Suici*de by Raising a Heroine

24 – Humanoid monsters – 2

“Keuhehehehe. I must have run out of stamina now. I’ll kill you as painfully as possible.”

After a delay of nearly 10 seconds, Scarface giggled at the arm clinging to his shoulder. It’s been around for a really long time, but it’s always been an effective trick.

The fact that when a regenerative monster that seems not so rare or a super regenerative person who sprouts in a drought runs out of stamina, the first symptom to be seen is a delay in body recovery.

Of course, it was an exception for me, but I had a lot of fun using that stereotype appropriately.

If you deliberately delay recovery in the second half after exchanging attacks, they will mistakenly think that you have run out of stamina.

And in order to put an end to me when I ran out of stamina, they tried to kill me using their own special moves by gathering all the powerless power they had.

Without reaching the level of Charlotte or Serena, it was necessary to gather a lot of strength in order to use a special move.

Of course, there will be gaps, but since I think this side’s stamina is almost exhausted, if I kill myself, there will be no other human to attack.

Well, it was obvious what would happen after that.

“……You, who made you like that?”

“Does a guy who’s about to die need to know that?”

this doesn’t work I said it out of breath on purpose, but it didn’t seem as conceited or brainless as I thought.

When it comes to this situation, some see me as a guy who will die anyway, and there are a lot of empty-headed people who reveal their secrets hesitatingly in a useless sense of superiority.

It’s because that guy isn’t like that.

The plan has become useless. For a long time at best, he acted in a dying state while accepting him as he wanted, but I never imagined that he would have a personality that wouldn’t flirt with opponents on the verge of death.

Considering that I was caught in a simple provocation, I thought it was a strategy worth trying, but it wasn’t. All the work I’ve been doing so far has turned into futility, so I feel pretty empty.

Then you have to change your strategy. Even if I don’t like it very much.

Heavy feet pressed against my stomach. The things inside screamed. First of all, on the surface, he grabbed his ankle and tried to push it, showing a defiant appearance. The sneer on the corner of his mouth grew even thicker.

“You’re doing something stupid.”

The pressure on my stomach was getting stronger. I thought it must have been squeezed in one place. The movement of the feet stopped only when the skin on the stomach almost touched the skin on the back.

Playback was slightly delayed. I’d be suspicious if the foot position was immediately reversed here.

8 seconds. As if trying to consume as much of his remaining regenerative power as possible, he turned his feet around and tore his skin.

9 seconds. Something mushy protruded from between the claws pressing down on the messy stomach.

10 seconds. The recovery delay time has reached its limit.

Something between the claws went back into his stomach. The torn skin merged with each other, and the abdomen, which had been compressed as if it were sticking to the back, regained its original volume and pushed up the feet that were squeezing it.

Scarface grinned at me as I let out a painful moan.

“I’ll rip out that fucking tongue first, and goug out your eyes. Don’t die before I can enjoy it?”

When he slightly bent his fingers, his normally long claws grew longer. It seemed that the torture was about to begin.

Of course, I didn’t have the slightest thought of going through something like this.

I had been hitting all the attacks up to this point because I was wondering if there was any information I could dig up, but now that the plan has become useless, I don’t have time to waste on this guy anymore.

“Enjoy it. It will be you who will die, not me.”

“Dying? Me? Ha ha ha! You talk nonsense! Are you starting to get a little scared now? How can you kill me!”

“You’re talking about me killing you. You must be delusional about something, but I never said I could kill you.”

Eight pupils rolled in all directions, examining the surroundings. I’m so confident that I wonder if there’s something else I’m hiding.

There is something hidden. I’m going to call this from now on.

Sup, he took a deep breath. I braced my stomach and looked up at the sky. And I shouted with all my might.

“Serenaaa!”

A moment of silence passed. Scarface’s gaze focused on me. It was quite a sight to see the four pairs of eyes that always looked at all kinds of places at the same time.

No wonder Scarface reacted this way. At least as far as he knew, there was only one human named Serena in this city.

“You bastard, what are you doing now?”

Scarface was speechless. The eyes that had been looking at me were now pointing right above my head.

the shadows fell Fear filled his eyes as the sound of footsteps coming this way grew louder and louder.

If I was a human, I might not have noticed. However, since he was no longer human, he felt instinctive fear because the monster’s animal senses were intact.

“Did you call, lord?”

“You’re here earlier than expected, Serena.”

“I’m just sorry I couldn’t come earlier. But, what about that?”

I referred to it as that, but the target I was pointing at was Scarface, who had a foot on top of me.

“Hmm… he must be the culprit. Ah, since he’s not a human anymore, it’s a bit harsh to say he’s a culprit. Let’s just say he’s the culprit.”

“All right.”

Sreung, I heard the sound of Serena pulling out a World Eater.

Scarface screamed and threatened, but it was the screamer who hesitated and backed away.

Lying on the floor, he threw his neck back and turned his head to the side to look at Serena. Serena, holding a world eater in one hand and walking with an expressionless expression, was fear itself.

The next moment, Serena stood behind Scarface.

As soon as the human walking in front of him disappeared, the rotation speed of the eight eyes increased, and then he turned around as he felt the life right behind him.

No, it would be more accurate to say that I tried to turn it now. He stopped moving and lowered his head.

It was because his right arm was cut off.

It was cut so neatly that even the person in question did not understand the situation for a moment.

Eight pupils diligently looked alternately at the right arm that had fallen to the floor and the shoulder where the right arm rested just before.

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Just as he was about to scream when he finally figured out what had happened, his lower body collapsed. Scarface’s lower body had been cut into hundreds of small cubes.

The body that lost half of it staggered in the air, but soon the rest of the upper body changed into the same situation.

Scarface, who had lost both his upper and lower body, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But no sound came out of his mouth. That’s because the vocal cords are gone because the throat was cut neatly.

The head that had lost its body rolled on the ground in vain. In that state, his breath hadn’t stopped yet, his eyes were spinning non-stop.

A mixture of blood and saliva flowed between his teeth. A right arm was left standing next to a tower made of hundreds of red cubes.

Serena put the World Eater back in the scabbard. A small clicking sound rang out.

“How much mana do you have left?”

“I don’t feel it.”

The biggest difference between normal monsters and regenerative monsters was the presence or absence of mana detection after body parts were cut off.

If residual mana is detected from the body part that was cut off, it is a regenerative monster, otherwise it is a normal monster.

Since Serena replied that she couldn’t feel any residual mana from her severed right arm and diced cubes, that meant that Scarface was not a regenerative monster.

“Why did you leave your right arm behind?”

“Shouldn’t we show the lord of this place proof that the monster has appeared?”

“The head would suffice as proof?”

“The head guessed that there must be a place the lord needs.”

“He knows how to use mind-reading, which is commendable.”

“It’s too much praise.”

… … It was just a light joke.

I just noticed it just by looking at my expression, or I guessed it from what my lord has been doing. Shouldn’t the same be said?

Exaggerated, why did you say this? I don’t think he really knows how to use mind reading.

He shook his head to and fro to clear the ominous thoughts. It’s just a guess. Come to think of it, even when I met Serena again after 8 years, I joked lightly and then gave an inexhaustibly heavy answer.

I tossed the bloody cubes scattered around my legs and stomach, and stood up.

I don’t know how many times I’ve done it since I came to this city. Serena came to the side and brushed off the dust on her clothes.

“Could you pick that up, Serena? Oh, and the right arm over there.”

“By headquarters.”

Serena strode over, holding Scarface’s head in one hand and her right arm in the other.

It was quite pitiful to see him rolling his eyes around with only his head left in his hand. I thought the dragon was alive with that figure.

Quite a few monsters die when their heads are cut off. It wasn’t that there weren’t monsters that could rampage without a head, but it wasn’t that common either. As far as I know, there are only about ten types.

In most cases, the skin was so hard that it could not be cut with a knife from the beginning, or it was attached before the neck completely fell off due to its tremendous recovery ability.

Seeing that he didn’t die even after being decapitated, he must have belonged to about ten of them, but the opponent was really bad.

There was no question on Serena’s face as she stood next to me with her arms and head raised. It was a face that seemed to know where I was going to use that neck.

“Serena.”

“Speak.”

“Aren’t you curious why I need that hair?”

“I can’t dare to guess your master’s far-reaching plans. The chivalry I pursue is only the role of the weapon in my master’s hand. What would you do with a weapon wielded like a thought?”

“…”

It wasn’t because I knew where to use that neck, it was because I wasn’t curious at all.

Of the three I’m connected to right now, the most passive child is probably the one who wants to be serenaded.

Not to mention Charlotte, even Christine was actively moving, although it was a problem because the target was very limited and the method was seriously wrong.

But Serena was different.

If I give an order to stand here, Serena really has the personality to stand there for 10 or 20 years until another order is issued.

No matter what reckless words you say, you will blame yourself for failing to carry them out, and not blame me for giving an order that doesn’t work.

Even though I was away for 8 years right now, I was afraid because I had given an order to be in the Royal Knights, and then came to me thanks to the special situation of the lord’s request for help due to the appearance of a dragon.

If the dragon hadn’t appeared, and if it hadn’t been for the lord’s request for help, no matter how much time passed, he would have been confined to the palace until I came to visit him.

Of course, I had no intention of blaming or blaming Serena for that. Because of that personality, I am most seriously trying to end my immortality.

Christine is as serious as Serena, but her method is a little off, and I don’t know what the hell human sacrifice has to do with it, and Charlotte is wondering if she’s been doing research for me recently.

Seeing this, Serena is at least the most normal.

Sometimes it seems like I can’t overcome my desire and get excited by myself while hurting my body, but it’s an understandable category.

If you live for a long time, you will meet a lot of crazy people, so this level was definitely at the top.

“Lord, Lord?! Why suddenly…”

“Huh? It’s nothing special. It’s just admirable.”

After stroking Serena’s head a couple of times, the startled reaction immediately returned. Even her cheeks are blushing.

When I approached first, it was only Serena who was embarrassed. The other two will think that the moment this side tries to approach first, they’ve received permission, and they’ll attack, saying let’s proceed with the work after that.

Serena, who was unexpectedly surprised, followed me with her cheeks flushed and her head bowed down, and I didn’t bother to talk to Serena, who was shy, so there was only silence for a while.

Well, the reason we were able to be quiet was mainly because there was no one around.

Despite the commotion on the boulevard, the surroundings were still quiet. It was almost as if everyone in the city had disappeared.

If there were people nearby, Serena would have played Serena Elizabeth as the 1st knight commander of the royal family instead of such a lame woman, and I would have played Nameless, a low-class adventurer.

Serena madly hated talking to me, but what can I do?

“Did you hear the cause?”

It was a completely random question, but Serena answered right away as if she understood the purpose of my question.

“Yes, I heard.”

“To the lord? Or to the knight next to him?”

“I received it directly from the lord. He woke up. His complexion is still a bit pale.”

“I’m glad you woke up. So, what happened?”

“That’s… it’s a bit complicated to explain.”

“Complicated? What?”

The appearance of a humanoid monster with intelligence, understanding speech, and even being able to speak human language was certainly an event that could be considered complicated.

It wouldn’t be strange at all if a report went up directly to the palace using the transfer door right away.

However, even as soon as I arrived in the city and started walking around to assess the situation, Scarface was still in human form.

Even when he attacked me on our first meeting and threw me into a nearby house, he was human.

In other words, he was simply a high-class adventurer with a bad personality until he was caught up in the magic of the scroll I invoked and revealed the appearance of a monster.

If the lord had known Scarface’s true identity, he would have asked Serena to subdue her as soon as she arrived at the mansion, and it wouldn’t have taken long for Serena to behead her.

Even if it was a degraded version, she would not have died from a blow to her throat since she came back alive after being hit by Purgatory magic right in front of her nose, but due to Serena’s personality, there was no way she would leave Scarface alone.

Then what was the problem? I stopped and waited for Serena’s next words. Serena spoke calmly.

“I’ll just say the conclusion. They say there was a civil war in the city.”

I know. It’s a bit too complicated.