Building The Strongest Territory With My Sacrifice System
Chapter 41: Scrawny

Chapter 41: Scrawny

_10th Hamlet, Twin hut_

Merlina’s eyes scanned the last pages of the small, old book, and she shut it with a bright smile on her face.

’The story of a heroic knight,’ she thought as she observed the small, old book. ’To think a tale as common as this is still able to move my heart. The author is indeed incredible, no wonder Noah loves this book so much.’

She laid it on the bed, turned off the clay oil lamp, and went to bed.

As she tried to fall asleep, she began hearing muffled noises outside her room.

Her heart dropped as a single image appeared in her mind — the monsterborn!

’Has it finally decided to terrorize the village?’ she thought as her heartbeat quickened.

’Why do I have to be alone at home at this hour? Ragnar, Noah, please come back quickly,’ she thought, fear gripping her.

She listened closely. The muffled noise grew louder and clearer—it sounded like footsteps.

Merlina remained immobile on her bed, fearing that any movement of hers might alert the ’monsterborn’ outside.

Then the footsteps became louder, almost unbearable.

She stood up silently and grabbed the long stick beside her bed—the one Noah had always kept for times like this. In the past, she thought her brother foolish for doing such a thing, only now did she realize its value.

Clutching the stick, she slowly made her way closer to the door and stood beside it.

Seconds later, she could hear someone outside pushing the door.

Unfortunately, the doors at the Hamlet were very weak and insecure—even the strongest door would open with little strength.

Sadly, that night was no exception, the intruder slowly pushed the door open, much to her horror. Her heart pounded so loudly she feared he might hear it.

But she maintained her composure, keeping her eyes fixed on the hands that pushed the wooden door open.

’Is it the monsterborn?’ she wondered.

She recalled her brother and Ragnar fearing that the monsterborn might be able to take human form, since they had once been human.

She could not help but think that these hands belonged to the monsterborn they saw that night, in a human form.

Why?

Because she believed no member of the Hamlet would attempt something like this—but her belief was about to be shattered.

"That beautiful Merlina must be sleeping peacefully right now... hehe."

She heard the whispering of the man behind the door. Although unclear, she could not help but feel a familiarity to the voice.

’Could it be one of our people?’ she wondered. She shook her head quickly ’Definitely not!’

She lifted the stick slowly and awaited the entry of the intruder who remained outside after opening the door, probably observing the room.

Unfortunately, it was night and the moonlight was dull, they wouldn’t figure out she is out of the bed easily.

"Once I’m done with that delicious body of hers, I’ll take as much canned food as I want!"

As that thought ran wild, the voice whispered again, this time even closer and clearer as its owner tiptoed into the room.

From his scrawny features and the voice, Merlina could easily tell who it was—the same guy preaching about the Hamlet being cursed, the one who challenged Ragnar all the time.

Although she disliked his personality, especially his disbelief in Ragnar, she never expected that someone like him would attempt the things he whispered just now.

’Have his way with me...’ she felt utterly disgusted at the mere thought of the man even coming close to her.

But at the same time...

’Maybe, I heard wrong, he might be planning to steal the canned food because he is hungry. He is single and without children after all, he is probably doing this because there is nothing at home.’ she hoped her thoughts were correct.

But they weren’t.

The scrawny middle-aged man tightly shut the door and began tiptoeing towards her bed with a creepy grin on his face, drools could be seen dripping from the side of his mouth.

He was so dead set on fulfilling his task that he failed to notice Merlina.

"That body of hers. She grew so fast, she is grown woman now and I can’t stop myself, hehe."

He kept muttering about making love with Merlina as he made his way deeper into the hut and found his way to the bed. And then he suddenly grabbed the bed, thinking Merlina was lying on them.

’I wasn’t hearing wrong!’ Disgust and disbelief gripped the heart of the red-haired young lady.

"Where is she?" She heard the scrawny middle-aged man panic after failing to grab her on the bed.

The middle-aged man, confused, was about to scan the dark room in search of clues, when something hard hit the back of his head.

"W-what!"

He muttered weakly as sharp pain seeped through his skull. His vision became blurry from the pain and his body went partially limp as he fell on the ground.

"You sick bastard!"

He heard a familiar voice, the voice of Merlina - the young lady his heart was set upon tonight.

His heartbreak increased as he realized he had been caught.

"M-merlina... You had it all wrong..."

He tried to talk his way out.

"I heard all you sick comments, you are disgusting." Merlina barked as she whipped his stomach with the stick, causing him to cough painfully.

"Believe me! I was only trying to check if you were okay! Please let me go!" The old man begged frantically.

But Merlina wasn’t listening as she continued flogging him with the stick, till he coughed out blood and lost consciousness.

Merlina quickly lit up the clay oil lamp and observed the unconscious body of the disgusting man. Her eyes were filled with rage, hatred and disgust.

She scanned the room and found some useful items that could be used to tie him up and she did so immediately.

She ensured the bound was grabbing on his body tightly and then she pushed his body outside her room.

While she would like to watch him till morning and then reveal his sick actions to the others, she could not bare another second of his stinking body in her room. She prayed that he doesn’t wake up till morning.

At the same time, she could not find the comfort to go back to sleep anymore, scarred that the sick fuck might free himself and try to silence her.

"If only Ragnar and Noah were here."