I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess

43 – Lawless Land Requitas (3)

It wasn’t that surprising.

Originally, most faiths were destined to be broken.

From the beginning, isn’t trust something that is much rarer to receive in return when you give it away?

Otherwise, the word betrayal would not have existed, so it just came.

It certainly wouldn’t have been a new thing. A bitterness filled the girl’s mouth.

Green eyes scanned a fallen corpse.

It was a woman’s corpse that was very familiar to the girl.

A childhood friend from my childhood. The person she relied on at the most dangerous moment was killed by her sword earlier.

In this hell without laws or morals, childhood had the same meaning as ‘the time when I was weakest.’

Harsh training, hostile forces that constantly seek your life. He was a friend who comforted the girl while she was going through a harsh environment.

That may be why he acted soft.

One day, I realized that she was doing something suspicious, but I couldn’t ask her any questions.

Because he didn’t want to believe that his only friend had betrayed him.

Perhaps he was afraid of hearing the truth. It was like running away from reality like a coward.

In the end, I had to pay the price for being a coward.

The hiding place was exposed due to the betrayal of her childhood friend, and at that moment, the girl had to kill her ‘closest enemy’.

Her face, with blood pouring out of her mouth, is not easily forgotten.

Did we make eye contact at the end? I do not know. Suddenly, the girl felt tightness in her chest.

In this case, it was better for her body to be in pain.

‘Come to your senses, are you free enough to think about random things right now?’

Should I really call this fortunate?

It was very easy for the girl to make herself suffer.

She only needs to move a little like this.

Her thin legs took a step forward.

Her legs only moved for a moment, but she felt a hot pain in her thighs. It was because of the cut I got earlier.

Her blood flowed over her knees and down her legs, and the blood-soaked clothes stuck to her skin and felt strangely uncomfortable.

“Continue?”

When she glanced around, the images of three men appeared.

The man in front had a sneer on his face.

Just now, the girl had cut the man’s chest once.

She wasn’t very deep. She tried to target the neck but failed, so she suffered a fierce counterattack.

Thanks to this, the girl’s blood was still leaking from various parts of her body.

She did not have any fatal wounds yet.

But she became increasingly unable to move her body, and the diagnosis did not change.

Perhaps because of the bleeding, her breathing seemed strangely rough.

“I’m just going to take it easy. “At this point, don’t you think you want to play with us instead of being the leader?”

“Hey, if that’s the case, you should have said it a long time ago.”

The men acted as if they had already caught all the girls.

He made crude jokes and talked dirty talk as if to make people listen.

The girl didn’t really care about what the men said.

You must have received threats like that once or twice.

When you live in Requitas, you are bound to hear threats like ‘I will kill the man and rape the woman’ at least once a week.

It seems that there are people who say the opposite somewhere, but at least here they threatened with that repertoire.

Yes. What the men said didn’t matter at all.

Rather, I felt sorry for their stupidity.

Although the only women they have ever met in their lives are prostitutes in the southern red-light district, they seem to think that all women are embarrassed by dirty talk.

However, the problem was that unlike their stupidity or naivety, their skills could not be underestimated.

‘The connection is too difficult.’

The training she had received so far did not betray the girl. With the girl’s skills, it was worth trying at least one of them.

However, the number of enemies was three, and skill was evident in the combination.

What a connection. It meant that the opponent only believed in power and installation was not at the level of a gangster.

‘Then he was probably a mercenary… ….’

The most frequent customers of Requitas were usually mercenaries.

This was because there was a front line confronting the demons near this lawless area.

There is a reason why so much gold flows into this unremarkable city.

A mercenary is a fairly well-paid job.

However, I don’t know if I will be able to survive in the next battlefield and receive that money.

Even if you save up wealth, it will be useless once you die, so there were inevitably many people who were debauched.

Mercenaries who have received compensation spend their time promiscuously in this lawless zone.

When the money runs out, the mercenaries head back to the battlefield, and in Requitas, they periodically bribe the surrounding nobles.

The bribe offered became the payment to the surviving mercenaries.

So, in Requitas, in addition to simple, ignorant thugs, there were often thick-skinned mercenaries.

Those who came as guests realized that the business here was profitable and chose to sit down.

Maybe they are that type of case. This time, I didn’t know that the boring threats I always heard would become reality.

‘When I feel like I can’t do anything, I should probably commit suicide.’

If caught like this, the girl will become the enemy’s trophy.

Until now, I have never heard of Requitas treating the family of a hostile organization boss with respect.

The most comfortable ending was death, and even then, the corpses were often mutilated to set an example.

If you can’t protect your honor after death, you had to at least avoid the shame you would experience while alive.

That was when the girl made up her mind.

Her men’s swords began to strangle the girl’s throat again.

Even though they made crude jokes, they did not easily show any flaws.

The girl swung her sword several times, but it was blocked every time and she only got hit back.

The more you put the swords together, the more you feel it. There was a huge power gap between the girl and them.

At this point, the girl had no choice but to realize. She says the reason she’s still alive is because they didn’t kill her.

Since the goal of the street rats was to capture them alive, not kill them, they were able to at least try to resist.

That luck seemed to be slowly coming to an end.

“It’s annoying. If you think about it carefully, isn’t it okay to not have at least one arm?”

The attack suddenly became more intense. When her men began to press in earnest, the girl had no choice but to back down.

Counterattacks were impossible to overcome, and the alleys of the messy slums were not very wide.

How many minutes have passed?

No, is it correct that a few minutes passed by?

There was a brief battle going back and forth. Blocking her opponent’s sword resulted in a kick, and dodging a kick resulted in a sword wound on her arm.

When she came to her senses, the girl was completely devastated and cornered.

A situation that can no longer be avoided. The girl struggled desperately.

The results were not good. A man’s knife pierced the girl’s side.

“Ahhh!”

“Ah, write. I made a mistake. “I think I went in too deep.”

It was a fatal wound. Her intense pain and helplessness wrapped around the girl’s entire body.

The strength in both arms disappeared in an instant, and my body staggered.

One mercenary did not miss the opportunity. The girl was robbed of her sword and grabbed by her hair.

There was despair on the girl’s face.

Regret came rushing in. The moment she was cornered, she should have slit her own throat.

The mercenary put his arm behind her as if he was about to hit the girl in the face.

If his palm had come flying straight at me, it would have left a bright red mark on my cheek, but his intention was not achieved.

It was because an ax flew from somewhere and stuck straight into her head.

“No?”

“What is happening all of a sudden!”

The mercenaries were embarrassed but immediately went into a state of alert, and the girl collapsed on the floor, moving away from her attention.

The girl looked around her in confusion. Her pretty green eyes seemed to be spinning.

Beyond the corpse. The man in black approached her very close.

She was a man with a rough appearance. At first glance, her black clothes seemed to be fluttering, and she instantly cut off the mercenary’s head.

The girl also recognized her because she had used her sword.

It was a shockingly beautiful swordsman. The act of pulling the sword from his waist became a single sword strike and cut the mercenary’s body apart.

A cut surface so smooth that it seemed unrealistic was visible for a moment, and then the body, cut in two, fell to the floor.

Even though she was the only one left, her situation was no different.

Her man walked up to the mercenary and grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.

Pisik. Her man laughed.

“As I got closer, I could understand. I guess it hasn’t been long since you started taking the medicine? “I was worried because there was no fishy smell from afar.”

Quad! As if it were a lie, the mercenary’s neck was broken.

It was the last time he left no will. Was the human neck originally something that could be twisted that easily?

Even if you twist the chicken’s neck, I don’t think it will die that easily.

The girl swallowed her saliva.

A moment feels like eternity. Three bodies were lying on the floor, and finally her man turned around and saw the girl.

He had dark black hair and blue eyes. As soon as their eyes met, the girl seemed to lose her breath.

“Hey… ….”

To the girl, the man seemed to symbolize her death.

It was a very rough and brutal death. Its mere presence seemed to strike fear deep within human instinct.

The girl clenched her toes. She felt like if she didn’t do this, she would get bored at any moment.

Even if I added up the hundreds of harsh swear words and threats I had heard so far, I could not get just one look from that man.

Death glanced at her girl and tilted her head slightly to her side.

Her appearance looked like a wild beast contemplating whether to eat her, and the girl’s fingertips trembled once again.

Soon death opened its mouth. It was a deep, low-pitched voice that seemed to resonate in her head.

“You’re hurt a lot. “What’s your name?”

“Isha… …. “My name is Isha.”

“Isha? “You are Isha of Shadow Moon?”

“Well, I didn’t hear it correctly, but you’re right that my name is Isha.”