Chapter 6: Carriage

The temperature inside the room drops in an instant.

It had been a long time since the orc, who was kneeling on the floor, had stopped thinking.

Rachel showed a different behavior from the original work.

Originally, she was a woman who hated Ian to death and didn’t even pay attention to him.

Ian was a ruffian, and he used to have outbursts in the office every day.

But since he suddenly started being a good son, Rachel has changed.

It was as if she was releasing something that had been blocked.

He brought in concepts that she had never heard of before, solving paperwork problems that had been giving her headaches.

Problems that would have taken 10 subordinates several months to solve were solved in an instant.

Was his talent for work a late bloomer? She was so surprised and suspicious of his talent.

In addition, he greeted her in the morning, which he never used to do, and apologized for his poor health. He also had a maid deliver a love-filled letter to her door every day.

It had been a long time since that became Rachel’s daily pleasure.

The feeling of love permeated her parched heart.

There were three main reasons why her heart was dry.

Her husband, whom she was forced to marry, hadn’t visited her bedroom in who knows how long.

Her first and second sons were so busy with their own work that she couldn’t even see them in the mansion anymore.

That’s why she locked herself in her office and solved problems.

She was satisfied with occasionally seeing a brief news about her son in the newspaper or eavesdropping on conversations between maids or knights about her child.

But Ian, whom she hated the most, erased that version of herself.

If he doesn’t come to greet her in the morning, she suddenly worries that his illness has worsened.

If there is no letter in the evening, she feels sad.

She was surprised that she couldn’t even hold a pen properly and couldn’t concentrate.

Without her realizing it, Ian had permeated her.

She couldn’t do anything in the evening, just waiting for his letter.

News of his growth and the solved magic formulas that he brought every day.

She wondered if that was the reason why she was sitting in her office for so long, and she now felt a motherly feeling, not just pride in his accomplishments.

He’s finally coming to his senses.

I love him.

I care for him.

But it’s strange.

There was no reason for her heart to race in the carriage.

She should be worried about him.

“I, I’m sorry.”

Ian, who was startled while caressing her breast, was flustered.

But she didn’t push his shoulder away.

It meant that she didn’t dislike it.

Now, she was trapped by Ian’s arms, and the faint scent of his masculinity brushed against her nose, which was close to his neck.

When his hand fell away, she thought, ‘I wish you had touched me a little more,’ which was an embarrassing thought even for herself.

When Ian’s body touched hers, it was as if.

Yes.

Rachel confirmed that this was an immoral feeling.

That feeling.

It was like oil.

When the fire was lit, it caused a huge blaze.

Her youngest son, whom she loved dearly.

The son she gave birth to.

That precious son, whom she would cherish more than her own eyes.

That dirty and ugly monster.

“…touched him.”

Shudder.

Just one word made the orc merchant’s body convulse as if it would explode.

“How dare you…”

The ferocious mana that she had never seen before surrounded the entire room.

The guy was still frozen in place, not understanding the situation, just by a single word.

And that action was enough to offend Rachel.

Rachel, trembling with anger, clenched her fist tightly.

As the ground shook, Rachel’s black hair rose into the air, surrounded by blue mana. She looked like a mage using telekinesis.

“You really don’t value your life.”

A terrifying gaze kills the orc.

Just looking at her gaze felt like a murderous act.

The stone around them froze.

I felt a sense of déjà vu from the experience of the carriage being attacked.

“…You’re not answering. Well, that’s fine. I’ll just behead everyone related to you for insulting me.”

The fact that she said such a thing so indifferently with a cold expression made it believable.

No, it was.

A person like Rachel could easily have this s*ave trader publicly executed just by blowing a little breath.

So he was even more desperate.

“I, I’m sorry…!!!!!”

He bangs his head.

The bitter taste of blood paralyzes his taste buds.

The only thing he could feel was the foot of the woman who was currently trampling on his head.

“Shut up.”

If apologizing was enough, this situation wouldn’t have happened in the first place.

Just before the volcano that was about to erupt went into a full-blown explosion, Rachel barely managed to hold onto her broken reason and approached Ian, who was holding his arm.

Blood was dripping from his arm.

His skin was torn.

A blue bruise was visible in the center of his fair skin.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and her anger gauge exceeded its maximum limit.

“Mother, I’m fine-“

“Don’t lie. Your body isn’t that strong. If you get hit by a whip like that, you might have broken a bone. Take that s*ave and go to the carriage. There will be a butler there to treat your wound.”

It was a command that did not allow for any objections.

She was so determined that Ian couldn’t say anything.

“Ugh.”

The freezing floor became colder and colder.

The interior of the room, which had already entered sub-zero temperatures, was as if a blizzard was blowing.

Before it was too late, I opened the door and took Yuria out.

She was shivering in the cold, with her body curled up.

As expected, a piece of cloth was not enough to keep her warm.

“Yuria. Are you okay?”

There was no answer.

Her head was down, and she was being led by my hand, looking unwell.

I lowered my posture to meet her gaze.

Her eyes, which slowly rose, were full of only a sense of loss.

It was not the kind of look a child would have.

Her lips moved, then closed repeatedly.

She wanted to say something.

Thank you for saving me.

I’m sorry, I’m useless.

Because of me… I, I… because of me…

She didn’t know what to say and apologize for first.

“Be, because of me… Ian… are, are you badly hurt…? I, I’m sorry. Sob, sob.”

She was so out of it that she couldn’t even speak properly.

Ah. She’s crying.

That was the normal reaction.

But if you look closely, it was different.

Her combat power was divided into whether she had consumed a very small amount of blood or not.

Elder Vampire.

Her ability, which was already at the level of a hero’s wall, was that of a vampire of a noble family.

In addition, she had a special racial class that only a select few among the thousands of noble vampires had.

In other words, as befitting the strongest in the world, if the environment is right, she’s f*cking strong from now on.

-Drip, drip.

Transparent tears fell from the bottom of her red eyes.

Her tear ducts should have dried up long ago.

But they were still flowing.

Her heart, which had seemed to stop like a cold corpse, was beating wildly.

She bared her sharp claws and exuded a murderous intent that was unbelievable for a child.

Ian, who was not sensitive to such sensations, didn’t feel much, but if a knight had seen this, he would have fainted and foamed at the mouth.

But she was so angry, so angry.

She wanted to kneel down right now and let out her lost emotions with a loud cry.

These feelings, which she felt for the first time, hurt Yuria’s heart so much.

It was as if a stake had pierced her heart and made a big hole in her chest.

It’s painful.

It hurts so much.

She hurt him.

Because of her.

The look of pain in Ian’s eyes.

It overlapped with her trauma.

And the way he took care of her until the end.

Every time it made her heart flutter, it became more painful with tears.

What can I do?

What is there?

I don’t know how to make human food. Because I don’t know the taste.

I don’t even know what he wants.

As her 고민 deepened, her heart became more and more twisted.

Without realizing it, she stopped walking, clutching her chest.

“I… should just kill him.”

A cold wind blew between the two who had come outside.

“Master.”

Yuria called out to him while running.

As if pulled in the opposite direction, Ian’s body went forward and then was pulled back.

No matter how hard he tried to go forward, he couldn’t win against her, who was a vampire, in terms of strength.

“Why did you buy me?”

It was strange.

This man was strange.

Knowing that she was a vampire, a globally illegal vampire, and giving blood to a vampire, especially to the leader of the vampires, was not something a sane person would do.

But the former reason is not it.

This man was not crazy. So it was questionable.

In fact, the cold was no longer meaningful to her, who had just absorbed blood.

“That’s…”

-Boom!!!!

As if to awaken my senses, the explosion that hit my eardrums startled me.

There, of course, a battle was taking place between Rachel and those who appeared to be mercenaries.

I thought it was over with the previous blow.

But what we should be worried about now was not her safety.

It was ours.

The broken debris does not disappear like in a cartoon.

The dark shadow that immediately casts over us evokes a primal fear.

But that wasn’t what was important now.

Yuria has no combat experience.

Therefore, she cannot adapt to the speed of superhumans.

A jump that she makes out of surprise could be 3 meters or 10 meters.

And that action can be dangerous.

Right now, Yuria was only thinking about jumping to an empty space.

She thought that she could get out of here properly no matter how many meters she jumped.

It wasn’t wrong.

Yuria is an incredible superhuman, and it was clear that she could avoid this.

But.

The place where Yuria jumped with Ian was where the carriage was supposed to be.

The moment I turned my head with an indifferent look.

Ian was screaming.

“Dodge!!!!!”

What.

“Dodge!!!!!!!!!!!!”

That place.

It was the place where a large carriage, startled by the sound of the collapsing building debris, was running wild.

The dark shadow that flies in inadvertently catches my attention.

The black hooves that charge.

If you get hit directly by a carriage weighing several hundred kilograms at a speed of several kilometers per hour, how many people will survive?

If it were Yuria, who had finished growing, it would have been used to clear her throat, but the current Yuria was a newborn sprout.

‘If she doesn’t know how to defend herself and gets hit directly by that…’

She’ll die.

No matter who it is.