71 [2-5] The cats grudge is to be to be to be to be ... (2/2)

”Hmm. It's awful comfortable, but it's soft and somewhat warm.

The adventurers around him looked at him.

The adventurers around him would not make eye contact. The Marquis of Seebach may have had his own reservations about the poor taste of his games, but he did not blame his employer for that.

Miaranse's body creaked.

Gritting his teeth, Miarandze suddenly thought of a way to express the anger swirling in his chest.

You ...... should have been killed in King's Landing.

”What?

It was rare for Miaranse to speak back.

It wasn't because he was afraid of being chastised if he rebelled, but because he felt that talking back was just what Frank wanted. It's because it frustrates Frank the most when I look like I'm doing nothing.

But today, for some reason, he was not in the mood.

”You're an outcast who doesn't deserve to live. You take the lives of others for fun, and you love them. ......!

The undead monsters who kill for revenge make a lot more sense than you!

We deserve to be destroyed, this country!　A demon with a human face like you is heavily used. ......

The weight disappeared from Miaranse's back. Just as I thought that.

”What?

The impact shook Miarandze's head, and he fell down.

”Kwahahahahaha!　How dare you!

Frank was standing there with a piece of wood he had pulled out of the fireplace.

He struck Miaranse with it.

Miarandze fell down, but his body obeyed Frank's command and tried to get down on all fours again.

Frank struck him again.

”Oh, ......!

”It's been almost ten years since I bought you, huh?　Hmm?

Good, even the young maids have rotten eyes, but you're not dead yet!

That's why it's worth disciplining you!

Frank shouted in a voice that was overturned with excitement.

Frank liked Miaranse.

For him, the best entertainment is watching Miarandze physically torment him, push him mentally, and watch him struggle and struggle and struggle.

Ten years. That's just a few words, but it's enough time for the young Miaranse to grow up. Longer than the happy years he had lived in the forest, Miaranse had been enslaved and humiliated by this man.

”No matter how much I hate you!　You cannot defy me!　Let your soul know who is Lord!

”...... Ugh!　......!

The firewood swung down mercilessly and struck Miaranse.

His body was completely immobile. The only resistance he could muster was to scream.

”Die!　Die!　Die!　You, you, you, ......!

”You say 'die' instead of 'kill'. You seem to know what you're doing. You know there's nothing you can do about it.

”Ugh, ......!

The firewood struck Miarandze in the back.

Clenching his teeth, Miarandze stifled a scream.

--If only I had the power to ...... kill this thing!

Kill ......!　Kill ......!　Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

If only thoughts could kill, Miaranse thought.

No matter how much you fill your heart with murderous intent, your resentment will never reach you.

It was not supposed to.

Then, suddenly, the area shook.

”Whoa!

Frank let out a pathetic scream and fell over. Frank screamed and fell down, and Miaranse, who was on top of him, fell down as if crushed.

When Mehranze looked up again.

The hut was half blown away.

The walls and pillars were still standing at about half their original height, but everything above them had been gouged out. A chilly wind blew through the air, and sunlight poured down from the clear blue sky.

I thought there was a strange reaction to the ”Life Sensor”, so I came here. ......

Someone landed on the masonry of the chimney, which had reached its halfway point.

It was the silver glow that Miaranse had dreamed of.

A beautiful girl with silver hair and eyes.

A rose of fresh blood on the skirt of her white dress.

In one hand she held her own head, and in the other a bright red sword that looked like it had been carved out of a jewel.

Named monster ”Rose Princess of Hell”.

Her innocent face twisted into a fierce grin.

”Bingo. I'm pretty sure it's the Marquis of Seebach.