Anyway, did he stay in front of my house?

This must have been night-Heimdahl's judgment.

At least there was a clue when he came back to my house.

When his night-side, the villain, saw this, he was filled with anger.

'What is this side of you interested in here?'

A moment ago, he could have killed Thorce, but he only stabbed him once with a knife.

Then he watched the situation play out. In other words, he was observing.

The more I thought about it, the more I became aware of the goosebumps that began to crawl across my skin.

'What's the point of putting on this kind of show if he's not going to kill me?'

As I was thinking, Heimdahl stretched out his arm.

What are you doing? H-hold on!

He held a knife over his outstretched arm before I could say anything. My eyes widened.

Miss, if you really are an illegal healer, you'll treat this as well.

Heimdahl's eyes seemed to be asking for me to confirm it while he talked.

I wondered why I had to prove it at this moment.

'You crazy villain!'

Well, I guess it all worked out. Because I had a plan.

I bit my lips tightly, clasping and then opening my hand.

My abilities are expensive.

Iknewit was too generous an offer. But what about 'me'?

That's a 'no' to the current you.

Oh, did I tell you that much during the day?*

I heard you get weird at night.

That's the answer I was looking for.

I held Heimdahl's hand in my tightly bound ones. My fingertips hovered over the wound.

I hated blood.

Humans who suffer are cast aside and those who deliberately hurt others are the worst.

Nevertheless, Heimdahl turned all the disgust around with just the atmosphere and appearance.

Would it be strange to say that scarlet blood looks good against creamy flesh, or is that creepy?

After a moment, a faint white light rose from my hand. By the time the light faded, his wound had disappeared as well.

Wow. This is real. What do we do now?

Whatever you do, just leave me alone and go away.

I thought to myself, but said nothing.

I apologize if I surprised you, Miss.

Heimdahl smiled. It was a nice smile, but I didn't think he would actually let his guard down.

But, interesting. You're the first person who's been threatened this much and hadn't resisted.

Then you haven't seen the world.

I've never heard someone say something that ridiculous.

An unusual red light stirred within the depths of his eyes.

When I think about it, it's the first time that no one is left standing. What do you think, Miss?

I slowly opened my mouth.

If you wanted to kill me, you'd have already done it. You don't seem to be the type to hesitate.

The corners of his lips pulled up.

If you want to kill someone you'd let them lower their guard first. This isn't an exception, you're just not out to kill, right?

At that moment, a strange expression passed over Heimdal's face. But it was already too late.

Thud! Heimdahl's body was thrown back.

He hit the wall hard, upper body immediately curling upwards. He shouted before throwing the dagger:

Sintate!

Thwink! Heimdahl froze as if restrained by an invisible force.

The dagger fell from Heimdahl's hand and clattered to the floor.

The rope fell to the floor as well. It was the other end of the rope that bound me.

I picked up the dagger that had fallen beside my feet and waved it at him.

This situation has turned against you, huh?

I deliberately spoke up to rile him up.

Heimdahl slowly lifted his head.

You can do whatever you want with your head, but you won't be able to do anything else.

I won't allow it.

Did I surprise you? I'm afraid I won't be apologizing, though.

The colorful jewel, the one that blew Heimdahl away, floated next me.

You should've behaved properly.

Sorry, but he's someone you can talk to without trust first.

I added, staring into his eyes. Just like he did moments before.

What did you do to me?

I easily spilled the truth. The secret was already out, anyway.