Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

“Have you not seen a pretty girl here?”

At Henri’s question, Holly’s heart raced as if it was about to explode with tension. She wasn’t sure if Cahill would really protect her from the men with swords.

“I didn’t see her.”

A sigh of relief escaped from her lips at that blunt remark without hesitation. Henri then scanned Cahill’s face with his slender eyes. It seemed that he was trying to seek traces of lies in him.

“…Really? Then, if you have anything, give it out.”

After a while, Henri spat out his suspicions. He spoke in a brazen tone as if looking for what he had left behind to him. While Holly was watching them, startled, Cahill casually shoved his hand inside the cloak and rummaged.

“Is this enough?”

As he pulled his hand out, his money bag fell to the floor. It sounded pretty heavy.

Henri, who suffered an unexpected fortune, stretched out.

‘That fool…!’

Covering her mouth from screaming, Holly rolled her eyes and peeked at the situation.

‘Well, because those men have weapons.’

It might be better to let them take the money away than to risk his one and only life. Still, the more she thought about it, the more she regretted it… No, she wanted to apologize because it happened because of her.

“Give me that, too.”

Nonetheless, the greedy Henri did not think like that. This time he was greedy for the buttons on Cahill’s robes.

“That is difficult.”

Cahill, who had put out the money bag without hesitation, withdrew. At that, Henri’s eyes, who recognized money like a ghost, seemed to have found another expensive one.

“Are you going to make it more difficult?”

Being rejected, he said threateningly.

At a glance, Cahill was at a disadvantage because there were five strong men over there. Even though his body had strong muscles when he took off his shirt, he was half the size of those men.

‘…Should I go down and help?’

With that thought, Holly looked around, finding a way down. But, in the end, she never found a way as she grabbed the tree and tried to go down.

At that moment, a scream similar to the sound of a pig was heard from behind. She wondered if Cahill had been hit and returned to the branch with a pale face. When she lowered her body and looked down…

‘He’s fine.’

However, contrary to her worries, Cahill stood there. And, except for Henri, Torimas and the crew were running towards him with weapons.

“Hey!”

“Kill him!”

‘…What about Henri?’

She glanced around and found Henri not far away, clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground. Holly’s eyes widened in shock. It was because he was a fighter who was reputed to be one of the best in this area.

“Grab that bastard! We tried to save his precious life, but he was anxious to die!”

Henri, who had one side of his face crushed horribly, spat on the ground vigorously. There was blood on the saliva on the floor, and his face was red as if it was about to explode.

He groaned before grabbing his stomach and moaned.

“I don’t like dying.”

Meanwhile, Cahill stood motionless in his place.

No, it was not that he didn’t move at all—he stood up, swinging one long leg in the air. His voice was still calm. Conversely, from the mouths of the Torimas and the crew, groanings of pain came out incessantly. The big men flew away with a single, reckless kick.

There was no room for Holly’s mouth to close.

“We, we’ll see!”

There were several repetitions of them getting up and flying away again, and few were able to stand upright.

The next moment, the Torimas and crew moved away.

Holly wiped her trembling chest as she gazed at Cahill’s back, who was still standing there, undisturbed. To deal with the rogues of Centria that no one can touch with one leg. He was handsome, although there seemed to be a light shining from his back.

“Can’t you drop me off from here?”

She called out to Cahill, who stood still and looked only at the place where Torimas and the crew had disappeared, frustrated that she could not do anything because she was trapped in a tree.

At the call, Cahill leaped up a tree more than twice his height. It took only the blink of an eye for him to hold her again and put her down on the ground.

“Why did you give him the money bag while being so strong?”

Holly, who was scanning the ground with her eyes, smacked her lips in pain. Henri had taken the money bag in the meantime. It was not hers, but she was upset.

Cahill then tilted his head to the side.

“I was taught to help the poor.”

Immediately, she burst into laughter at the remark that she didn’t know if it was stupid or not. Henri’s gang should have listened to this. Holly looked at them with sympathy as they left and remembered what he had said to Henri.

“But, you were good at lying with such an innocent face.”

“….?”

Cahill stared at her with a face that didn’t understand her. She thought he was pretty clever, and gave a small laugh.

“You said you didn’t see me.”

At her words, Cahill’s face became more incomprehensible.

“It’s not like they were looking for you? They were looking for a pretty girl.”

It was a tone that had no doubt saying that that ‘pretty girl’ was not her. At that, Holly’s face hardened awkwardly.

“Oh, but you said you were being chased. When is the person following you coming? Shall we go find them…?”

Her stomach simmered at the bright question that followed while her face burned with embarrassment and anger.

‘…Yes. If I see a face like that every day, a face like mine wouldn’t even be a face.’

However, it was not easy for her to appease the bitterness inside.

“Cold?”

Cahill grabbed Holly’s arm with a blank expression. He seemed to think it was the cold that caused her body to tremble with anger.

“Would you like me to make it hot?”

Saying that, he rubbed the inside of her arms with his fingers. Saliva pooled in Holly’s mouth at the subtle sensation of tickling her tender flesh.

Cahill looked at her face with a subtle glare and clasped her body. Her back was blocked by a hard wooden pole. The gentle hand stroking her arm warmed the corners of her eyes. His knee, which had dug between her legs, pressed against her secret place.

“Uh.”

Holly groaned softly at her pain. The place that had received him all night tingled.

“It hurts.”

Trapped between the tree and Cahill, she groaned in pain, raising her hand and pushing his hard chest away.

Hearing that, he meekly took a step back.

“Right. You bled yesterday.”

When he mumbled with a somber face, Holly’s eyes widened when he said she bled. She didn’t know she had thrown her underwear roughly into the messy house. Suddenly, she felt a tingling sensation between her legs.

“I know how to make it better.”

Cahill, who had been lost in thought as he looked at Holly, suddenly jumped and turned her body around.

“Hold tight.”

Holly, not knowing a word, did as he instructed, grabbed the tree, and fell facedown. She thought that he had a special ability to heal wounds because he could kill villains with one leg and even freeze people.

Still, she didn’t expect him to immediately lift her skirt outside like this.

“He, here…?”

Glancing around in surprise, she was enchanted by the cold energy tickling the inside of her thigh. It was quiet in the forest, where there was no sound of insects.

‘He has to look at the wound to heal, but…’

Trying to understand that, Holly couldn’t help but be flustered by Cahill, who disappeared under her skirt.

“What’re you doing…! Where are you going!”

Confirming that no one was there, she frantically lifted the hem of her skirt. Eventually, her eyes met him, whose face was sandwiched between her legs.

“If I put my saliva on it, everything will be healed.”

Cahill uttered the naive words and rolled his eyes in a half-moon shape. Then, he grabbed her buttocks and spread them apart. When he took off her underwear, the wind blew through her secret place.

Holly was no longer willing to stop him. All she could do was lower her skirt.

When she felt a warm breath on the inside of her tender skin, she glanced around with trembling eyes.

At that moment, something moist and hot touched her sensitive skin. The thick tongue squirmed through her narrow opening, causing her body to stagger. Holly grabbed the wooden post quickly as Cahill had first said.

“Ah, wait…”

His tongue, which had been licking shallowly, dug deeper and deeper as if Holly’s plea had not been heard. And it walked in and out like a pendulum moving back and forth.

“Uh, ah…”

The only sound she could hear in the quiet forest was the sound of something sucking.

As he drank the water that flowed from her body, a more and more blatant sound could be heard. From the nape of her neck to her forehead, it slowly grew red. She was full of shame.

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