Escape Plan

The man is like a natural disaster.

You can’t predict it, and even if you know, you can’t avoid it.
It’s like a whimsical storm that can let you sail with its sails spread, but you never know when it will change direction and try to capsize the boat.

This time, the direction of the storm changed towards me.

“Is Tegen not coming today either?”

“He won’t be able to come for a while. An order has been issued to prohibit his approach to the Valtael…”

Since the prison incident, I hadn’t been able to see Tegen or Mashak at all.
The people who came to serve me changed every day.
Not only was I forbidden from taking walks, but I couldn’t even leave the bedroom alone.

Wherever I went, escorting Sura would follow me in a line, but they couldn’t say a single word to me.
Even if I spoke to them, they would just remain silent with an apologetic face, saying they had been ordered not to speak with the Valtael.

During the day, he would isolate me so thoroughly, and then at sunset, he would come to find me alone.
As if doing me a favor.

“Come here.”

The man held me more persistently than before.
Before, there were times when he wouldn’t be seen for three or four days, but now that the imprint sickness was gone, he would come back to the bedroom every day.

As soon as he came in, without a word, he would bite my imprint vein to maximize the pleasure, and then suck my vulva to the point of shame.
It was to the point where I thought being fucked would be better.

“How many times do I have to tell you to relax.”

“Ugh, hngh… No, ah! I told you it’s dirty, haak…!”

“Lift your hips, properly.”

Unable to bear it any longer, I would cry, and he would just watch me silently until I stopped, and then make me drink water.

He would even pass it to me with his mouth to make sure I was hydrated, and then, only after applying saliva until it was swollen and raw, would he align his c*ck.
He would look down at me, who was on the verge of passing out, indifferently and grind his hips.

“Ah, hngh…!”

It was as if he were punishing me.
‘You’re doing such useless things because you’re comfortable. Know your place.’
It felt like he was saying it with his whole body.

I gradually began to avoid the man.

“Haak!”

“…What are you so afraid of?”

“N-n-nothing. Ah, haha, I’m a bit tired.”

As soon as our eyes met, he would come at me like a dog in heat, so I desperately avoided him, and it came to the point where I would be terrified at the mere sight of his face and run away into the blankets.

“I know you’ve been in the room all day, what did you do to be so tired?”

“I did a lot of things! W-wait, aah…!”

Of course, it was useless.
The man would hold me as if possessed by a beast that had died without being able to mate.

After being tormented like that for a whole week, I couldn’t take it anymore and came to a conclusion.

‘…I have to go back to Midvalen.’

In the first place, the contract had no clause about what would happen if I quit in the middle, and if I had to live by watching my back and being submissive, I thought Midvalen would be better.

Baalzeph was also quite a bastard, but he didn’t shove a monstrous c*ck at me like Karvan.

So I decided.
I had to leave Bahalgras first.

[God-Devouring Wolf: Varg (※ There is unread knowledge.)]

[…The primordial Varg were beings in Dowongyeong who checked the tyranny of the gods and monitored their evil deeds. However, the representatives of the gods used their power as a stepping stone for their selfish desires, and the gods sealed the Varg’s power and exiled them to the remote lands. Over a long period of time, their reason for existence faded and they disappeared into the back alley of history….]

The skill descriptions in ‘Legacyth Chronicle’ are like the non-literary section of the college entrance exam.
It means the answer is in the text.

[Valta’s Imprint: Ignores some of the enemy’s passive skills. The critical hit chance of basic attacks increases. Immune to detection-related skills.]

All morning, I read the knowledge and skill sections related to the Varg that I had acquired through ‘Stigma Theory’ until my eyes were about to fall out, and I finally found the answer.

“Immune to detection-related skills.”

The job of the Observer is ‘detection.’
They monitor and track all in-game logs, such as bug abuse, use of illegal programs, and abnormal transactions.

So, I could understand why the Observers were in a state of confusion every time the Varg appeared.

A monster whose very existence had been deleted years ago was wandering around freely, so it was clear that they, as artificial intelligence that moved according to input values, were confused.
And I also have the skill of such a monster.

‘…If that’s the case, couldn’t the Observer also not be able to detect me?’

That thought suddenly came to me.

According to the Varg, the ‘full moon ceremony’ was an act that made the mate’s mana similar to theirs.

So, I should have mana similar to Karvan now, and the Observer avoids him.

‘Nothing to lose.’
‘If I stay here any longer, I’ll just be that canine bastard’s c*ck-sleeve.’
I caressed my still-sore lips and reaffirmed my resolve.

I was planning to go back to Midvalen.
Although there was the annoying Baalzeph, that neutral city was the only place that didn’t treat me like I was invisible.

‘…Or here.’
I thought of the Sura who would smile brightly and wag their tails whenever they saw me.

My heart was about to waver, but I soon shook my head.

‘I have to leave, even if it’s out of spite.’
‘I’ll make that man’s back of the head tingle.’

He must be confident that I would never leave, no matter how much I was treated like a beast, because I was afraid of the Observer, but just wait and see.
I’ll make that ice-cold, ruthless face crumble.

Knock, knock.

As I was fuming, thinking of the man who was always expressionless and whose inner thoughts were unknown, I heard a light knock.

“Eh, what are you glaring at so scarily? Shinbi-nim, is there something in the air?”

The large Varg who had entered cheerfully asked in confusion.
I opened my eyes wide at the familiar face.

“Who has displeased our Valtael? Just say the word! I’ll break their bones!”

“…Tegen?”

It was a face I hadn’t seen in a week.
As I was looking at him as if I had seen a ghost, he grinned with a good-natured expression.

“Long time no see, Shinbi-nim!”

“How did you get here? I heard Karvan had issued an order to prohibit your approach.”

“He rescinded the order!”

Tegen said cheerfully and gestured behind him.
The Sura, who had entered pushing a large cart, began to move the food bowls to the table in front of me.

“He said the Valtael seemed a bit listless lately, and to take good care of you.”

My heart sank at Tegen’s words.

Was it a coincidence, or was it intuition?
Did he notice that I had been deep in thought since yesterday, planning?
Or maybe he had received a report that I was neglecting my meals.

Either way, it was chilling.

The way he was always watching me while pretending to be indifferent.
And the way he didn’t show it at all.

“I’ve prepared only the things Shinbi-nim likes!”

I looked at Tegen with a troubled face.

If it were just yesterday, I would have been so happy and glad to see him.
But to me, who had already made up my mind to leave this place, it felt like an unexpected boulder had rolled into my luggage.

“By the way, what were you glaring at so intently?”

“Huh? Ah, yeah, just, there was a fly over there…”

“Where! Where! I’ll catch it right away!”

As I laughed at the sight of him getting up with his large build and making a fuss, Tegen laughed along without knowing why.
Then he firmly placed the utensils in my hand.

“Now, now, let’s eat first. First, how about a bite of this warm soup!”

Tegen rearranged the dishes in front of me with a skillful and neat touch.

I had already lost my appetite, but I felt sorry for the table that was laden with my favorite foods, so I reluctantly picked up a spoon.

“You’ve lost a lot of weight since I last saw you. Didn’t the underlings take proper care of you? Ah! By the way, this is something Shinbi-nim likes…”

Tegen, sitting at the head of the table, was chattering about something, but I couldn’t hear anything.

Even as I was pecking at a few pieces of glacier fish and thinly sliced deer meat, my mind was full of thoughts of escape.

A major hitch had occurred in my plan.
Until now, I had been alone all day, so I had been looking for an opportunity.
But if Tegen was stuck to my side again, there would be virtually no chance.

During the day, Tegen would follow my every move, and at night, Karvan would hold me and not let me go.

“You’re not eating much. Is there something you want to eat separately? Just say the word!”

“…Really, can I say it?”

“Oh, of course! I’ll go get it for you right away!”

…So, I felt sorry for Tegen, but I lied.

“I want to eat abalone porridge, Tegen.”

“A-abalo… I’m sorry, wh-what kind of porridge?”

“Abalone. I want to eat porridge with a lot of freshly sliced abalone. Grilled is good too, and pickled is good too.”

He looked at me as if he had never heard of such a food in his life.
He was clearly flustered, but he stood up awkwardly and grabbed the doorknob.

“I-I, I’m a country bumpkin, so I don’t know much about human food…. I’ll go ask the kitchen staff first! Just a moment! Please wait just a moment!”

Tegen hurriedly disappeared out of the main building.
I saw him through the window, his tail flying, running towards the common dining hall in the basement.

He probably wouldn’t be back for a long time.

Not only could you not get abalone, which only lives in temperate seas, in a snowy mountain like this, but the wolf beast-kin, who were even unfamiliar with rice, wouldn’t know of a human food called porridge.

‘…I’m sorry, Tegen.’

Muttering an apology that I couldn’t deliver to him in person, I pulled the robe hanging in the room over my head.