Chapter 52: Don't Stick Your Nose Into Other People's Business (4)

Chapter 52: Don't Stick Your Nose Into Other People's Business (4)

Gasping for breath, Michail lifted his sword with trembling hands.

Looking at me as if he was determined to win, his shaking legs did not feel intimidating. Curiosity crept in, wondering to what extent he could go.

To Michail, all covered in dirt and dust, I said,

"Stand up."

"Shut up."

The sound of his grinding teeth reached my ears from afar.

Michail's expression, unable to contain his frustration.

The sight of him covered in dirt and dust.

It felt pitiable and at the same time, quite refreshing.

It feels almost addictive

Michail swung his sword at me again.

The blade of Michail, who had reached his limit, was trembling. It was an attack filled with desperation, rather than an efficient one due to uncontrolled emotions.

I lightly dodged Michail's sword and struck his exposed side with the sheath. I made sure it was with enough force to not break his bones but still inflict a certain pain.

With a gruesome ripping sound echoing, Michail staggered greatly.

"Argh haah!"

Seeing Michail striving to withstand it with his fighting spirit, I spoke again.

"Your left leg is open."

As soon as the words finished, I struck down on Michail's leg with the sheath. His body buzzed and fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

A cloud of dust rose.

As the thick dust cloud obscured my sight, I could no longer see Michail.

Pop.' Michail quickly tried to strike from within the dust cloud, but as I sensed his movements, I easily dodged his attack and spoke once more.

"This time, it's the right side of your waist."

Another vicious sound resounded through the alley.

With the attack sinking deep, I was certain.

He wouldn't be able to stand now.

Even Michail, who had the resilience to rise again hundreds of times, couldn't bear the pain of the aura squeezing his innards.

During the quiet three seconds that followed,

Michail, strained by severe pain, couldn't scream, only clutching his abdomen. Along with a clanging sound, Michail's sword fell from his hand. At the same time, I saw Michail slump to the ground.

I walked toward the fallen Michail.

With steps neither fast nor slow, I approached the protagonist of this novel who had crumbled to the ground.

Michail's pupils were shaking.

Fear of experiencing the same pain again, and a sense of powerlessness over the overwhelming gap in skill, was evident in Michail's wrecked expression.

Looking down at Michail, I said,

"Shall we call it quits now?"

"I can still go on!"

Snap.

Fingers of mirage-like red energy started to constrict Michails breath.

I crushed down on his shoulder so he couldn't rise again, and the unfaltering spirit of Michail began to erode.

Michail gritted his teeth, trying to overcome the crisis.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

With an awkward smile, I whispered to Michail.

"Let's stop. You'll ruin your body if it goes on."

"Don't pretend to care. Something like this is"

"You'll really die."

The killing intent in my voice made Michail's pupils quake violently.

"Don't move."

"Got it?"

I know.

How detestable a person I am to Michail. I tormented his beloved girl and sided with the girl he disliked, causing him trouble.

As the sentiment of dawn approached, I blurted out an embarrassing statement to Michail.

"You hate us, don't you, Michail?"

""

"I hate you too, Michail."

Ignoring the silent Michail, I continued to speak to myself. If not now, I felt like I'd never be able to say these things.

"You're handsome, popular, and hogging all the love letters do you know how much I hate you?"

"I am"

"Shh. I'm having a serious conversation. Be quiet and listen."

I denied Michail's attempt to respond.

A loser should listen to the winner.

If Michail retorted here, I felt like I might knock him out. I silenced Michail.

The air of dawn was nice.

It cooled a tight and stifled heart.

The young lady is likely asleep with her window wide open.

If Im too late, she might become a frozen noble. Thus, I dusted off my dirtied rear and helped Michail up.

"See. I know I'm a bad guy. If words don't work, I resolve with violence, if I lack money, I pick pockets as if Ive just stolen Michail's wallet."

Michail rummaged through his trouser pocket. With his pockets empty, Michail muttered bastard' softly and exhaled a sigh.

"There wasn't much money anyway. If a famous figure of the empire spends so little, what are we bad people supposed to live on?"

""

"It's a joke."

Now would be the real end.

The encounters between Michail and me.

I decided to step back from Michail's trials.

Any more interference could render me powerless to help.

Even if I don't pay direct attention to the storyline, I might occasionally help, but I planned to refrain from meddling as I did during our Academy days.

Being the subject of heretics' interest can be exhausting.

Therefore, I gave one last earnest piece of advice.

"Don't stick your nose into affairs that aren't your own."

"It's not meddling"

"It's earnest advice from me."

For you might get hurt badly.

"Just remember what I said, please."

It was advice from someone who knew the original story.

***

Leaving Michail in the alley, I headed home.

As I saw the young ladys window, wide open even at this time of night, my steps quickened.

Thinking of the young lady who would not listen no matter how often I told her, a smile formed on my lips. I decided not to give her chocolate in the morning and moved my heavy feet a bit faster.

Passing the wall and reaching the entrance to the mansion.

A familiar voice reached out from the second floor of the mansion at a time when it shouldn't be heard.

"Ricardo!!!!"

With a choking voice, the young lady shouted at me.

The young lady calling out to me, waving her hand.

Just as my heart felt like it was sinking,

The words coming from the young lady's mouth alleviated my troubled heart.

"There's a cockroach!!! Wahhhhh!!!!"

"Yikes! I need to flee!"

"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!"

I smiled and ran towards the young lady's room.