate ability. Even mages need chants to do it.
But this Yoo Eun-ha snapped her fingers and unleashed white flames that scorched the entire exam ground.
Her moniker was Lightspeed. She was known for swiftly taking down foes, but mastering magic too? A total all-rounder?
He hated Class A's elite clique. Ranked by grades, but really just a tree of privilege he could never climb, no matter his effort.
He'd wanted to show them what for.
[You're too hasty.]
"So we just sit back and watch them?"
[If I regret anything from my life, it was not using my head and acting rashly—getting caught in Lee Ja-geum's rebellion, storming the palace, and setting it ablaze.]
"But this is our chance!"
[...Endure. Walk the path of the Martial God through patience. Bide your time.]
Park Jun-hyeok was sick of hearing the same spiel from his constellation every day.
Couldn't it trust him a little more and give him power?
As he sighed deeply, another voice echoed in his mind.
Do you desire power?
A sinister voice no one should heed.
"Who are you?!"
I can grant you the power you crave.
"I won't become some monster."
I'm no mere monster. I'll implant a fragment of Gluttony in you. With that alone, even you could defeat that Divine Sword and white flames.
Park Jun-hyeok hesitated at first. No way he'd accept power from an unknown source. But his desire to beat Yoo Eun-ha and Choi Si-woo burned stronger.
Convinced it wouldn't turn him into a monster, he accepted the fragment of Gluttony.
[You fool! Will you truly forsake the Martial God and walk the path of ruin?!]
The Martial God's voice no longer reached Park Jun-hyeok.
On this day, the first devotee of Gluttony was born.