Chapter 51: Arbitrary and Domineering, a Half-Demon's Misfortune and His Children...

"......"

Lena couldn't help but fall silent for a moment.

"You really don't know?! Are you from Fontainebleau? This is common knowledge!"

"!"

Lena had barely uttered her astonished question when the boy in front of her suddenly lowered his head, using his strange claws to cover the lower half of his face, shrinking himself even more tightly.

"No, unreasonable, impossible."

The other person trembled, kneeling and muttering in the pool of blood.

For the children of the fireplace family, the principle of "an eye for an eye" is common sense.

Oh my god!

If it weren't for the inappropriate location and the wrong person, Lena would have loved to slap him.

Is now the time to debate Fontaine's legal system?

If you commit a crime but don't plan to run away, are you just waiting to go to jail?

Thump, thump, thump.

"Open the door, security!"

The villa door was being knocked on, and stern shouts came from the entrance.

"Why so fast this time!"

Lena was startled and quickly turned around to look warily at the little murderer.

"You... this is just your bad luck, it's not because we called the police!"

"......"

Mainkun covered the lower half of his face, dazedly shaking the blood off his ear, unsure of what to do.

What should I do?

Should we run?

Should we run away like before?

It's easy to escape from here; no one can catch a lynx by the tail.

but.

Mainkun sniffed the blood in the air and rubbed the clumps of red foam between his fingertips.

"......"

My scarf and hat have disappeared somewhere, and my mask is soaked and unusable.

Mainkuhn lowered his hand from his face and stared blankly at the door.

That's settled then.

That's settled then.

Playing the role of a human being is too difficult for me.

A beast is a beast, no matter how hard it tries.

The killing could not be stopped.

"......"

I don't want to act anymore.

I don't want to kill anymore.

Entangled in the hopes, expectations, teachings, and love of many people, the half-demon gave up resistance, waiting for the ropes of humans to bind him to the execution chamber.

'I've killed so many people, the one who should be judging me is my teacher... isn't it Navisette?'

The half-demon thought to himself calmly.

'Luckily, he doesn't know I'm the Cat God.'

"Open the door! Open the door!"

There was urgent knocking on the door.

"It's the security force! It's the security force!"

A child is crying softly upstairs:

"They finally realized something was wrong!"

"What is the security force? Are they here to bully us too?"

"Idiot! No!!"

Amidst the jubilant joy, a lingering bitterness seeped from the half-demon's mouth.

The bandits who tried to ambush the road were devoured by wild beasts in the forest.

The brave traveler seized the opportunity to escape from the cage.

The arriving soldiers escorted them safely home.

A perfect fairy tale, where no one was ever hurt.

As for wild animals.

Having already tasted the flavors of human life.

They should not stay any longer.

......

"You big idiot!"

Click.

Something, mixed with the strong smell of alcohol, was poured over the cat's full head of red fur.

!?

"Whoosh!"

Why don't you run away!

Lena smashed the top of the glass bottle, spilling all the liquid inside onto Maine's head.

? ?

The liquid slid down the scalp, and a pink puddle of water accumulated at the collarbone.

"New guy! You idiot!"

After pouring out one bottle, Lena poured another, directing Linni, who was closest to her, like a general:

"Bring all the wine from the cabinet over! Not the red ones!"

"...good."

After calming down, Linni glanced at Maine a few times in silence, then rushed to carry back several bottles of colorless liquor.

"Just bear with it."

Looking into Maine's wide, staring eyes, Lena explained:

"Here, we have more wine than water."

Whoosh—

Ugh—?

A strong, pungent liquid was poured down from above, ruthlessly washing away the bloodstains that were beginning to dry between the hairs. Through his blurred vision, Maine saw Reina soak up the hem of her skirt and smear it hard on her forehead!

"Did you soak your head in someone else's stomach?!"

Insults accompanied by rough wiping rained down on the half-demon.

"It's so hard to wash!"

"???"

Bottle after bottle, every drop of blood was carefully wiped away from the brow bone, eye sockets, bridge of the nose, chin, and neck.

Bottle after bottle, the girl pinched her index and middle fingers together and used her hands to brush away the excess liquid from between the downy hairs, returning it to the half-demon's gray and white ears and hair.

Humans used wine to wash his hands and feet, offering water worth a thousand pieces of gold in an attempt to give the half-demon a baptism of rebirth.

"Don't move!"

Finally, just before the guards broke down the door, the human girl pulled the half-demon, who had barely managed to wash himself, into her arms, collapsed onto the blood-soaked ground, and burst into tears:

The murderer has escaped; you're too late!

*

"The murderer? What murderer?"

The security guards who broke into the villa visibly paused for a moment:

"Didn't we receive a report that an unidentified creature had broken into the nobleman's villa?"

He stepped forward, puzzled, his leather boots crunching on the damp cashmere carpet, and bent down to ask the children in the living room:

"Where is the owner of the villa? Are you his children?! Ahhhhhh—"

The scattered flesh and bones in the room, along with the red stains slowly spreading on the leather shoes, caused the human police officer to scream in agony and instantly faint.

Thump.

Lena, who was about to explain, was speechless.

That's it?

"What's all the noise about!"

His captain, Rougete, called out slowly from outside, looking extremely reluctant to enter the nobleman's room.

"You've been working for a year and you're still so impatient? Or have you been scared off by their wealth and luxury?"

"......"

The prolonged silence finally aroused Rougete's suspicion. He picked up his gun and went into the room.

"Answer me, speak!"

The overwhelming smell of blood, mixed with the strong stench of alcohol, almost solidified, immediately gripped the hearts of humans.

"Oh my god..."

Even the most mentally strong human would be horrified by what he saw. Rougete gripped his gun tightly, his gaze sweeping over the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood before finally settling on the boy whose head was being held tightly by Lena.

Those ears look so familiar.

"Click!"

A crisp sound of a gun being cocked.

"...I originally thought that the nobles were not opening the door because they were putting on airs and trying to save face for the guards, which is why they ordered their men to force their way in."

The gun barrel trembled and cowered as it pressed against the back of the half-demon's head, which was gray and white with black tiger stripes.

"Now it seems..."

"Is it actually because they all died?"

"......"

They were recognized.

Mainkuen faced the girl's soft belly, his back against the cold steel, feeling calm and at ease, and even his fear of people disappeared.

It's normal that they recognized it.

Rougete, he witnessed my incredible strength in jumping eight stories and emerging unscathed, and he also saw my unusual hair color that couldn't be completely concealed by a hat.

You held my head and covered my face; your intention was good.

However, in practice, it is a case of trying to cover up the truth.

Sigh, didn't we solve the case in an instant?

I'm so sorry, Lena.

Although he was about to be caught, Mainkuen showed none of the tension, fear, or unease that a criminal would typically exhibit.

Even now, with the police having already broken down the door.

Mainkun also has the ability to escape quickly from here without alerting or harming anyone.

He's not running now only because...

He didn't want to run.

I'm so sorry, Lena.

His trench coat, stained with too much blood, was forcibly ripped off, and the evaporating alcohol took away his heat, leaving Mainkuhn feeling a chilling pain in his heart.

Your efforts have been in vain.

"...Eh? Sir?"

Lena opened her mouth, trying to say something more:

"Are you mistaken? The murderer, the murderer is already—"

"Let him go!"

Luger's voice trembled as he spoke, threatening.

"Otherwise, I will treat you as an accomplice and shoot you through!"

"Waaah—"

"......"

Upon hearing this, Mainkuhn immediately pressed his abominable fingernails onto the blood- and wine-soaked blanket.

He wanted to use the momentum to get up and escape from the girl's embrace.

"Idiot, what are you doing!"

A hand, a tiny palm, suddenly pressed down on the muzzle of the garrison captain's gun.

The magician is full of deceit; the magician makes a living by deception.

Magician Linni covered the muzzle of his gun and loudly lied:

"How could you force a victim who had been drugged to stand up!"

"......?"

Mainkuhn's movement to get up inevitably paused.

"!!"

Lena immediately pressed his hand down.

"What!?"

As his fear-stricken mind began to clear slightly, Rouge shifted his gaze to Linnie and the still unconscious Lynette beside him:

"Drowsiness?"

"Yes, to knock them unconscious!"

Linni pressed the muzzle of his gun, his expression unchanged:

"We were all drugged and kidnapped shortly after leaving the police station!"

"You should reflect on your own dereliction of duty, not point a gun at the victim!"

"how--?"

He glared at the adult, his voice booming like a lead actor on stage:

Are you trying to silence them?

"ha?"

Luger didn't believe a single word:

"It's possible you two little rascals were drugged, but he jumped from the eighth floor and is still alive and kicking..."

"......elder sister."

Before he could finish speaking, a timid call came from behind him.

"Who goes there!"

Luger was shocked. He raised his gun and turned around, only to be met with a group of young faces.

"Waaah—"

Dozens of underage children, who had somehow come down the stairs, looked at Rougete with eyes full of fear and unease.

Looking at the guardians of justice.

"Why—why so many young people?"

Even nobles shouldn't have so many offspring!

......

wrong.

"Don't... hurt my sister."

They shrank back, their scarred arms swaying, their golden necklaces clearly showing signs of shackles, and thin silk threads covering their bodies with a peculiar meaning.

They wore gold and silver, but their demeanor lacked the arrogance of nobles.

"If possible, please don't hurt that cat-eared brother."

After thinking it over, one of them boldly stepped forward, took Ruge's hand, and placed it on his chest.

“Apart from that, you can do anything.”

And carrying the inferiority complex of a slave.

......

"Uh..."

After a muffled cry of extreme distress, Lure repeatedly examined the half-demon's figure before finally kicking his subordinate in the buttocks.

"Captain!"

The man awoke from his dream, utterly horrified.

"Blood everywhere! There were human knuckles on the sofa—"

"Now that you know! Why don't you go to the guard post and get some men!"

Rougete angrily berated him:

"Move your spineless bones!"

"Yes, yes! And Captain... what about you?"

"Me? Ha."

Rougete picked up a trench coat stained with blood and wine from the ground—evidence of Mainkuhn's crimes—and carefully folded it.

"It's about a twenty-minute walk from the guard post to here, and I'll be a stupid watchdog here."

He looked at the half-demon with apprehension and contemplation in his eyes, as well as hope and expectation.

How much of my wish can you fulfill?

"And pray to the god of justice, that they may all stand still like logs and not run around."

"?"

Mainkuhn, with his small, cat-like mind, didn't quite understand what he meant.

"Wow!"

Before he could figure it out, Lena exclaimed in surprise.

"Fool, get up, quick!"

She grasped Mainkuhn's wrist and looked at his dazed and listless face with surprise.

"I know the lock on a window on the fifth floor is broken!"

Stagnant steps are being pushed forward.

The bent spine was forcibly straightened.

"We'll lower you down!"

The half-demon, who had given up struggling and surrendered, was forcefully pushed towards the light by countless tiny hands.

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Author's note: Friends, does anyone else find the name Rougete familiar? [Rouge's Creed], how about this?

It seems the Fontaine version is quite old...

I'll just say it directly: almost all the NPCs appearing in the Rainbow Rose series of quests, including [Dawn Impromptu], [Human Drama], and [Free Verse], even the one who can kill Zhongli with one punch, and the two local legends who caused a thunder and fire reaction by throwing bottles and killed my Dragon King, as well as the man and woman who asked the traveler if they would stop him from killing the old man, are all supporters and members of Rougete's organization.

But I don't know the organization's name, and I've gone through all the side quests but still can't find it... What Black Organization?

After reviewing his side quests several times, I discovered that he was most likely an official law enforcement officer in Fontaine before he became an outlaw. Therefore, I've decided to portray him as a member of the guard in this story.

Damn it, I wrote this way too late—