CH 110

Name：Reincarnated as the Son of a Vicious Lord! ~When I Was Having Fun Learning Magic, I Had to Get Rid of My Stigma~! Author：Yonezu
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Kidnapping case 4

Monet swung her knife at me.

“Fuck.”

I rolled around on the ground to avoid it.

But Monet instantly approached me and kicked me.

“Back to…”

I accidentally bit my tongue when I received a kick at the side of my head.

This caused the taste of iron to spread throughout my mouth.

It made me understand whether I want to or not.

That Monet is… …an enemy.

He thought the reason Monet was kidnapped was because it was easier to kidnap her because she was a student at another school.

But if you think about it, kidnapping is not that easy.

And Monet is the most promising student in Central Academy after Julian.

Kidnapping Monet who has so much talent?

Going to the trouble of kidnapping Monet is too small a return for the risk.

But…

“You kidnapped yourself …no, you pretended to be kidnapped, is that what you did…?”

Monet nodded cockily.

“I didn’t think that Owen would come to my aid, even if it meant forfeiting the final.”

“Because Monet is …an important person.”

“Someone important? That’s great to hear.”

Such a Monet put on her usual cheerful expression.

But the next thing I know…

“—repulsive as hell.”

Monet’s expression disappeared and her brows wrinkled.

“Somebody ordered you to …do this, so…”

“I’m sorry, but it was my choice.”

I stood up, holding my side, not taking my eyes off of Monet.

Her cold, mocking look.

It’s not the usual Monet I know.

The carefree laughing is what Monet is all about, but now the liveliness is gone from her expression.

“Why is that…?”

“If I answer that, …what’s the point?”

Monet pitched the knife in her hand.

I quickly moved my head to avoid the knife,—and the next moment.

Monet was right in front of me.

“Rise!”

I used earth magic to raise the ground, causing Monet to step back.

I’ll take advantage of that.

“Sandstorm!”

A swirl of sand took Monet’s vision.

“Body Enhancement: —!”

I ran through the forest holding my side.

Why, Monet?

And I run, shaking off those thoughts.

But there was no way I could escape from Monet with my injuries. 

“You’re late.”

Monet appeared out of nowhere and was right under my nose.

And.

“Gahhh…”

I was punched in the side as hard as she could, and the blood from my wound caused by the stab spread.

I kneeled down on the spot and cowered.

Monet forced me to raise my face and gave me a cold stare.

“Mo …net… why are you …?”

“…you won’t understand.”

The gaze that pierces from Monet.

How would I understand if you won’t say anything?

“I don’t know, …I don’t know anything, but! …Monet isn’t the kind of person who would do something like this.”

“Hey, what kind of person am I?”

Monet asked in a quiet horrified voice.

“Bright, kind, a loving sister…”

Monet raised one eyebrow.

And then she quickly let go of me that she was holding and smiled broadly.

“‘Hahaha, I’m bright and kind! The sister who cares for Thor?’ …Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not kidding… Ghhg…”

I held my sides, which were slowly aching.

From earlier, I feel dull, as if my whole body is radiating heat.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? It’s because this knife …is coated with poison.”

“Poison…?”

“If you don’t get help soon, you’re gonna die, and I’m not gonna let you get help.”

With that, Monet kicked up.

“But … is …”

I fell on my back.

The blue sky is obscured by the trees.

Instead, Monet’s expression is reflected in my eyes.

That’s not the expression on her face as she always has when she watches over Thor.

Not even the look of a dumbfounded but happy argument with Kaisaf.

That look is full of ruthlessness.

And the look of someone about to give up on everything.

But to me it looked like she was crying…

“Why …do you look like that …?”

If Monet was serious about killing me, I’d be dead by now.

If she’s really a bad person, don’t show that kind of expression if you want to be a bad guy until the end.

“Don’t make a … face that will draw sympathy …”

“Shut up.”

Monet tightened her grip on me.

My right arm was pulled to my back and twisted up.

“Yes, …”

Then —a creaking sound.

“You’re trying to make me feel sorry for you? Don’t be stupid, I’ll break your arm.”

“I’m not kidding. …Oh,—!

Immediately after, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder with a cracking sound.