Episode 133

Translator : Missme

Editor : Aru

Shit, what was the problem?

Inner Seacomert supported the splint and looked down at his right wrist, whining with a white bandage.

He frowned his brows. The pain still seemed to come up.

Crazy woman.

When Princess Lydia hit him mercilessly in the wrist at a jewellery store during the day, he was astonished.

There was also a question. Why?

At this rate, his opponent really hates him. Why? Why doesnt she like him like the other girls?

He remembered her saying that she had someone in mind. But it was that and this was this.

He thought wealth and beauty were all the best for women. So, of course, wouldnt that be the case?

Why is there such a saying as a flower of both hands? Its such a precious flower that you couldnt find anywhere else.

Damn, it was wrong to try to seduce her in the first place. She was blind enough not to recognize a handsome man like me.

Inner Seacomert was confident of getting all the women in the world, but the blind and the lunatic were exceptions.

He decided to relax and think Princess Lydia was an exception.

There is no lingering regret. Yeah, well, hes achieved his goal anyway. The process is no big deal. The important thing is the results.

At this time, the old man asked questions to Inner Seacomert, who was lost in his own thoughts.

But Inner, what happened to that wrist?

Yes?

I dont think its an ordinary injury. Is it broken?

Oh, this is

Inner Seacomert blurted out his words. He seemed to be pondering for a moment while looking at the floor, then he came up with an answer.

.during the battle, by mistake.

Such a thing.

The old man clicked his tongue loudly.

He seemed worried or rather harsh.

You need to take care of yourself because were ahead of the big event.

I have no excuse.

Inner Seacomert bowed his head silently.

But his mind was busy. He recalled the day when his right wrist was broken.

Inner Seacomert was not injured during the battle, as he claimed.

He was attacked by an unidentified assailant.

He was on his way home as usual after stopping at a bar he often went to.

As he entered a deserted alley, some masked men suddenly appeared and attacked him.

Of course, he resisted, but it was useless. His opponents were like men who were engaged in violence or murder.

His skill was excellent, and his escort fainted before he could get them.

Inner Seacomert rolled his head hard, drunk in his thoughts. Money? A robbery for money?

But the assailants had this conversation with each other over the helpless Inner Seacomert.

Wasnt the order to kill him?

Dumb ass. Its not that, its just the right wrist.

Oh, right. Shall we cut it then?

They ask us not to make any hassle. If you cut it off then itll become a hassle.

Ahthen Ill have to break it.

Yes, thats right.

Inner Seacomert almost lost his mind when he heard the conversation they were talking in a nonchalant voice.

If he had been a little bit drunker, hed really lost his mind.

However, fortunately, because the reason remained, he couldnt show up to that extent.

Instead, he had to feel relatively sober and in pain when his wrist breaking.

Kergggggh.

Uggh!

Inner, are you all right?

Oh, yeah. Im fine.

Inner Seacomert touched his forehead with the back of his hand. He didnt even move from his seat, but hes sweated.

It was a cold sweat.

Inner Seacomert bites the flesh inside his lips gently.

Who the hell were they? What were they doing? Who was the target of the ritual?

He told Princess Lydia that he saw the criminal in the Dukedom, but it was a complete lie.

In fact, Inner Seacomert had so many grudges that he couldnt even pick out the suspects properly.

He was human trash, but he was surprisingly aware of his own.

Damn it. Just thinking about the time when they broke his wrist like a dog making him cursed on his own. Still, it was an unexpected blessing in disguise, as he benefited from his broken wrist.

You must not be feeling well. Youll have to go in today. Tomorrow is an important day.

Thank you for your consideration.

You have to keep this in mind.

The old man added a few words to Inner Seacomert.

You must succeed tomorrow. If the Duke of Widgreen returns after any further delay, then we cannot guarantee it. Do you understand?

Inner Seacomert nodded firmly.

Yes, I understand.

***

I felt a little better after writing Inner Seacomert on the death note.

To be more precise, it was refreshing to imagine that the opponent was divided into 108 pieces while writing six letters of the name on the death note.

When Ash gets back, youre done.

A kill list. Death Note, or a collection of humans to be destroyed to Ash.

I wouldnt use this kind of thing if I could do it. As long as his name is written here, the opponent will die no matter what.

He wont even die in fine conditions. I wrote every detail when he held me by the wrist twice, that he stalked me and even threatened me.

.

Should I take it out a little?

Yeah, even if a person dies, I should preserve his bone powder after his death.

At least as much as the body, so that the Inner Seacomerts soul can properly go to the underworld.

Lady, I hear you have a place to go out today.

Then Bessie knocked and called me. I pulled myself up with a death note that I was agonizing over the correction.

Thats right, Bessie. Thank you.

And where are you going to go?

Bessie asked, looking at my outfit. I checked my dress.

The long-sleeved dress that fastens all the way to the neck. Gloves that go up to the wrist. A coat, a veiled hat.

Just, I thought Id go see a play with someone I know.

A play? Sounds good.

Bessie didnt ask me why I was so tight.

Does she think its because its cold?

Half right and half not. The cold is cold, but the other reason is Inner Seacomert.

I dont want to show myself to him.

Not my face! Not my body! Just everything! Its too good to show him!

Im going to wrap it up very tight and then show it to Ash when he gets back.

I laughed to myself, forgetting the place and imagining it insidiously, and soon cleared my throat.

Ill be right back, then.

Be careful when you come back!

Lets go, my lady.

The escort I was assigned with today was Muscle Keith like last time.

Originally, I was going to go out with Sir Davery, but I changed my mind.

Sir Davery is quick-witted. It would be difficult if he could at least find out that I was threatened by Inner Seacomert.

Whats wrong with that?

Because somehow Sir Davery could bury Inner Seacomert right there.

I feel like I wont let it go. Its a loss to Sir Davery after all rather than to me.

Its a shame if his own family didnt know what human trash his family has.

In that respect, Im sorry to Sir Muscle Keith, but he is tactless, so he is the right man for a day like today.

I left the mansion thinking so.

Youre out.

And as soon as I went out, I quickly felt bad.

I have to see that face as soon as I get out of the house.

I frowned at Inner Seacomert, who had the unluckiest chance to pick me up in front of the house.

We can just go separately and met at the destination, but why must you come in front of my face from the start?

Inner Seacomert looked at me and hesitated.

Youre dressed nicely. Its beautiful whatever you wear.

Theres a fly talk.

I ignored and approached the carriage. Inner Seacomert reached out his hand as if he would escort me.

I ignored it again and climbed on, holding Sir Keiths hand.

I got in the carriage and muttered deliberately as if to listen.

What kind of escort has only one hand?

I think I just heard some grinded sound or is it just my imagination?

Blow. Its savoury. While I was childishly amused, the carriage set off. The carriage went straight out of the mansion.

Dont you wonder where were going?

Yes.

Looking out of the window, I answered back without looking.

If I were you, my pride would have been hurt, but Inner Seacomert wouldnt be daunted and talked to me.

do you usually enjoy watching plays?

Yes.

I see. This play will be quite different from what youve seen before.

Yes.

Im bet. You wont be disappointed.

Yes.

By the way, this carriage, where the hell is it going?

And then I thought it was a temple.

The scenery outside the window became increasingly unfamiliar. What temple is it? Love? Time? Oh, maybe not love. The Emperor must have already mended it.

So the temple of time, or.

Were here.

Then the carriage stopped. I got out of the carriage ignoring Inner Seacomert, who was trying to escort me again for his lack of learning ability.

I took a moment of strange scenery into my eyes.

There was a temple in this place?

The view that came into the eyes was rather vague. It feels like Im in the middle of an abandoned forest.

The temple, which was built in such a place, gave a bleak yet stark impression.

Youre doing a play here?

I asked myself, and Inner Seacomert smiled.

Itll be a very interesting play.

Well, youll be the only one having fun.

Youll be really surprised when you see it. Its amazing.

Thatll be more than your personality.

I walked away listening to Inner Seacomerts chattering.

Anyway, now that were here, Ill have to see if its a play or something. I felt at ease.

This is a gift from the underworld to Inner Seacomert, who has only a few days left to live anyway.

That lightened my step. Yeah, hell be leaving this world, but its a play, so I can watch it together as a farewell celebration. then..

It was then. A carriage other than me and Inner Seacomert came in here and stopped.

It was an unexpected figure to get off the carriage.