The Tale of the Teapot Hero’s Revenge

"Okay? I want to ask you something, so I'll get my hands off your mouth, but if you make a scene, I'll kill you right away. Okay?"

Kokukoku, and Karon, desperately sweeping her neck vertically.

You've seen this before, this.

What would you do if this was also a play for him?

"Ha-ha-ha... Ha-ha-ha..."

I kept my mouth shut. Let go of my hand, but I won't scream.

Looks like he's just seriously scared.

I mean, unlike him, this guy doesn't have the will to be a professional soldier or anything.

"Then the question first. Tell me why you attacked the village of the brave Killier."

"Oh, the king commands me, that's all, it's true... Oh, I don't know who you are, but only life..."

"I didn't ask you that. You want to be killed?

"Hih, hih..."

Haha, with the water spreading out of my groin.

I don't know if I should wear it.

"Why did I have to die to everyone in the village? I'm asking why."

"Yu, brave men, if you don't die, the next brave man will not be born. So kill that useless brave man so that the next brave man may be born..."

"... I know. So, why, everyone in the village, had to die?

"Hih! The brave man, because he's a hero, because he's a symbol, it's not good if he kills you in the piss, so..."

"So, make it look like a burglar, from village to village?

"Well, I told you, I told you, help me."

"Hmm, heh, well, I see."

What the hell is that?

Is that such a nagging reason?

Did all my family and best friends get killed for that reason?

"... hey, I just got the wine, you know?

"Oh, oh, I know, I know!

"You have it now, don't you? I'll give you a drink."

Just on the table, there's cork.

On the cork of the wine I brought, I stabbed it, turned it, and it sounded petty with cupons.

"Mmm, smells good. Don't hesitate. Have fun."

Stick the wine pour into Caron's mouth.

At the same time, the contents were boiled.

A flabby, boiled wine pours into his mouth.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!?

"See, delicious? I wonder if it's delicious!

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Oh, I spit it out.

Hot wine drips over my clothes and this looks hot again.

The rest of you won't get hurt, so I'll put it through Karon's head.

"Hot, no, no, no, no!

"Don't scream at me."

He put his hand around his neck and sent his strength, boiling his entire throat and messing it up.

Now I can't talk anymore, I can't even breathe.

"... eh... ahh... ahh!

As expected, he's pounding his mouth like a fish lacking acid, punching around on the floor.

Ha, funny.

... interesting, it should be.

You can point and laugh, but it's not funny at all.

What is it, this unfulfilled feeling?

You could be more scuffy.

"... forget it, let's kill"

Yeah, I'm sure it's because he's not a real vendetta.

If you kill the true enemy, King Burtoghu, the Moya Moya on your chest should also disappear.

It's all scuffy, it should all be over.

Grab your head, aim for the back of your skull, your brain, and activate your powers.

"Play, fly."

Bikun's head trembled heavily.

I don't see it, but my brain must have boiled and burst.

I spasmodically cramped my body a few times, and Karon stops moving.

"Fuck off, you pig."

At the end of the day, I kicked my head off funny.

Open the door, look around carefully and leave the room.

Then Mr. Joana came running with great momentum from the other side.

"Killier, I'm sorry! I screwed up!

"... what?

If you look behind you, two soldiers coming after you.

Oh, I see.

The infiltration was broken?

"No, what are you doing!?

"Oh man!

Brilliantly, I'm involved, too.

Run down the hallway with Mr. Joana.

"It's an intruder, there's another one!

"Look, look! Master Caron is dead! They are killing me!!

"What! Let the guys outside know too!

Wow, I found out everything.

One of them goes to inform See-Jang at the gate, and the other one comes after us.

What's going on, this?

"Hey, what a good operation! No!?

"On the third floor for now! Talk to you later!

Run up the stairs, run up, run down the hallway.

From behind is a soldier with an undressed sword.

I'm round hips, Mr. Joana has one short knife.

If they chase you, well, the winning eye is thin, right?

Run for a run, finally on the third floor.

"Yes, what next!

"Room per poke, because the key is secured! We're getting out of there!

"Wow, you're ready for nothing!

If it doesn't pull that far, I hope you don't find it in the first place.

Run through the hallway to the poke and arrive to the desired room.

Mr. Joana hurries up and tries to open the key.

"Come on, come on! We're already that far!

"Don't make me rush! Open!"

The rattle, and the sound, the key opens.

Hurry and open the door, first me, then Mr. Joana jumped in and closed the key from the inside.

"Hey, open up! Damn!"

Don't, don't, chatter, chatter.

There is the sound of a rambling knock on the door and an attempt to turn a door knob that does not turn.

"And for now, help --"

I moved my gaze into the room, and I was blinded.

There he is, to the silver-haired girl.

You can stretch your hair all you want with blush, and your clothes are just as worn out.

The body is thin and has a collar on it.

The chains don't seem to be connected.

But my eyes were beautiful.

Blue-colored eyes, long lashes.

You look pretty neat, too.

I guess my age is about the same as mine.

"Hey, brave man. What a blur."

"Oh, no, it's not. This kid, who?

"Come on, I don't even know what's going on in your house. Daimyo Slave or something like that."

Well, sure.

From what I've seen, I guess I'm a slave.

That's how you dress.

"More than that, we don't have time to slow down. Let's get out of here!

"No, how..."

While he was saying something like that, Mr. Joana opened the window and bent over a leafy street tree and threw a rope with a key.

Outside the window is the back of the mansion, with no crowd.

When you pull the hook into the tree to make sure it's eaten disappointingly, strain the pin and rope and tie it to the pillars in the room.

Finally, I tied two short ropes into a rope and tied them in a slight shape, and made a handshake for two.

"Yes, the escape route is complete. Let's get down to business."

"You're handy. Okay, I'll go first."

We have to get out of here fast, or they'll call for backup or something.

That's when I took a step to the window, and my pants were stuck.

It's not so much that you can't walk, with weak forces that you can easily shake off.

"... hmm?

The killer, this girl.

You can shake it off and just run away, but this kid just stared me in the eye.

It's like, I don't want you to go, but with your face.

"What? I'm in a hurry. If you have something to say, make it clear."

"... eh, eh, eh!

"... what?

Are you trying to squeeze your mouth out and squeeze your voice?

But my voice didn't come out.

It feels similar to Karon, who just broke his throat.

"Maybe you, can't you talk?

"... Huh!

The words seemed understandable and I nodded.

"You want to follow me?

"... eh... eh"

"... well"

Take me and I'll sue you desperately with my eyes.

I'm not willing to get deeply involved with anyone, but I don't think I can abandon them here.

I felt like I couldn't leave her here alone if she looked at me like I'd been abandoned by everything.

"Hey, Mr. Joana. I'll take this kid with me, too, so I'll say hello."

"... Huh? Ha!?"

I don't hear any objections.

Holding the girl's thin body with her left arm, she held the end of her handshake with her right hand and kicked the window frame of the mansion and jumped out.