Chapter 11 (2/2)
“Everyone inside Behemoth saw you and you still dare to feign innocence?”
“Ha! You’re all probably conspiring after my wealth, how can we be sure of that?”
‘This son of a bitch and his mouth…!’
“Well, do you have proof that I’m after your money? Is that why you’re doing this?”
Brian just laughed at her rebuttal. As if he didn’t need to answer that.
“…?”
Lana ran her eyes over the gathering uneasily. They had swallowed the story of her conspiracy to gain riches hook line and sinker as if it was a highly contagious disease plaguing them. She clenched her fist, feeling suffocated and nauseated. No matter how much money they lacked, she had no reason whatsoever to resort to such machinations. But to these people, the false allegations that she was out for money was far more credible than the fact Brian was carrying out perverse acts.
The people of this neighbourhood should’ve all known how this jerk’s eyes unfailingly roamed around in the presence of women. That even if he weren’t around, perverts were prevalent in this neighbourhood which had alarmingly low levels of security. Even so, the gazes levelled on Lana were cold. Although her words were most likely valid given the odds and circumstance, it was as if they were obliged to suspect her. Lana gripped onto her hammer.
‘This asshole who can’t even take a hit…!’
Right. This pervert who couldn’t even withstand a hit. In a twinkling, she applied strength to the hand holding the hammer.
‘This bastard, should I just kill him?’ It was a mouth-watering thought, but reality stood in the way of her hammer. ‘Kill him? In front of all these onlookers? Kill the son of the village chief?’
‘Even though this jackass’s family held no peerage, they were quasi-nobles. If I kill such a person, what will happen to me and Sayre Unnie*?’
*T/N: older female relative/friend.
Lana welcomed a sense of soul-crushing despair, and feeling horrible, turned away, but suddenly—
“See. You have nothing to say because I uncovered your intentions, huh?”
“…What?” Don’t be a shit like Brian
Brian grinned like a Cheshire cat.
“Your sister is in on this too, right? She doesn’t look too bad herself. Did you two come here to earn money together by means of your bodies?”
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He began bringing up Sayre’s name.
“Leave my sister out of this…”
She spoke through clenched teeth as her hands trembled. Brian’s gaze glued onto her body once again like a bug.
‘Sayre, is there any value in letting something like that live?’
Her hand holding onto the hammer now felt damp.
“Wow, it’s so scary now that I reflect on it. So you sisters have cooked this scheme together, eh? No wonder two women suddenly opened a smithy that doesn’t even suit a rural area like ours. Turns out you came here to earn money by selling your bodies. Ah, could it be that you made a good haul somewhere before coming here?”
She heard people agreeing, echoing ‘Right, right.’
She thought she and her sister were stoutly immune to the prejudice that it was unbecoming of them to lift hammers considering they had started from an early age. The reason they settled in such a rural area was also due to the impression that making weapons was just as unbecoming for women. Since none would commission them to make weapons, it was hard for them to sustain their livelihood.
“I thought it strange too. Why would two women suddenly open a smithy? And in the backwoods at that…”
The people, swept up in his instigation, spat out insults after insults. And Brian, feeling as euphoric as if he now owned the world, said,
“You or that bitch, making a quick buck—”
“Shut up.” i don’t need alcohol
Lana changed the handle of her hammer, then wiped the sweat off her hands.
“…?” to make bad decisions~*
“Just shut up and die.”
Lana lifted her hammer high up in the air, her Aura a deadly spectacle as it enveloped her hammer. But then—
“Alright, Pervert. Tell me. How much money do you have?”
The voice of a small girl cut in.