Don't Come to Wendy's Flower House

Chapter 112: Chapter 112 Don’t come to Wendy’s house (6)

“Argh… hey!”

When she walked halfway down the stairs, she heard him moaning painfully.

His voice was sweet enough to make her think he was not the type who would be involved in this kind of thing.

“Do you know what you did to me…? ”

The man coughed and spat. It was hemoptysis. The blood flowing over his temple was so profuse that it soaked his mask. The dark lamp lights hanging from the wall made him look even more eerie.

“Huck… ! ”

So surprised at his bloody figure, she walked down the stairs quickly.

She walked down the stairs, ignoring his voice. As her legs were wobbly, her steps were unsteady. Her steps twisted and faltered one after another.

“Ouch!”

At that moment, the man who came closer to her grabbed her by her hair. He mercilessly pulled her hair. She fell on the floor as he pulled her to the side. She hit her back and hips on the edge of the stairs. She felt unbearable pain.

“I was just trying to scare you… But I give up. I’m going to get even with you and pay you back more than I suffered. What should I do?… Do you want me to beat you, so you can’t raise your pretty face? Or do you want me to break your limbs? ”

The masked man squatted in front of her and poured out bad words.

She barely moved her right hand, moaning in pain and pale.

Her whole body ached because of the impact of her fall. She found it hard even to flip her palm. Even in pain, she immediately thought of some plants that could stop his approach.

“Oh, yes! I shouldn’t break your feet because you have to leave the capital. I might have made a big mistake!”

He giggled as if he realized something awesome.

“… Well, it looks like I can break your fingers freely.”

Suddenly, he snatched her right hand. It was an unexpected development. He playfully touched her finger joints. She felt like her skin was shrinking as his touch continued. She tried to pull her hand away from him, but it was in vain. With a scared look she looked sideways at her index finger held in his hand.

“Oh, you have to promise me one thing before that… It’s not hard, so don’t be nervous. It’s very simple. ”

“… ”

“Leave the capital as soon as the day breaks. And you should never come back… How about it? Very simple, isn’t it?” He said, moving one of his eyes as if the blood flowing from his head got into it.

Wendy barely opened her mouth after looking at his face.

“…Why should I leave the capital? ”

“I want your promise, not your questions!”

“Ouch!” She moaned painfully because he grasped her hand tightly.

She felt extreme pain as if her finger knuckles were broken.

“… Now, let me give you another chance. Tell me if you can keep your promise. ”

Easing his grip on her hand, he spoke as if to appease her earnestly.

“The person who sent you here… Does she want me to leave the capital?”

She was not supid enough to ask him who gave him the order. She could easily guess the identity of the person who sent this man here. An obvious person came to her mind.

Francis Hazlet! Yes, there was no other person than her who could do this crazy thing.

After all, she was the woman who played the dirty trick of threatening Dylan with a marriage certificate.

When she recalled Francis, She felt an irresistible hatred spreading all over her.

‘Why! Why are you doing such wicked things to me? It’s me, not you, who has to take vengeance!’

She felt the urge to smash everything she could lay her hands on. She was so mad that her whole body felt tingling.

“That’s why you should have paid more attention to your human relationships,” said the man, giving her a piece of advice.

Instead of replying, she stared at him ferociously, trying to pull her hand away once again.

But the man kept his grip on her hand.

“…Let go of my hand. Don’t make me do terrible things to you. ”

Wendy warned him sharply, gnashing her teeth. If he made her more upset than now, she felt she could be cruel enough to plant a thornbush on his body. She felt a strong impulse.

“… Why… Why did she do this?”

Wendy was tired and tired of being trampled on. She was full of desire to repay her by making her feel the same pain she had suffered. Her right hand trembled as if it had a seizure.

She strained her index finger before she knew it.

‘Yes, if I use this power! With this power!’

She felt she could give the same pain to all who have harassed her. She felt she could make them struggle in pain before meeting their final moments in their lives.

Her breathing became very rough. She wanted to be freed from her hatred that had been bothering her for a long time.

Her index finger trembled in his grip. She had to survive, freed from this man and all kinds of hatred.

She was shaken by the defense mechanism of her survival, but she was hesitating to press her index finger on the back of his hand.

‘Can I really feel comfortable ever after doing this? Can I escape from the bondage of hatred? Can I use this power on such a dirty thing?’

After she was imagining such things, she frowned at the moment. She heard something sharp around her. The masked man seemed to tell her something, but she could not hear.

Her heart, which seemed unable to pound faster anymore, began to beat faster.

Another fear, different from her fear of that man, overwhelmed her. She looked down at her hand held in his hand.

“Hey, it’s no use trying to buy your time. Can’t you hear me? You had better leave the capital before dawn. ”

He threatened her, using foul language on and off. His harsh language made her pull herself together. She clenched her teeth. She could not use the power of her index finger on him.

“…Don’t you know how horrible your voice is? It sounds like a girl’s shrill… It gives me goosebumps!”

She deliberately tried to provoke him by saying so, while pointing with her chin at her hand in his grip. He grinned and looked at her arm.

At that moment, she raised her other fist and smashed it into the pit of his stomach. Although her attack was useless, it made him angry. He stopped it and held her left hand. She did not stop trying to pull away her left hand and spit as hard as she could in his face. Her saliva got stuck on the mask and did not reach his skin, but it was enough to fan his anger.

“… what a bitch of a woman!”

Raging at her, he slapped her in the face. She lost her balance and rolled down the rest of the stairs, with a big thump.

“Uh-huh… ”

She felt pain as if her whole body was broken. It was possible that some of her bones were broken due to her impact. She saw him slowly descending the stairs. She moved her index finger when she couldn’t move her body in extreme pain.

Bang, bang!

Right at the moment somebody opened the door roughly and stepped in. The masked man stepped back up the stairway, stunned at his appearance. The man pulled out a sword even before she turned her head to check out who came inside the house.

“What the heck?”

The man on the stairs also took out a dagger hidden in his pocket, but the man who came into the house passed her quickly and walked up the stairs. Only then did she know who he was: Lard Schroder.

Confronting the intruder, Lard turned his head to check if she was okay. She barely raised her upper body with all her might. Lard wanted to show his composure, but he felt like he was going to cry. Lard looked at her face resolutely.

During that short span, the masked man ran up the stairs because he felt he could not beat Lard. Lard immediately jumped up the stairs to chase him.

“Are you okay?”

As the two were engaged in fierce fighting, someone quickly approached Wendy.

Astonished, she looked up at him warily. He was familiar to her. He must be one of the knights she saw at the time when the prince’s palace collapsed. He checked her wounds with a heavy heart.

“Let’s move to a different place,” The knight carefully helped her stand. As she limped and couldn’t walk, he almost picked her up and took her away from the fighting scene.

Wendy, stepping back from the parlor, turned to the stairs again at the rattling sounds of iron. She saw Lard quickly stopping the dagger thrown by the man and charging toward him.

Instantly, Lard narrowed the distance and cut deep into the man’s shoulder with the sword. The man, moaning in pain, took another dagger and swung it towards Lard’s face. Lard avoided his attack by twisting his body, but the masked man continued to wield the dagger.