The moment my thrown sword reached Bickerd—
BOOOOOOM!!
A deafening explosion erupted, unleashing a storm of lightning.
“W-What the hell!?”
“Oh dear, I must have used too much power. I really tried to hold back.”
“Y-You bastard…!”
Rodelin’s eyes widened in shock.
Had she realized I was far stronger than she thought? She instinctively jumped back, widening the distance between us.
‘In reality, I’ve got nothing up my sleeve.’
If Rodelin felt like she had been toyed with, she might even get angry.But this was the right move.
Given her personality, she would have immediately turned on us the moment Bickerd was subdued.
‘But if she believes I’m on a whole different level… she’ll have no choice but to let us go.’
As I was enjoying Rodelin’s sharp, wary gaze—
The dust began to settle, and our vision cleared.
What we saw next was—
“Guh… Kuhak…!”
Bickerd, pinned against the wall by the sword.
The blade impaled in his abdomen was still crackling with faint sparks of lightning.
As if unable to believe it, Bickerd looked down at his own wound.
“Kuhhhluk!!”
Suddenly, he coughed up blood.
It wasn’t just a spit-up—it was a deep, internal rupture.
“…It’s over.”
“Keke, that was quite the enjoyable diversion.”
“Do not trivialize a serious crime as mere entertainment.”
Rodelin snapped coldly, eyes narrowed.
Ouch. How heartless of her to treat her saviors like this.
I was so offended that—
‘It feels amazing!’
No, I’m not a pervert.
It’s just rare to see this side of Rodelin, so it was genuinely fascinating.
I wish she would insult me even more.
Not because of some twisted fetish—I swear—it’s just fun seeing her out of character like this.
Really.
Rodelin, who had been silently observing Bickerd from a distance, finally turned away.
“You’re just going to leave him here?”
“I plan to. He’s in no condition to escape anyway.”
Though Bickerd was injured all over, the sword in his stomach was the real problem.
If he tried to pull it out and flee, he wouldn’t be able to stop the bleeding.
He had no choice but to stay put.
“Still, just in case, we should at least tie up his arms and legs.”
As Rodelin began searching for something to restrain him with—
“Kuh… You’re stronger than I thought.”
“Stay still. Once you’re restrained, we’ll administer first aid.”
“You think… this is over? Kuhaha… This is why kids these days are too careless.”
“…!”
Rodelin’s eyes snapped wide open.
Bickerd had reached for the sword impaled in his own stomach—
And was gripping the blade itself with both hands.
“GRAAAAAAAAAHH!!”
Rip—!! Crunch—!!
With an awful tearing sound, he pulled the sword out.
This lunatic just yanked a blade out of his own abdomen.
“Y-You fools… You will not leave here alive.”
Bickerd staggered forward, sword in hand.
But—
We didn’t react at all.
Because—
Drip. Drip.
Blood was pouring from his open wound.
THUD!
Bickerd collapsed onto one knee, using the sword as a crutch.
“D-Damn it… If only I were a little younger, wounds like this would have healed in no time.”
“…You must be losing it from all the blood loss. You’re rambling.”
“Kuhaha… You wouldn’t understand, girl. Back in our day, this wasn’t even considered a real wound!”
“…Surrender. Cooperate with the investigation. You might live if you do.”
“You want me to betray my comrades? That’s something you nobles are good at.”
Spit!
Bickerd’s spit landed near Rodelin’s feet.
Laughing to himself, he started giggling uncontrollably.
This bastard just insulted my adorable Rodelin?
Looks like it’s time to teach him some proper etiquette.
The best etiquette in the world—Korean-style manners.
“Keke, this isn’t betrayal. This is a way to save your comrades.”
“Kuh… So now you’re trying to persuade me? Pathetic. You think I’ll surrender just because of this?”
“Well, suit yourself. For someone who boasts about being a knight, your pride is quite… fragile.”
“…Back then, we had pride. We were praised by all—our names echoed in glory!”
“So what? That’s not the case anymore. You’re weak now.”
“Tch… I used to be as strong as you. When I swung my sword, thunder and lightning would follow!”
Bickerd suddenly started rambling about his past.
I had hit a nerve.
“Wrinkly.”
“Y-You think you’ll never age?! You’ll end up just like me soon enough! Wait—how old are you!?”
“Old.”
“You cheeky little shit! Stay right there! I’ll— Kuhak!!”
Just as Bickerd tried to stand, he collapsed face-first onto the ground.
The weight of Korean-style discipline, developed to keep parents in check, was far too much for a mere Western knight to handle.
“Tsk… A wounded man shouldn’t be shouting like that.”
“You… You damn bastard…”
Bickerd glared up at me, but he no longer had the strength to move.
The blood pooling beneath him was turning the ground red.
‘At this rate, he’ll bleed out on his own.’
I could make things easier for him and end it myself, but Bickerd wasn’t a character I had any particular attachment to—or any reason to grant him a dignified death.
Not only had he constantly chosen the wrong path by enabling his corrupt lord—
‘He kicked Acela.’
This was part of the Trash Village episode currently unfolding.
To uncover the lord’s secret, one event had to happen without fail—
Acela getting kicked by Bickerd.
‘I must’ve watched that scene at least a thousand times.’
I couldn’t even skip it by holding down the Enter key.
Because I had to check—
To see if the dialogue changed, if there was a way to prevent it, or if there was a way to kill this bastard.
I had spent countless hours trying to figure it out.
‘For 18 years.’
So while this ending wasn’t perfect, it was still decent.
In the original game, Bickerd’s death was a messy group battle, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease rather than satisfaction.
But this?
‘Die alone in this desolate place.’
No lord, no comrades, not even the few villagers who still thought well of you.
A lonely death.
As I silently observed Bickerd’s final moments—
“You fool.”
Rip.
Rodelin tore off a piece of her pajama hem, swiftly fashioning a makeshift bandage.
And naturally, the recipient was—
“…What are you doing?”
Bickerd.
He weakly tried to swat her away with his pale, trembling arm, but he had no strength left.
“Stay still.”
“Are you pitying me? You dare…!”
Squeeze!
“Gahh—!!”
Rodelin tightened the bandage around his wound, making Bickerd howl in pain.
Ignoring his reaction, she focused on stopping the bleeding.
“It’s not pity. I’m simply following the law.”
“…The law?”
“Yes. You are a citizen of the empire, are you not? You should receive the punishment you deserve—properly.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll be executed anyway. This is a waste of time. No, it’s a waste of resources and manpower. Stop it now.”
“A soldier is not a judge. We do not pass judgment. We simply protect the empire and its people…”
Squeeze.
“…as one of them.”
Finishing the first aid, Rodelin wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Since her hands were covered in blood, it left a smear across her face.
Bickerd, now completely prone, just stared at her.
“…You’re a fool.”
“Am I? Doesn’t matter. If saving a life means being called a fool, so be it.”
“You dream of becoming a soldier? Quit now. You’ll be the first to die on the battlefield.”
“Then I made the right choice. There’s no greater honor for a soldier.”
Rodelin’s words made Bickerd chuckle weakly before resting his head against the ground, eyes closing.
He had lost the will to fight.
Watching the scene, I was simply dumbfounded.
She was showing mercy to this absolute scumbag? There was a limit to being too kind.
Besides—
‘You don’t look cool saying all that while your butt is showing.’
Her pajamas were ruined after she had torn them to make a bandage.
And with how much she had faced Bickerd head-on, her clothes were in tatters.
I pulled a blanket from my pocket dimension and handed it to her.
It was a brand-new purchase from a random merchant, so there was no risk of exposing my identity.
“Ah… Thank you.”
“What a tragedy. That beautiful pajama set is ruined.”
“It was worth it to save a life. A bit of a shame, though—it was a limited-edition item for the empire’s 100th anniversary… but I still have 97 more.”
“…?”
Why do you still have 97 left? That’s way too many to be upset about losing one.
And more importantly—why did you buy so many in the first place!?
I considered pressing her for answers but ultimately decided against it.
There were too many things wrong to even know where to start.
“Ahem.”
After rambling on about imperial souvenirs for a while, Rodelin finally cleared her throat.
She was about to say something when—
“You’re enjoying this, huh? Eat up!”
Ptoo! Ptoo! Ptoo!
Dolores, now free, rushed over and spat on Bickerd.
Bickerd tried to dodge, but in his current state, he couldn’t avoid all of it.
Only once he was completely soaked in spit did Dolores seem satisfied.
She then turned to us and gave a slight nod.
“Thanks. I don’t know who you people are, but… you did come to save me, right?”
“That’s correct. Miss Dolores, I’m Rodelin, a student of Annwood Academy and the Vice President of the Student Council. And these people are…”
Rodelin glanced at us, sighed, and spoke.
“…A suspicious group calling themselves Dark Beast Squad.”
“Keke, pleased to meet you. Dark Beast Squad, at your service. You may call me Snake.”
“I’m Cat!”
Luna jumped onto my back as she shouted, clearly having the time of her life playing hero.
But now wasn’t the time for that.
Rodelin’s eyes held a different intensity now.
Which meant—
“We’ve accomplished our goal, so we’ll be taking our leave now.”
“Goal? What goal have you accomplished?”
“If I said our goal was simply to rescue her… you wouldn’t believe me, would you?”
“You didn’t even need to ask.”
“Keke, don’t be like that. Just let us go. Can’t you tell we’re good people?”
“…You look suspicious as hell.”
Rodelin’s hand subtly moved toward her sword hilt.
Looks like I had no choice.
Time to use Rodelin’s exclusive secret skill—
‘Bullshitting.’
“What a disappointment.”
“Huh?”
“Judging people by appearance? That’s discrimination! Is Annwood Academy teaching prejudice now?”
“Ugh…! I don’t discriminate! And neither does the Academy! This is just… a matter of common sense!”
“People go through life wearing cloaks embroidered with crimson clouds and animal masks all the time! You’d definitely run into at least one or two people like us out there.”
“There is no way that’s normal!”
“We’re right here.”
“Th-That’s just twisting words!”
Rodelin flailed her arms in resistance, desperately fighting my flawless logic.
Dolores just stared at us like we were pathetic.
Bickerd’s expression was just as cold and unimpressed.
A moment later, Rodelin finally regained her composure and issued an ultimatum.
“If you surrender peacefully, you won’t be harmed. Engaging in secret organization activities carries a maximum one-year sentence, but considering that you saved a child, you might even be pardoned.”
“And if we refuse?”
“Then you’ll have to fight me.”
Rodelin raised her sword.
She had just witnessed Adonis’s secret skill, Gáe Bolg.
And yet, she still wanted to fight me?
“Did you not see my power just now?”
“A soldier cannot retreat just because the enemy is strong. That’s just how it is.”
Rodelin smiled brightly as she continued.
“And besides… you self-proclaimed heroes of justice wouldn’t actually kill me, now would you?”
Damn it.
That smile is cheating.
Was a fight really inevitable?
I started running through the list of skills that would work best in this situation—
“Just let them go.”
“Huh?”
It was Dolores.
She spoke calmly.
“They’re not bad people. Sure, it’s a little weird for grown-ups to be playing hero… but everyone has their own hobbies.”
“They’re a suspicious group hiding their identities. I can’t just let them—”
“If they were actually bad, do you think I’d even be talking like this right now? Besides, they clearly seem stronger than you. So let’s not make things difficult, yeah?”
“K-Kgh… But unauthorized groups not approved by the Empire are—”
“I’LL HOLD HER DOWN! RUN!”
Dolores lunged forward and grabbed Rodelin’s waist.
Think fast. Move faster.
I grabbed Luna’s wrist and was about to bolt when—
BOOOOM!
A massive explosion shook the cavern.
A chunk of the wall near the entrance was blasted apart.
Not a spot any of us had a clear line of sight to.
‘A magic gun?’
The weapon, the firepower, the angle—
Everything pointed to Rezé.
Rezé had fired without my permission.
And not at us—at the entrance.
There was only one reason for that.
“…Who’s there?”
As the dust settled, a figure emerged from the shadows.
“Cough, cough… What a grand welcome.”
It was Redington.
A knight from Trash Village.
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