“Yust!”
“Hah... You called? That guy’s hobby is in full swing, huh? Well, whatever. Here.” A huge man suddenly appeared behind the beauty. He had short, reddish-brown hair and dark brown eyes. There was a scar by his left eye that looked like it’d been made by four claws. How terrifying! Was he a bandit?!
“That guy...” murmured the prince and the young lord. But the giant man ignored them, and Heinz’s grimace. But who was “that guy”? Did the prince and the young nobleman know?
The giant knelt on one knee, then clasped his hands together and thrust them forward and downward.
“Go on, do it.”
Do what?! I thought, but the face that would make you cry if you met it on a street corner twisted into a delighted grin, and my first thought vanished instantly. Could he be a murderer?!
But, actually, saying that while he was kneeling before this beautiful woman flexing her whip... Somehow it felt like a different door was about to open?!
“Prepare yourself!”
For what?! Before I could mentally protest, the beauty cracked the whip again. She gathered the slack into a loose loop at her wrist, then dashed toward the man. She planted her high-heeled shoe firmly on his clasped hands and crouched low.
Something about that sight was just...good.
“Ooph!” With a shout of determination, the man raised his hands with the woman’s feet in it and stood up straight. The beauty kicked up off the man’s palm just before her body was thrown forward. She leaped high into the air, soaring over the barrier, and swiftly swung her whip above the head of one of the sonic wolves.
The surprise attack from above severed one wolf’s wing at the root. It thudded to the ground.
“Yah!” The huge man moved beneath the falling wolf. Metal devices—definitely brass knuckles—clamped around his fists. As the wolf landed in front of him, he drove a straight punch into its snout. The wolf collapsed, foaming at the mouth.
The beauty flicked the wing of one wolf still in midair with her whip before kicking it down. The ground-bound sonic wolf, whether horrified by its comrade’s fate or terrified by the giant’s demonic presence, rose, but curled its tail between its legs. The giant let out a snort, his fist exploding against the sonic wolf’s skull. It sank into the ground.
As I returned my gaze to the beauty, she straddled the last wolf still suspended in the air, gripping the scruff of its neck.
“Call me queen!” she shouted, still completely without shame. Wait, queen?! There was a real prince right here, was it okay to say that?! I’d swear I’d just witnessed the real-life equivalent of what novels called a “striking a pose”—it felt incredibly intense!
Unfazed by the wolf trying to shake her off, the beauty transformed the long, supple whip in her hands. It changed into one with a tassel-like tip, striking the sonic wolf’s lower back, near its hips, from behind.
SMACK!
The wolf let out a cry.
But this, this different whip scene, it was good!
“I’ll teach you a lesson!” Those dark gray eyes, looking down with such dominance! The legs peeking through the slit of her skirt as she straddled the beast! Everything radiated absolute sensuality, an irresistible allure! It was good!!!
SMACK!
“Now, now, I’m your master!”
Master! Ah...what a powerful word!!!
But if...if only, just if...the beast were Heinz...being whipped on all fours... I could barely contain myself. I instinctively covered my face with both hands, but I couldn’t help peeking at him through my fingers.
As instructed by the beautiful woman he called Master, Heinz—now physically enhanced—tied the rope he’d received from the young lord to the headless beast and dragged it along. He must be taking it to the atelier.
Along the way, Heinz glanced at the beautiful woman, his eyes flickering with fear. Yet a faint, dark envy flickered in his gaze too, tinged with just a hint of jealousy. The beauty definitely had his attention.
If only that beauty were me... If only he looked at me...like that...hmm...it would be unbearably pleasurable... Oh?
The prince released the barrier and, keeping his body facing me, quickly backed away with a rustling sound.
Did I do something? Why did the prince’s face seem to be twitching? On a closer look, the young lord too—he had started walking toward me, but the moment our eyes had met, he had abruptly looked away and stopped?
The beauty struck the wolf’s head with her whip, knocking it unconscious.
“Hey,” the giant man said to her, looking at me, “is that...”
His right hand gripped a short dagger. The wolf over there had stopped breathing, so he must have finished it off. No blood splatter either—he was clearly skilled at this. He really was a bizarre murderer...
“We’re the same, aren’t we?” he whispered softly to the beauty. Of course, I could hear everything.
The same? They wanted me to agree with them, didn’t they? They were looking right at me.
“Ah, well, whatever,” the killer said to the beautiful woman. “For now, just guide everyone here. Once I’m done with this...”
“I apologize for interrupting, but something has come up that requires my immediate attention,” Lord Robur cut in. “You are acquaintances of my sister, correct? Are you perhaps planning to have her cook that meat later?”
But... Cook the meat? Ask the lady? That meat couldn’t be tasty, and those wings looked like they’d only be good as raw resources.
“I was planning to ask the lady later...but would that be considered rude?”
Right, asking the lady would, indeed, be rude. I could understand why the young lord couldn’t overlook it, being he was of the same elite family. Even if the man was a murderer, surely he was just a commoner. Asking the lady something like that would be disrespectful...
“No,” said the young lord. “I want to ask you to pass on a message that I’d like some of it too. And if they’re going to be used as ingredients, then the wings as well.”
What?! A nobleman and the next official head of a ducal family?! And the way his cheeks were flushing... Ah, roses!
“I want mine too.” And now the prince joined in as well?! He’d been expressionless this whole time, yet now his eyes were softening!
Two handsome men lined up like this truly were blooming roses! The psychopathic killers facing them added just the right accent. What on earth was this situation?!
“Understood.” The killer gave an indescribable look of consent, and the roses immediately turned on their heels and left.