86 – Queen of the Backstreets – 12
three days. The deadline the woman said passed quickly.
To be precise, it’s a little strange expression, but it would be a little more appropriate to say that I was passed by.
That’s because they’ve been playing die for three days.
The cause was the blond man who broke into my inn out of nowhere. No matter what he was doing, his face was overflowing with freshness.
He dragged me around saying he knew a good shop and drank, and when the number of bottles stacked on the table exceeded double digits, he moved to another shop and drank again.
There was even a time when they started blowing bottles at each other as soon as they sat down. No, there were quite a lot.
I had to do that for three full days without rest, so I can’t help but think that the time has passed in an instant.
Moreover, it was filthy difficult to hear voices laughing and chatting all the while drinking. It was to the extent that it was hard to find the moment when the words were cut off.
I was just quietly being dragged around. There was nothing to do anyway, and it was because I thought that if I went out with that person, at least I wouldn’t get into a fight on my own.
Whether I was quiet or not, he kept talking to himself.
If he hadn’t chosen expensive bars and entered them, he would have told me to close his mouth, but he let me in because he only found ridiculously expensive bars.
Thanks to that, I was able to spend gold coins in my own way, so I should welcome it with open arms. I was still far short of the amount Charlotte had asked for, but it was fortunate.
Even though he was actually paying for it, he had a rather shy expression, but it wasn’t something I knew. When I asked him if he had more money than me, he quietly kept his mouth shut.
Rather than delaying calculations to each other, conversely, it is like trying to calculate yourself somehow. It was ridiculous even when I thought about it.
I took the sword leaning in the corner of the room, and in the end, I couldn’t find a proper way to deal with it, so I opened the door with the empty potion bottle that I had put on for three days.
In front of the room, the innkeeper was waiting with a rather heavy-looking pouch in one hand. When I did something, it seemed to be a procedure to check if anything was damaged.
Knowing his intentions, he quietly moved aside. The innkeeper took a quick look around the room, then came out and politely held out the pouch in his hand.
“Here are the 50 silver coins we promised.”
“You don’t need it, so take it.”
When I refused the hefty pocket that was offered to me, the owner seemed to not even pay attention to my way of speaking, repeatedly saying thank you over and over again and bowed down.
Take that and tell me where to use it. It looks like I won’t be able to use all the money I have right now and go back. I was rather the one who got into trouble when I received that money.
Going down to the first floor of the inn, there was a corpse sprawled on the floor with its limbs stretched out. The smell of alcohol was everywhere.
Suddenly our eyes met. The corpse raised its trembling hand and pointed at me with its index finger.
“This… this, the monster bastard…”
Then he collapsed again.
The identity of the corpse was the blond man who brought me here. They dragged me here and there and drank me down for three full days, and eventually it stretched out like that.
Well, first of all, the biggest reason is because he was drinking with me. They told me that I don’t have to drink these things because I’m not drunk, so I did it on my own.
He passed by and threw a word.
“You really don’t listen. I told you, I never get drunk. If I drink 100 bottles and you drink just 1 bottle, you’ll get drunk faster than me.”
“Why, is it real? Ugh.”
I left the inn, ignoring the blond man who turned his head to the side with his cheeks puffing. The morning sun was rising over there.
I was trying to find the building where the woman was, but I stopped and looked around. It was because of the trivial thing I had done three days ago, right here where I am now.
I probably won’t do that again, but there’s nothing wrong with being careful.
‘I couldn’t get anything out of that muscle pig after all.’
It was good that both of his eyes were pulled out so he couldn’t escape, but the guy rolled on the floor in pain from having his eyes pulled out, going mad, and died of shock shortly thereafter.
Thanks to this, of course, the measures against excessive bleeding that had been put in place were useless. I wondered if the tendon should have been cut rather than gouged out.
‘Was the pain of having your eyes gouged out that great?’
I was going to take it off once, but I stopped after barely realizing that this was a street. I haven’t gone that far yet.
Instead, he recalled in his head the sensation of having his eyes and brain churned by a knife. I felt a foreign body inside my skull, but it didn’t hurt that much.
I wondered if this was a shocking pain.
Excluding the pigs that weren’t even worth the money, the guy whose liver was stabbed had long since died from excessive blood loss, and I killed the others with my own hands, so as a result, I couldn’t dig up any information.
‘If I had caught that Latina woman, I would have been able to find out something.’
It was a pity that Latina ran away. The emotion contained in the screams I gave out as I watched myself recover was obvious fear.
It wasn’t a shocking betrayal, though it was a little surprising that the woman was in the company of men. You must have believed before to be shocked.
In all of the continent, there were only three people I truly believed in. Serena, Charlotte, and Christine.
When Latina saw me regenerating intact even after her throat was pierced by a poisoned dagger, she screamed and was very frightened, so with a little threat, she might have spilled out the information as I wanted.
Even though he ran away before I could catch him. If I pursued it, it was clear that I would end up like a dog chasing chickens as I don’t know the geography of this place, so I just let it go.
Arriving at the building where the woman was, questioning whether they were really idiots trying to strip me without even knowing their subject matter, the rice cake sticks I saw earlier stood at attention.
“Welcome! He’s waiting for you on the top floor, so just go up!”
I didn’t even say a few words about who I was and who was waiting on the top floor. The rice cakes opened the front door as soon as they saw my face.
I had visited once before, so there was no reason for me to hesitate. Bill stepped between the rice cake sticks standing firm on both sides of the door.
However, the inside of the building was distinctly different from last time.
The last time I came, there were no traces of the women standing here and there on the first floor. A chilly silence descended deeply.
Before I could ask what was going on, the door closed. Suddenly, the sound of the door being locked was heard from outside.
Light came in from the windows, but it was far from enough to illuminate the entire first floor. Antique furniture and decorations greeted me with a gloomy atmosphere.
The question of why the door was locked passed through my head. The click and clack of the doorknob proved that I hadn’t heard it wrong.
As long as the situation was going like this, knocking on the door and cursing about what bullshit it was was meaningless. It’s clear that it won’t open anyway.
You said you’d be waiting for me on the top floor, so I’ll do as you say. With that in mind, I started climbing the stairs one by one to the upper floor.
‘Is there any reason why you have to do this to me now?’
As I climbed up, I kept guessing what the hell was going on, but I couldn’t come up with a good answer.
The money required to create a new identity has already been paid in advance. There is nothing here that has caused anything to be blamed for.
If killing 5 people who were arguing with was an incident, it would be an incident, but on the contrary, there are too many witnesses, so it is difficult to find fault with it.
It’s because anyone can see that I’ve been forced to do it on the other side.
‘Well, you’ll know when you go.’
I couldn’t even find a shadow of a person in the building all the way up to the room where I first met the woman.
At this point, it was to the point where I had to question not why there were no people inside the building, but why there were people at the door.
It wasn’t long before we arrived at the door where the woman was waiting. It was still a silent, black door.
The lights in the hallway had been turned off, so it was pitch black even in broad daylight. The blackened corridor created synergy with the turned off lights.
It was only for a moment, but it was enough to make me think that it was nighttime.
I knocked on the door three times and waited. 10 seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds passed, and there was no answer from inside. Knocked on the door again.
It was the same.
Weren’t you waiting upstairs? When I turned the doorknob with that question in mind, the door opened surprisingly easily. This meant that it was open from the beginning.
There was nothing to hold back anyway, so I just went inside. If they asked me why I came in on my own, I definitely knocked, but it was enough for them to reply that they didn’t hear.
Like the hallway, I was greeted by a dark room with all the lights turned off. The blackout curtains on the windows prevented any light from entering.
“I heard you prepared a new identity? Even in the building, no one was there—”
The inside was empty.
