Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 59

It was a beautiful smile that even the teacher who taught Asha etiquette would have praised as graceful.

Of course, the action that followed was the complete opposite.

“Hey!”

“Wha—?”

“Ma—Madam?”

A roar. The shout Asha let out was a roar. If physical force could be contained in a sound, it was a desperate shout that would have more than enough power to catch Gale Serman—a shout so raw that no one would think its owner was a noble lady.

While the escort knights, who hadn’t thought the sound came from their master, turned their heads to find the culprit of the commotion, Asha threw off the shoes she was wearing. The moment her bare soles touched the ground, she naturally bent her body toward the floor. It was a skill she hadn’t practiced just once or twice.

A moment so tense it felt like time slowed down. An escort knight who witnessed this scene suddenly recalled Cecile’s words.

‘The Madam is modest and, yes…. You think she seems too fragile? Well, Sir Hoern. The Madam is….’

“Gale Serman….”

Grip. Asha’s feet, planted firmly on the ground, kicked off and she shot forward.

How should such a sight be described? A flash of light?

He could guarantee that in his thirty years of life, Sir Hoern had never seen such a noble lady. The time it took for Gale to turn around and for Asha to lunge forward was only one second. It was a marvelously quick judgment and a dizzying speed that couldn’t even be chased.

“Stay right there!”

‘She can sprint across 17th Street in one breath.’

What was Cecile’s expression like then? She had looked enlightened, or perhaps like she pitied herself for having to handle the Madam. At the time, he had just brushed it off as an exaggeration.

‘Why has it turned out like this…?’

His hollow gaze followed Asha’s back, which had already become a dot in the distance.

“Hah, haak!”

“Hey!”

Damn it, damn it! Gale Serman gnashed his teeth internally as he moved his legs. His body, which had starved for several meals, couldn’t produce proper speed, and his whipped thighs throbbed as if they would burst at any moment. Damn it! Despite the clear difference in physique, the distance between Asha and himself showed no signs of widening.

The voice screaming his name was so vivid it felt as if she were calling right from behind him. Gale Serman, filled with anxiety, pushed through the gathered onlookers and even overturned stalls. It was certain that the guards would be deployed if he caused a commotion in the market, but escaping from Asha was the priority right now.

Crash!

“Aaack!”

Stalls were overturned and items spilled out due to his rough hands. As people’s shouts and screams echoed simultaneously, Asha’s footsteps, which were closely following Gale, also hesitated for a moment.

Due to that moment of hesitation, the distance from Gale widened considerably. The more she cornered Gale, the more innocent people were getting hurt. Just as she deliberated whether to keep following, Asha recalled what she held in her fist and increased her speed again.

Unaware of what Asha was plotting, Gale let out a sigh of relief just from the fact that the presence following him had grown distant. No matter how much of a wild filly Asha Halswein was, it wouldn’t be easy to close this widened gap in one go.

Idiot! If you wanted to catch me, you should have ignored the people and kept running. Gale mocked Asha’s hesitation over mere people to his heart’s content. A faint thrill flashed across his face. Panting, Gale glanced back.

He intended to confirm her stupid expression as she watched him get away in vain….

“Huh?”

What was this?

Something was flying toward him rapidly. Even in the blink of an eye, the object was gradually getting closer. It was an item that Gale Serman, who had lived as a noble his whole life, couldn’t fail to recognize.

A diamond shining brilliantly under the summer sun, a fist-sized one situated right in the center….

‘A handbag?’

Thwack!

Gale tumbled onto the ground just like that. It was a pitiful and unsightly sight, like a fallen leaf being swept away by the wind. Having been struck dead center by a hard diamond boasting maximum hardness, Gale couldn’t even scream as he rolled on the ground. The impact was so strong that he reflexively reached out to check if his head hadn’t burst.

By the time Gale, floundering in agonizing pain, regained his senses, Asha was already standing before his eyes.

“You, how could you even….”

Call yourself a Countess!

He couldn’t bring himself to scream the rest of the words, but Gale’s terrified gaze vividly conveyed his thoughts. However, Asha, without giving him a shred of attention, silently climbed on top of the tumbled Gale. She didn’t forget to grab his hair with her two fair hands.

Gale Serman, startled by the aggressive touch, shrank back, his teeth chattering. The rumors that circulated during their Academy days… they weren’t exaggerations?

Gale Serman had always thought the rumors related to Asha were just excuses made by pathetic men. But what was this intimidation? Wouldn’t it be fitting to compare her to a common street thug?

He gritted his teeth to keep his trembling mouth still, but they wouldn’t listen. Asha’s silhouette, appearing in backlighting because her back was to the sun, was terrifying as he couldn’t guess her thoughts. Gale Serman, cornered, struggled as he tried to hide his fear.

“Let go!”

“This bastard, instead of begging for forgiveness, you’re flapping your mouth?”

Enraged, Asha shook the hand gripping Gale’s hair violently. Gale, who was suppressed in an instant, struggled to get away, but being pinned to the floor and looking like he hadn’t even had a drop of thin gruel, a counterattack was not easy.