To You Who Will Destroy Me – R19 - Chapter 12

Barkan’s loyal subordinate nodded obediently. He was reluctant to kill a woman who looked so harmless, but he couldn’t help it. His boss wasn’t soft enough to let a witness live.

“Find her house and send flowers to the woman.”

“Yes, flowers under the name… yes?”

Did he mishear him? Not an assassin, but to send flowers? The subordinate raised his head in surprise when he unintentionally bowed down.

“Yeah. Something as big and fancy as anyone could ever imagine.”

Unfortunately, Barkan was more genuine than ever. He looked down at his subordinate’s bewildered face and smiled, emphasizing it again and again.

“Do what I tell you to do.”

Having said that, he will make it so that she will never be neglected. He thought at least she deserved that much. She is a woman who is only alive because of her confidence, but she deserves it.

“……I accept your orders.”

As he stared at his subordinate’s back as he disappeared from his sight, he pulled out a cigar and thought, I didn’t really need a lighter to light a fire. He just needed to put his long index fingertips on the cigar, and the flames flared up from his finger.

“Whoo.”

As he inhaled the smoke deep into his lungs, he felt his senses becoming a little dull, and his head becomes hazy. The unique pain of being a Masaka, which melts the bones and flesh, seemed to soften a little.

At the beginning of the year, when the man smoked the cigar, it was like poison for an ordinary person, but it was just a mild painkiller to him. His life, which was soaked in medicine and alcohol, finally had a ray of sunlight.

I never thought I would find a receiver in a place like this.

As he exhaled for a long time, he remembered the woman who was as frightened as his scattering of cigar smoke. No wonder he didn’t want to kill her from the moment he first saw her. He almost made a mistake.

Receiver, the one that could give life. The only one who can relieve the pain of the powerful force of a Masaka. So… it is a treasure that every Masaka desires to own.

A Receiver was not something he could easily get just because he wanted to have it but he didn’t know he would get a treasure in a garbage place like this.

I couldn’t find it because she was hiding in the countryside.

He was really lucky. Barkan licked his lips slowly and recalled about the poor beauty who had innocently crawled into the beast’s den with her own two feet.

There’s something he hasn’t gotten from her yet. When he recalled the ecstasy of her white flesh, he was very tempted. His taste has always been more like kidnapping and committing than saving the princess.

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After Erel returned home, she was not feeling well for a while. It could be an aftereffect of motion sickness, or it could have been cold because she wandered outside for a long time.

But the cause was a totally different matter. The red-haired man she saw in her dreams.

In fact, he was more dangerous and unpredictable. The encounter with the man shocked Erel in many ways.

Harmash, it was his last name.

Then he must be a Masaka. Masaka was the only one who could use the last name ‘Harmash’ in the game’s worldview ‘Salvation’.

Humans worshipped Masaka, as they are the only creature capable of defeating the cannibalized monster, Kitan. They were a special race who received transcendent power from the God Hashiba. The surname ‘Harmash’, which followed them, also meant ‘Child of the God.’

However, if the light is strong, the shadow is that much darker. Masaka possessed the morals to kill Kitan. They were full of life obsessions, but they were also humans that suffered from their own strength. In particular, the stronger the Masaka is, the more severe pain is inflicted, the more exhausted their body and mind are.

Because of this, the players capture the fallen Masakas and save them from pain. That was the basic favorability system of the game ‘Salvation’.

But I can’t……

Erel sighed deeply. The now possessed body was nothing but an unfamiliar supporting character called ‘Erel Elorence’. So there was no “special” ability to save the mad Masakas.

Barkan. It seems like a name I’ve heard of.

She remembered the moment she looked straight at the man and checked his name. Barkan Harmash. Of the many target characters in ‘Salvation’, contrary to expectation, he is the villain who appears in the dark finale.

You destroyed a kingdom.

She had mixed feelings as she recalled his background. A bloodless, tearless monster who has burned and killed all the royal families and their loyalists in the palace.

He wasn’t her cup of tea, to be honest. The terrible villain who is so evil from the bottom of his bones, without any conscience, and no sense of guilt. What she liked were the characters who had a good personality, friendly, yet have a painful story. Because of her taste, she didn’t touch any stories related to Barkan. After all, the worldview of Salvation is vast, and there were countless characters to capture, even if she excluded Barkan.

If I knew this was going to happen, I would have paid more attention to the story.

It’s already too late to regret it. She came into ‘Salvation’, and of course, she met with Barkan Harmash, out of many other characters.

How nice would it be if she completely forgot about him. His sturdy body that was still weighing on her, and the hot and forceful grip of his hand holding her neck, vividly came to her mind.

Erel curled up under the covers as she bit her lips and covered her ears. Would it have been better if she had a healthy body? Her body condition, which had been bad because of her anxiety, seemed to be getting worse.

“.. Rel, Erel!!”

It was then the door suddenly opened and someone barged in.

“What’s going on, brother?”

Erel was surprised and stuck her head out of the blanket. She was relieved to see that the person was Michael. But unlike Erel, who is pleased, Michael’s expression was not very bright.

“Why didn’t you answer me? Do you know how many times I called you?”

In his rigid face, Erel felt something was wrong.

“I didn’t hear you. Is there something wrong?”

“Of course there is.”

Michael frowned and gave an immediate answer. He nodded to Erel as if telling her to follow him.

“Come on out. I think you should see it for yourself.”

Erel was puzzled but followed him down into the yard. The air in the mansion was already strange before she could go down the stairs.

Elorence’s employees were seen gathering in groups, looking surprised or had a bewildered tone. When Michael and Erel appeared, they scattered as if they had rehearsed this.

“Look at that.”

Arriving at the front door, Michael pointed to the front yard over the open door. Erel’s eyes, which were puzzled at first because she didn’t know why, soon opened widely.

“That…What is that all about?”

It was a huge flower wagon that blocked the huge front door of the mansion. Not just one, but at least ten flower wagons were blocking the front door.

Lilies?

So that’s what happened. The flower, which was filled to the brim in every wagon, was a white lily. It was a flower with a powerful scent, and she couldn’t breathe because there were so many of them.

“Do you see that, Erel?”

Michael pointed somewhere, shook her shoulder and stood blankly.

“The writing on the wagon…….”

She did as he said. As she looked closely, blood-red roses were densely inserted in the middle of each pile of white lilies, embroidered one by one.

“Bar…k…an….Har..ma..sh..”

Michael read the inscriptions on the wagon in a trembling voice instead of her. Then a pink-haired man standing next to the wagon approached and greeted him as if he had waited.

“This is a special gift from my master for the Lady of Elorence. Please accept it.”

Unlike his cherry blossom-like hair, the man’s face was expressionless. Dressed all over in black robes, he looked like a man at a funeral. It was even more so because of the white lilies spread behind his back.

Erel looked at him unconsciously, and their eyes met in the air. Thanks to that, she was able to read the simple information from the calm-looking man’s light green eyes.

[Cellos Azelika: Favorability 41]

Unexpectedly, the henchman sent by Barkan, Cellos showed quite a high favorability towards her. Of course, there was a good reason for all that.

I feel sorry for her.

Cellos have been working for Barkan for quite some time. Therefore, he was well aware of the end of things that attracted his master’s attention.

Broken or destroyed.

He wondered what kind of side Erel Elorence would be in front of him and sympathized with her. Of course, he didn’t show off with strong professionalism.

“Are those gifts for my sister? Flowers like that for funerals?”

Michael, who had gritted his teeth and picked him up from his side. His shocked face was seething with a sense of duty to protect his sister.

“Who would even engrave their name on a gift to someone?! It is not even the recipient’s name!”

Cellos replied without batting an eyelid. Of course, Michael was even more resentful of the dull response.

“How dare you send such an eye-catching gift to the front of the mansion in a fuss? Do you really think we don’t know the impure intentions?”

That remark belatedly enlightened Erel. This whole thing was a well-organized trap from the start.

It was certainly Barkan’s intention to send a series of eye-catching flower wagons or to engrave his name, not Erel.

This was a declaration of war. It was an open death sentence. He intended to inform the whole place of his spotted prey. Don’t even dare to steal her amidst his incursion.