A Hero Saves With Her Body - Chapter 113

‘Phew, good thing I didn’t sell it.’

About nine months ago.

Shortly after joining Pumong and entering a second-grade boundary, Rosé had held a divine bead in her mouth, a gift from her master.

Unfortunately, the boss was a female who couldn’t absorb s*men, so she had no choice but to wield her sword with the pearl in her mouth.

But what do you know? After swinging her sword a few times, the boundary was closed.

Although it was a pity she could only use it once more, she had no regrets as it saved Peon.

“She’s no ordinary human.”

A white wolf, who had retreated, sneered. It seemed they could speak human language quite well, not just growl.

Rosé gulped and raised her sword high. The effect of the divine bead would last at most five minutes.

No, with such dense dark energy, it might not even last three minutes.

“Podrick!”

“I know!”

The invisible Podrick quickly picked up Peon and ran.

With one white wolf, whose arm was severed, taken care of, there were now four left.

Rosé swung her sword wildly in all directions. Podrick, watching the sight, couldn’t close his mouth. Wow, really, she’s so…

“Hiya! Hi-yah!”

Terrible…

“Hiyaaa!”

But ironically, each swing of her sword left wounds on the monsters.

The injuries were deeper and more fatal than the sword strikes Podrick and Peon had managed with all their might.

Eastern abilities were truly remarkable. Even with such clumsy movements, they allowed her to inflict fatal wounds on Grade 1 monsters.

“Hiya! Hyaaa!”

The problem was the duration. The purple light surrounding Rosé was gradually fading.

There were now three monsters left.

It seemed impossible to defeat them without absorbing s*men.

‘Wait, s*men?’

At that moment, a crude idea popped into Rosé’s head.

A handsome, well-built S-tier. Beast-like lower body. Standing right in front of her, practically inviting her.

Though now they were baring their sharp fangs and claws, growling with the intent to kill, a little seduction might work.

‘Humanoids are easy to seduce.’

Based on her past experience, humanoid monsters who could speak were easy to seduce and absorb s*men from, as their s*xual points were similar to human males.

‘Alright. Let’s try it.’

With a determined resolve, Rosé spoke to Beth behind her in a voice full of fear but determination.

“I’ll handle this. You all go back first!”

This was the hero of Bistiman, the Black Cloak. Beth’s tear-filled eyes sparkled with deep realization.

“Black Cloak…!”

“It’s okay. Go quickly.”

Rosé nodded to reassure her.

Beth’s lips quivered as if she would burst into tears. Ah, the hero of the commoners, the Black Cloak.

She heard rumors that she was a corpse, someone without justice and loyalty, but having not worked with her much, she hadn’t realized it.

But at this moment, Beth felt her true worth deep in her heart.

‘Ah, why aren’t they leaving? I need to absorb the s*men.’

Regardless, Rosé bit her lip anxiously, seeing the people hesitating to leave.

No matter how desperate she was for stats, she couldn’t roll around with monsters in front of everyone.

“I’m really fine, so you all go… Huh!”

At that moment, the light surrounding her shattered, and the white wolf’s claw tore her cloak.

Rip.

‘Ah, I’ll have to get it repaired again.’

Fortunately, there were no wounds, but the chest area of the Black Cloak was in tatters.

This exposed her fair chest. Simultaneously, she felt a strange gaze.

Grrr…

The white wolves, who had stopped their attack, stared intently at Rosé’s ample chest.

Rosé alternated her gaze between them and her chest, then chuckled. She expected it to be easy, but this was too easy.

But Podrick, who lacked awareness, thought she was in danger and was running toward her with his sword.

She couldn’t afford to lose these S-tiers. Rosé slightly lifted her chest with her hand and moaned.

“Ugh, no. Don’t look…”

Even an idiot could understand what it meant, but the excited wolves didn’t see it.

Dark energy is not the only thing that increases at night. Tonight was a full moon. It was the white wolves’ mating season.

They exchanged glances and nodded. A wordless agreement was made.

“Black Cloak! I’ll save you, Sister!”

‘Podrick, read the room!’

The thoughtlessly cheerful Podrick swung his sword at the white wolves.

But the wolves, who were at the peak of their excitement, were unprecedentedly strong. Naturally, they deflected his sword strikes, and Podrick fell helplessly to the ground.

Now, all the white wolves’ attention was on Rosé. They decided to focus on the woman emitting intense yin energy rather than a few insignificant humans.

So their method was,

“Ah!”

“We’ll take you to our dwelling and raise you specially.”

Kidnapping.

“They’re riding horses! Mingus, what have you been doing without killing them!”

Mingus scratched the back of his head, looking at the horse carrying the Black Cloak.

Even though they were just horses, it was tough to handle five at once. So he had only broken their legs. He didn’t expect them to have such remarkable recovery abilities.

No wonder. He thought it was strange that they had such strong dark energy despite being weak.

“They’re escaping! No! Black cloak!”

Beth screamed, watching the leisurely waving horse tail.

Podrick tried to follow, but by the time he reached the lakeshore on horseback, the ice was already shattered into pieces.

He unfolded a map to find an alternative route, but it required a long run, making it difficult to pursue.

“Damn it!”

Pitch-black darkness descended over the remaining people. The only light was the faint moonlight.

Podrick glared at the full moon in the sky, then turned his horse around.

“We have to go back.”

“Are you crazy? What about the Black Cloak!”

Podrick, unknowingly gripping the reins tightly, stared at the protesting Beth.

Venter was dead, and Peon was on the brink of death. It was practically impossible to chase the monsters.

“That’s for Brother to decide.”

Podrick, clenching his teeth in frustration, spurred his horse toward the castle gate.

Knowing that Peon’s life couldn’t be delayed, Beth reluctantly helped him onto the saddle.

The desperate sound of breathing faded with the urgent hoofbeats. It was a miserable night for everyone except Rosé.

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“Pumong has returned! Open the gate!”

The Red Knight of the lookout waved a red flag. Under the torchlight, the approaching horses were visible.

The Red Knight in charge of opening the gate pulled the rope. As the last rounded arch was raised, the horses carrying Pumong entered one after another.

But there were only four horses.

“Is this all?”

“Then what about the survivors…”

Sergi pushed through the murmuring knights and headed for the gate. His eyes scanned the saddles frantically. He immediately found Podrick.

“Podrick, where is the Black Cloak?”

Seeing Sergi’s trembling hand on his shoulder, Podrick clenched his fist. Faced with his agitated leader, he didn’t know where to start.

“We went to Ermel village, but there were no survivors. The magic stone that was supposed to be in the shelter was gone too. So we went to Lake Restin to find the magic stone deposit, but suddenly monsters…”

“Podrick. Get to the point.”

Sergi’s face turned red and blue, ready to explode.

The unnecessary preamble didn’t matter. He just wanted to know why she hadn’t returned.

Podrick couldn’t meet Sergi’s eyes and lowered his head.

“They took her.”

Cursing harshly, Sergi slumped down, groaning. Should he feel relieved that she was at least alive?

He wanted to blame Podrick for not chasing her immediately, but he knew it wouldn’t solve anything.

“Brother, as soon as it’s light, we’ll go back in…”

“With just the four of you?”

“Well, that’s…”

Excluding the injured Peon, only four could move.

They could ask the Red Knights for help, but their opponents were high-ranking monsters within an unclosed boundary.

Even the best swordsmen would be a hindrance without resistance to dark energy.

What Sergi needed was people familiar with the boundary and capable of fighting monsters. And he knew that only the Blue Knights fit that description.

Sergi found Oster, who was being briefed by Beth.

Oster, hearing there were no survivors, wiped the cold sweat off his face with one hand.

“Mr. Arnedin, I have a request.”

Oster turned to Sergi with a blank expression.

Trembling hands, urgent voice. The man who had anxiously watched beyond the wall with him seemed about to collapse. He could guess what was coming.

“Please open the passage to Monchen.”

Oster clenched his fist and shook his head.

“The Blue Knights didn’t respond even when the castle gate was compromised. His Majesty won’t send troops here just to save civilians.”

“No. This time is different.”

Because the civilian is ‘Rosé Mora’. Yes. It had to be different.

― Ariel is targeting Rosé, Brother.

The muscles in Sergi’s clenched jaw stood out.

A means to draw Lian Mora into Pumong. Or a means to confront the Emperor.

But in the end, what he chose was Rosé Mora’s life.

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