Chapter 92
After staring into the deep darkness for a moment, Ragnar stood up.
Arzeletta gasped, looking up at the man standing before her.
His unresolved desire remained. The p***s that had just been about to enter her was still hard and e***t, showing no signs of calming down.
However, Ragnar’s eyes were unwavering. He fumbled beside him and quickly found and put on his lower garments.
It was difficult to button up the menacingly e***t thing, but he concealed his monstrous organ within his uniform by letting out another low curse.
“…Don’t move, stay here.”
“What-“
“Don’t get involved. Staying still is helping.”
With his solid upper body exposed, he found and picked up a dagger. Ragnar frowned for a moment.
He hadn’t brought his longsword due to the sudden outing. All he had was a dagger for minimal self-defense.
For him to protect himself alone, this much would have been enough.
“……”
Ragnar looked back at the woman behind him.
Her beautiful face was colored with fear.
She was pale. Her beautiful body, which had been thoroughly touched and swayed by his hands just moments ago, was covered by her long black hair.
At the woman’s utterly forlorn appearance, Ragnar’s Adam’s apple roughly bobbed.
He had to fight while protecting the woman behind him.
“……!”
Only then did Arzeletta notice Ragnar’s back.
A back scarred deeply and darkly. A scar of the same shape as Theogrim’s.
Covering her chest with her hair, Arzeletta gazed at the man’s firm back, which stood before her. The man’s back was as tall and massive as a wall.
And a moment later,
“Mph…!”
Arzeletta clamped her mouth shut to prevent a scream.
What crawled out of the darkness was a four-legged beast.
It could only be broadly described as a four-legged beast because its true identity was unknown.
Perhaps in life, it could have been a fierce beast like a sleek-furred leopard or a lion.
The reason for adding ‘perhaps’ was…
“…Is it time for the dead to awaken?”
…Because it was already dead.
Ragged hide clung to creaking bones, dangling. The bones were yellow and worn, showing how much time had passed.
Through its hollow eye sockets was an endless darkness. Arzeletta cowered her naked body.
Grrrroooowl…
The dead beast cried. A chilling vapor rose around it. It wasn’t crying from its throat, but a sound as if the darkness visible within the holes of its bones was vibrating.
She had heard stories of the dead for a long time, but this was the first time she had encountered such a being while living in this domain.
Arzeletta again looked at the man’s tall back.
She had heard countless times how he protected the domain from all heretical things. How his divine power purified the domain and guarded everyone’s safety.
At this very moment, behind the Holy Knight who stood blocking her with only a palm-sized dagger. Arzeletta realized those words were literally true.
Grrrroooowl.
“……”
Arzeletta swallowed. She felt as if the beast, nodding its head, was somehow looking at her through the pupils of its eyes.
She reached out a trembling hand and pulled the clothes Ragnar had removed closer to her. As the warmth that had been intensely pressed against her moments before receded, her embarrassingly wet nether regions felt cold.
Ragnar, feeling the beast’s gaze, looked alternately at the dead beast and Arzeletta. He habitually furrowed his brow and re-gripped his dagger.
“Are you foolish, or… is it arrogance?”
“Grrrroooowl.”
“Can you not read my power?”
Ragnar quickly recited a prayer in a low voice. Soon, a faint light gathered around the dagger he held.
It was a light like a silver-burning flame. The beast paused for a moment, seeing the glowing dagger, but it didn’t seem to have given up its prey behind the man’s back.
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