Chapter 29

Chapter 29

[Translator Peptobismol]

[Proofreader Zain]

Four blades remaining.

No, five.

Huff! Huff!

She pulled out the blade piercing Hansennels head with both hands and glanced back at the ceiling.

The top of the tower is the 9th floor. From the 1st floor up to the 7th floor where Renee stood now, every human in sight, she had killed. According to Renees memory, the 9th floor was a warehouse, so practically, only the 8th floor directly above remained.

She tapped the floor with her shoe. The low, resonating sound was quite thick. If she had fangs, it might have been possible to collapse the ceiling and bring down the upper floor altogether, but with the four daggers she currently held, it was impossible. Even if she were to collapse right now, her body condition was nothing out of the ordinary.

However, even though she hadnt allowed a single attack, Renees slender legs trembled.

Theres one human left upstairs.

Now, theres only one human left.

For the leader on the 8th floor to escape the tower, they could only either descend the stairs or use Flight to escape through the window. The latter option, however, rendered them defenseless until just before landing, making it practically a suicidal act. If the leader had any sense, they wouldnt choose the latter. Anyway, its a rat in a trap. The leader has no choice but to come down these stairs.

There are two choices.

Its simple. Either go up first or wait.

There was no need for Renee to choose first.

It became unnecessary.

You seem quite confident.

Renee muttered to himself, hearing the clacking of shoes from upstairs.

Unexpected.

Oh my, have you laid out a nice trap here~? But who is it? Judging by the magical aura, it definitely seems like a monster.

Following the sharp shoes, a rather long-legged figure came into view.

Unlike the attire of ordinary female magicians, this attire caught the eye with a thin metal skirt worn over pants that men would wear. Apart from the unusual bottoms, the attire sported a neatly ironed crimson shirt, almost whirlpool-like, with red hair twisted down to the chest. The dangling ornaments on the shirt made a jingling sound that pricked the ears.

No doubt about it. It was Graumitz Amer, the one who sold the Red Mana Stone to Renee and got rid of it.

The leader of the Mage Tower Wing, Graumitz Amer, smiled. Whether he had sensed the situation or not, he was in a state adorned with several layers of protective magic. Amidst the smile he feigned, there was an underlying artifice.

Oh? Where have I seen you before? Could it be? Really? The young lady who came a few days ago Is it you?

Amazing~ Is this really true? I almost didnt recognize you because of the change in attire. Were you a monster? You seemed too foolish to be a human, you know.

Renee tightly gripped the daggers in both hands. The urge to tear him apart surged within. But its not time yet. Theres still something to figure out. Something to conclude.

Where are you?

Suppressing the impulse tinged with malice, Renee spoke. Clenched teeth.

The fangs, where are they?

Huh? Whats this? The fangs I sold you last time, arent they gone now? Or did you already know about them? Is there somewhere Im supposed to return the item? Oh~ Perhaps the reason you came here was to get them back? What a complete fool you are?

Speak, right now.

Your expression is quite scary~ But, wasnt that already my possession? Wasnt it my duty to inform you about it? Right? Or did I have to return it to you? Oh, by the way, I have a question too.

Amers deep voice slipped through his crimson lips.

Right, you. How are you still alive?

As soon as the words ended, something cut through the air beside Amer.

The sound of glass breaking made Amer stiffen his expression.

It was only after hearing the sound that Amer realized the translucent barrier Rejection Wall surrounding him had shattered. Amer widened his eyes. Though he tried to smile, a hint of bewilderment lingered beneath the mask-like expression, and his mouth twitched slightly.

An attack that cant be followed with the eyes is it magic?

It must have been a protection magic that was considered even sturdier than a shield.

With eyes widened, Amer shifted his gaze toward Renee. There was no change in Renees expression. As if this was nothing, Renee retrieved another dagger from the garter belt, and fiddled with it.Her gaze filled with murderous intent was chilling.

Oh, what a great look in your eyes.

A monster that could break through intermediate-level protection magic with a simple throw.

This wasnt something to take lightly.

Amidst a creeping chill that felt like suffocation, Amer involuntarily let out a sound.

Oh?

Renee was right there, close enough that he could feel her breath.

When did she get here?

The sound of cutting flesh interrupted the thought. Amers wrists were severed, floating upwards. Soon, the hands fell to the ground with a thud.

A chilling sensation that drained the blood followed by an excruciating pain that was nearly impossible to endure soberly.

Ahh, hah, what what? It hurts, it hurts? Ahh Argh!

The two almost-finished extermination spells disintegrated into fine particles, scattering in all directions. Amer writhed on the ground. His severed wrists oozed blood, quivering.

Uwaaa Aaaaah!

The screams grew louder. Renee furrowed her brow. Seeing Amer dropping pretenses and screaming in agony, she couldnt help but think he was no different from a slaughtered pig.

Noisy

Muttering briefly, Renee crushed the squealing pig beneath her heel. The screams overlapped with another cry.

For a while, Renee kept her foot pressed down before finally lifting it. She breathed heavily. Despite being covered in blood all over her body, Renee was no different from before.

Countless fragments of Holy Lance of Longinus stuck in her small frame.

Amidst the fragments raining down like drizzle, if one were to create space, it might have been possible. However, pursuing safety in that situation would undoubtedly lead to a prolonged battle. Renees stamina was already nearing its limit. The throwing daggers she could barely use were almost depleted.

So, she endured rather than repelling.

Ironically, it was a more dangerous choice. Despite being small fragments, Holy Lance of Longinus was an advanced spell, and the power of each fragment exceeded that of an average low-level spell. If Renee had lacked even a bit of energy, her daggers would never have reached Amer.

It hurts. My arm. M-my arm hurts. Whats happening, what is it? Hurts. Wh-why? Hurts. My arm, where, ah. Ahhhh. Aaaaaaaa. It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Save me, save me Anyone

Rarely does one find a being as feeble as a mage unable to cast magic. Having lost both hands, which were the essence of being a mage, Amer lost his composure and screamed. It was a pitiful sight, like a human contorted by a curse or a fish gasping for air outside the water, squirming on the ground.

Amer, who tried to cover his face with his two hands, once again expressed his agony. His face was covered in blood. He was completely broken, far from the confident figure he was just now, staining the floor of the tower increasingly red, a far cry from his previous vigor and composure.

Just because both hands got chopped off.

Thud. Thwack. Thwack.

Whether filled with anger or not, Renee kept repeating in a low voice while incessantly trampling on Amer.

Stop your groveling.

Behind her restrained expression, the evident emotion was unmistakable anger.

It was much later that Amer, who had struggled for a while, regained some semblance of composure. It was a calmness originating from a mind muddled by the copious bloodshed.

I dont want to die I-I dont want to die Haa so much mana left I have to live

Pitiful.

The sight of Amer desperately crawling on the stairs, using elbows on the ground, resembled livestock.

Pitiful. This is his true nature.

Renee thought. Just a bit more desperate struggle. Yes, it would be too merciful to end that humans life right now. There was no chance of survival anyway. He had already shed too much blood and was losing consciousness. Rolling on the stairs, pouring blood with each step, gradually losing even the hope of just a bit more, dying was the best for that human.

Renee, whose whole body completely drained of strength, also collapsed on the floor.

Its over.

Im not happy at all.

I erased my traces.

Renee murmured to herself and questioned herself. She erased them. Just as Batory said. Now what should Renee do? Whats left for Renee?

Hah.

She chuckled.

The wounds throbbed, making it difficult to even stand. Her right eye throbbed. Leaning against the pillar supporting the floor, Renee laid down.

Im exhausted.

Her body relaxed, consciousness gradually blurred. Listening to Amers cries, she closed her eyes slowly.

She felt if she slept now, she might never wake up.

[Translator Peptobismol]

[Proofreader Zain]

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