Volume 8 - Chapter 9 – Tragedy (1/2)

08-09 Tragedy

Content warning: depictions of graphic violence and sexual violence.

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The boat Mine and Elsa were on appeared to have gone about third of the way across the river.

Suddenly, Mr. Ferry, the ferryman, stopped rowing the boat. The boat ceased moving forwards, and began to drift downstream with the current. Although, the current in River Torres was slow. It was only a fourth or so of a person’s walking speed.

“What is the matter?”

Mine looked puzzled and asked,

“Hehehehe…”

The ferryman had a filthy look on his face. Mine had a bad feeling about it and unintentionally gripped Elsa’s shoulder harder.

“!?”

Elsa was then suddenly bent backwards. Mine looked, and it appeared that in the boat there was another man hiding, who crammed something in Elsa’s mouth.

“Young lady!”

“Hehehe, this lady seems like a magic user, so. If she can’t chant then she ain’t no different.”

“W-why you!”

Mine took out a knife hidden in her bosom.

“Uh-oh, that’s dangerous.”

But the ferryman struck Mine’s hand with his paddle.

“Ouch!”

The hit caused Mine to drop the knife. Her wrist was bent and dangling. The bone seemed to have broken.

“The old lady can go to sleep.”

The ferryman again took the paddle and hit Mine’s head. There was a dull sound and,

“Young…la….dy.”

Right after those words Mine lost consciousness.

“!!!!”

Elsa tried to raise her muted voice and struggle, but on top of being unable to chant magical invocation because of the rag stuffed in her mouth, her hands were twisted behind her back, and because of the pain struggling became impossible.

“Hoheheh, that went well, don’t it?”

“Right, I said tonight’s guest is a noble’s daughter, so she’s some quality we ain’t had in a long time.”

The ferryman didn’t just secretly bring people across the river, sometimes he kidnapped them like this and sold them off somewhere. Elsa was today’s spoils.

“How about we first get a taste ourselves.”

“Yeah, it ain’t often you get a chance like this.”

The man who was twisting Elsa’s arm used something like handcuffs to fix Elsa’s arms where they were.

Elsa moaned from the pain of her twisted shoulder and elbow. But the men only grinned and looked down on her.

“Hehehe, how does it feel to be done in by the commoners you normally make light of, miss noble?”

“Even commoners can amount to this much, ya know.”

(That’s not it, I don’t make light of commoners.)

Even though Elsa wanted to say so, she could not.

The ferryman came over and grabbed hold of Elsa’s breasts.

(That feels, bad.)

Elsa tried to turn her body to escape from his hands but,

“Don’t struggle too much or ye’ll fall off the boat.”

He said and the other man straddled on top of Elsa’s stomach.

(Agh, it, hurts.)

Without being able to push over the weight of a grown man, and having even her breathing become agonizing, Elsa’s resistance gradually weakened.

“Oh? Ye done resisting already? In that case, let’s get down to business now.”

The ferryman said and licked his lips.

(No, someone, help, me.)

Elsa desperately yelled, but due to the rag stuffed in her mouth what came out were only moans.

“Uhehe, still growing aren’t they, these breasts.”

While saying so, the ferryman reached for Elsa’s breasts.

(Rai, nii…Jin, kun…)

They who usually saved Elsa weren’t around anymore. Because she had run away from them.

“Elsa!”

At that moment, Mine who had woken up bumped into the ferryman with all of her weight, the ferryman fell inside the boat, and Elsa felt relieved.

“Tch, she’s already awake, huh.”

The other man who was straddling Elsa said annoyedly and picked up the knife Mine had dropped some time ago. The knife’s edge shone in the moonlight.