The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

Me, Martha, and three men in a small hut.

Under the worst circumstances, but the lock on the cell is unlocked, and the opponent is not excited and calm.

... Most importantly, there is no red wolf. A chance, in a way.

I calmly stare at the men in front of me.

Even if it gets violent, with the shackles on, it could be held down.

Well, what's the matter? I just want a definitive gap though.

"Grow up."

One of the men reaches out to my monastic clothes.

Two, bright green in sight.

I hold my breath and turn away when I realize it is the liquid in the bottle.

The men who are gazing at me and Martha do not realize the existence of the bottle.

- Parinth.

After the bottle sounded broken, after a while there was the sound of Dosari and people falling.

Seeing the fearful broken bottle, the liquid had already evaporated and there was a slight stink of irritation in the cell.

Martha and the others were all passed out.

What kind of paralysis or sleeping pills? I'm a little bit heady... you're so cranky.

"Are you safe, Dear Julianna!!

What appeared was Monica, who cursed me as a traitor, and a young man who did not know.

"Monica... are you here?

"Yes, I am an accomplice to Julianna."

I smile weakly when I hear the word.

"When Monica said traitor, she did think so. I keep a lot of secrets from your accomplices."

"... I, too, have something to hide. So don't worry about it. I'm sorry I said traitor."

Under that circumstance, all Monica could do to me was insist that it had nothing to do with me.

There's not a single thing I'm angry about Monica.

"I forgive you. So forgive me, too, okay?

"Yes, I forgive you too"

A young man who was with Monica at first sight spoke to us laughing at each other.

"Um... sorry"

The youth system is tall as a hyoroli and doesn't look like he's into martial arts.

"This man is Jean - a former Baron Antloone family servant. He survived the attack on Baron Antrone's house in Wang Du Church."

"Oh, Monica's lover and pharmacist."

"I am not a lover!!

Monica desperately denies it while reddening her face.

And Jean depressed by that word. It's compassion, no matter how you look at it.

... That's so smiling.

Looking at the two of them thinking so, a black shadow appears after Monica - one man who was supposed to have passed out, about to get up and take Monica hostage.

Looks like the medicine didn't work.

"Geez."

"Dirty hands, won't you touch Monica?"

Obliterate a man's legs and upset his balance. And I slap a kick in the face without putting my hair in.

"Ohh."

Horseback riding on a man, sticking a small knife he had hidden on the sole of his shoe up his neck.

Keep the shackles in your hands, but it's as easy as holding one man down.

"Sorry I'm an aggressive woman"

Smiling, the man blued his face and trembled.

My face is distorted by my kick, and it looks terrible.

"Stop... Martha's on her own... I'm bad..."

"Shut up."

I cut a man's throat shallow.

Blood seeps out of the wound and transmits the man's neck.

To that feeling, the man's face darkens the colour of his fear, even if he can't see the wound, if he finds that the steeple is bleeding.

I threaten men with niggardly laughter.

"If you don't answer my question, I will kill you. I'll kill you for lying. But if you answer me honestly...... I'll miss you. By the way, lies don't make sense to me. So, what are you gonna do?

"I say, don't lie! So killing..."

Besides your thoughts, you betrayed me easily. Well, just let me use it.

"Monica, I wonder how long it's been since I've been locked up"

"It's a day and a half."

"If that happens, it's Sabato's day. So the question is, do you have any plans for people to come to this cell?

"Martha told me not to come again today..."

"Yes, something I was going to enjoy."

You were going to rape me in the dark, weren't you? When I told him, the man's complexion came through blue and black.

I don't care to keep asking questions.

"Where's the key to the shackles?

"In a guard room near the entrance and exit of the prison..."

That means the shackles are likely there, too.

"Jean. I'll restrain you just in case, so bring the shackles and shackles together. Don't forget the key to my shackles."

"Roger that!

Jean left the cell looking threatened.

Seeing you face to face and threatening an adult man on horseback... naturally you can.

But if you're Edward, you look happy the other way around...

Has Edward come to King's Church yet?

If you're here... what your father wanted me to do...

"Guh."

"Don't have shallow ideas about resisting. I'll kill you."

A man turned around trying to catch my gap in thinking, but by cutting off his cheek, he forced it to stop.

"This is the most important question... there must be one man in this cell besides me. You know about that?

"Hih, a week ago, if a man was caught, I know!!

"Is the man alive?

"Please, don't kill me."

Slap a knife pattern on a man's abdomen and force him to pass out.

As I rose from my horse riding position, Jean came back with a large crate.

"Thank you for waiting!

"Jean, will you detain these people? Monica, unlock my shackles."

"Roger that!

"Yes, sir."

When I removed the shackles, my wrists were red and black and depressed.

The bleeding... seems to be stopping.

It looks painful, but it's not that painful.

He then checks to see how his back injury kicked by the Red Wolf was, but there seemed to be no abnormality in his bones.

Monica asked with a surprise when she was relieved that she could move without any problems.

"We didn't need it, did we?

"That's not true. So... so helpful. I appreciate it."

Someone besides Martha and the others may have been holding back.

Even if we beat Martha and the others, if they call for backup, we don't have a good minute.

Martha had denied, but if the Red Wolf had come... there I would have died.

So it wasn't a good idea to strike an attack of abandonment thinking about what if.

Monica and the others came here to act bold without fear.

"It's over!

Martha and the others were precisely fitted with shackles and shackles.

Your mouth is carefully blocked...

"Thank you, Jean"

"I can't thank you enough. More than that, Giulianna's allowance..."

"I don't need an allowance. Because there are people who should take precedence over me."

"Who should be given priority......?

Answer Monica's question with a smile and pick up the key bundle that was falling beside Martha.

And I took Monica and the others out of the prison.

"Let's go. I wanted to save you until I acted foolishly, to the poor knight."

♢

Our footsteps echo in the tricks and in the cells.

He was deeper than my cell.

He was made into a gooseberry with iron chains and restrained so that he could not move.

His clothes, which would have been superior, were torn and worn out everywhere.

His skin peeking from the torn spot was innumerable red and black lines as to whether he had been whipped.

I thought he was dead, but seeing his shoulders slightly up and down and breathing shallow, I exhale a sigh of relief.

"This is..."

"That sounds awful."

Monica and Jean frown upon his tragic condition.

"Monica, will you unlock it?

Pass the key bundle to Monica.

"Ha, ha."

While Monica was in a hurry, she unlocked the cell.

I approach him.

Then he noticed my signs and opened his eyes slightly, for he was a knight in command.

He also seemed to have been punched in the face, with only one eye open.

"... you're not like the usual, torturer. Are you the angel who picked me up...?

"No, I'm not."

"Then you're the Reaper who came to kill me for failing to protect one sister."

"All I could do was watch my little life be lost, and I committed a mere act of self-gratification in sin... I am a foolish man"

"Are you..."

"I'm glad you're alive. Alfred Marshall."

I gently laid my hand on Alfred's cheek, the brother of Nina, the sacrificial girl.