I Just Wanted to Avoid Death - Chapter 101
Edward, Edward!
‘That damned bastard, Edward!’
Ever since arriving at the Mishemol Duchy, he’d wished he could go just one day without hearing that damned name. He desperately wanted to find Edward and stretch his cheeks as far as they could go.
“Come on, quickly!”
Cursing inwardly, Yeshion clutched his aching back and ran toward the banquet hall.
Honestly, he wanted to ignore everything and pretend he knew nothing—but he couldn’t do that.
Not after seeing Rosaline’s anxious expression. When he’d asked how someone who was a saintess could be so fearful, Rosaline had hesitated, whispering nervously.
“I…I’ve never used my divine powers without Eldis around before.”
“What…?”
“Y-you know… My powers are weak enough that I can’t even detect demons properly.”
With that, Rosaline had clung tightly to Yeshion’s sleeve, silently begging him to come along. Seeing Rosaline’s guilt-ridden expression, Yeshion had no choice but to hurry to the banquet hall, even though his lower half throbbed painfully and his back ached terribly.
“Here, over here!”
As they approached the gathered crowd, the scene was complete chaos.
Edward, thoroughly drunk and smiling foolishly, was struggling against the priests who held him down, gripping a dagger in his hand. The attendant he’d stabbed lay collapsed on the floor.
“What in the world…”
When Yeshion exhaled sharply, Edward noticed him and began waving excitedly.
“Ohhh, it’s Yeshion! Yeshion! You came to see me, right? Didn’t you?”
As Edward swung his arms around wildly, dagger still in hand, a nearby priest saw an opening and tried to snatch it away.
“How dare you!”
Edward shouted furiously, glaring at the priest. Truly, Edward hadn’t changed one bit since the first day Yeshion arrived in the Mishemol Duchy.
‘Pathetic bastard.’
Although Yeshion had often grumbled about possessing someone as troublesome as himself, at least he wasn’t trapped in someone like Edward.
Had he been reincarnated into that kind of brat, he’d probably have died a dog’s death somewhere due to the karma piled up from reckless behavior.
“S-Saintess, quickly!”
Distracted by Edward for a moment, Yeshion heard the desperate voice of a priest holding the fallen attendant.
“Be still!”
Yeshion glared coldly at Edward, snapping at him. He then closely examined the wounded attendant clutching his chest.
“…Hah.”
A shaky breath slipped from Yeshion’s lips involuntarily.
These wounds couldn’t possibly be dismissed as drunken mistakes. Two stabs in the chest, one in the abdomen.
No matter how you looked at it, Edward had clearly intended to kill him.
“Hehe, heh heh… Yeshion, aren’t I good with a knife? If you stay with me, I’ll kill all those worthless guys for you!”
“…Crazy bastard.”
Yeshion glared at Edward, his voice dripping with disgust.
He was a bastard who never should have been involved with anyone. In fact, it would’ve been better if he’d never even been born.
How could anyone stab someone with intent to kill and then casually spew such nonsense?
But now wasn’t the time to focus on that lunatic. Struggling to suppress his boiling anger, Yeshion gently grabbed the attendant’s arm.
“Hoo…”
Taking a brief breath, Yeshion closed his eyes and began praying sincerely, wishing this innocent person wouldn’t become another victim of Edward’s madness.
At that moment, a wave of dizziness overcame Yeshion as a bright burst of light poured from his fingertips.
“W-what’s going on…!”
The attendant, who moments ago had screamed as though dying, was instantly healed.
“W-why?! Why did you heal him?! Yeshion! I… I made him so pretty…”
“What the hell!”
Just as Edward started ranting again, Rosaline swiftly interrupted him, cutting him off mid-sentence.
Rosaline, who had been checking the attendant’s healed wounds by Yeshion’s side, stepped up to Edward and without hesitation, slapped him hard across the face.
Smack!
As the sharp sound echoed through the banquet hall, everyone watching gasped in shock.
“You…you… You hit me…?”
“Why? Is stabbing someone okay, but getting slapped yourself isn’t?”
“You…you hit me? Did you just hit me?”
Despite Rosaline’s furious tone, Edward was too stunned to fully grasp reality, merely touching his rapidly swelling cheek.
Seeing him repeatedly mumble the same thing, Yeshion shook his head in disgust. If Edward were someone capable of coming to his senses, he would have done so by now.
“How dare…someone like you… a mere Saintess…”
“What?”
“My father…not even Yeshion…ever slapped me. How dare a mere Saintess!”
