My Villainous Husband

22

Trigger warning

This chapter contains material which some readers may find distressing, including depictions of physical violence, blood, and gore. Reader discretion is advised.

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Roberta’s hostility and Sylvia’s screams were emulsified into a mess and echoed in the sky of the hunting ground. If they shouted this loudly, someone would likely come, though no one had arrived yet, presumably because the hunting ground was so vast.

My hands, wearing the rough leather gloves, didn’t tremble at all.

‘Shoot.’

Swish—

The bow that Raniero had given me shot the arrow sharply.

The poisoned arrow fell very close to the two and landed in the grass. The next moment, the arrowheads caused the grass to rot black. I could see that Roberta had momentarily hardened even from here. She slowly turned her head.

Although I was on top of a tall structure, I could see her enraged expression clearly. Without a word, I put the arrow back on the bow.

This time, I was determined to hit her head.

“This… this damn b*tch!”

Roberta came running towards me as if she was foaming out of the mouth.

Swish!

Once again, the arrow flew.

As Sylvia fell down, hanging on Roberta’s waist when she was running this way, the arrow missed. The two fell, tangled up on the floor.

“Mo, mother!”

“I can’t let you go!”

“If you say you want to kill me because you want to live, then what about me! Huh? What about me?!”

Sylvia’s beautiful face was distorted as she continued to scream.

“I want to live, too!”

As though foretelling this situation, there was a stone block of suitable size within reach of her hand. Sylvia reached out her hand and picked it up right away before striking Roberta in the back of the head.

—Puk!

I could hear the wretched sound all the way from here.

A shrill cry.

Then, again—Puk.

“I want to live. I want to live. I want to live. I’ll survive… I’ll make a place to stand with my feet!”

Haha. I laughed.

Raniero would regret not seeing this scene later.

As I thought so, I quickly drew my dagger and strode down the stairs. Sylvia was holding the bloody stone and holding her breath with her hair disheveled while Roberta groaned in agony and crawled on the floor. And when I came before them, Sylvia exhaled her breath and loosened her knife.

The knife cut Roberta’s ankle.

With the tendon in her ankle cut, Roberta was merely spewing strange sounds, spitting curses against Sylvia and me. The fact that she was not dead yet must be because of her great vitality.

“Your, Your Majesty…”

Seeing me, Sylvia quickly fell to her knees and offered her blade to me. She was terrified.

Oh, terrified humans are amusing.

“This prey is for Your Majesty. Please… Please, Your Majesty, take the prey.”