Breeding Season - Chapter 14
Staring blankly at Eltan, who had violently thrown open the entrance, she was startled by a growl coming from somewhere and dashed out like a rabbit.
“Ah…”
The torch flared. Ash from a fallen ember rolled on the ground as people trampled over it and ran.
Creak!
The kukris reflected light here and there. A person, with all their tendons bulging and skin red, charged at someone while bleeding from their eyes. The blade cut his neck, but it was shallow. And, the reddened person… bit someone.
It was Latakun.
‘He was the one who gave me food. He used to cook delicious porridge… but why.’
For a moment, Siren couldn’t comprehend, and repeated it in her mind. Her eyes witnessed the situation, but her brain couldn’t catch up.
Meanwhile, Eltan looked back at her while slicing down the mutated infected.
“Tsk. This is the work of the southern ruling class. I expected something like this on the way, but the timing is not ideal.”
Why them?
Weren’t they supposed to be on their side?
Was it to monopolize the results of Yasamin’s work?
She had no knowledge of politics, but it was a thought that crossed her mind in an instant. Even so, it didn’t really help in this situation.
“Stay inside. Yasamin will be here soon.”
The glasses-wearing man, who looked suited to reading books, had dark-red flesh splattered on him.
Thud.
Another red human’s head exploded right before her eyes.
Frozen in shock at the surreal scene, a sweetly chilling voice flowed into her ears from behind.
“Do you know why the warriors follow me?”
Crack.
The neck of the infected that had been charging at her snapped. It was the one who wore a crimson strap on his arm, indicating he was the cook.
Siren, who was only able to turn her eyes stiffly to witness the scene, quickly recognized who the man protecting her was.
But it was a truly foolish thing to say now.
“Well, if I become infected… this country would already be destroyed by then. Not a single human would be left, and the seed would be dried up.”
“Behind! Behind!!!”
A single word spilled out of Siren’s mouth as she blankly watched the situation unfold.
Thud!
Her eyes couldn’t keep up with what had happened.
It just… exploded. He hadn’t even lifted a finger.
“I already knew about that. No need to make a fuss.”
Blood splattered onto his beautifully platinum hair. The red staining the white, shining strands stood out so much, but oddly enough, it didn’t seem disgusting—it actually suited him.
Like a man who was born from blood itself.
“Is it roughly cleaned up?”
That delicate hand reminded her of only one person.
But that delicate hand… pierced a person’s, a person’s neck.
It was pierced.
‘Just now, I’m sure his nails grew longer. It wasn’t a human hand.’
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Her heart was pounding wildly. It beat fast enough to announce that she was still alive. I’m still alive.
Eltan had told her to go into the barracks. Yasamin had arrived.
What should she do?
“When they’ve become the infected ones, hated even by the Wilkeron, only I can kill them.”
Grrrrr! Aaaaaaaahhh!
The infected screamed wildly. If they bite, they mutate.
The time it took to mutate didn’t even last 10 seconds.
As she was gently pushed toward the barracks, Yasamin laughed.
“Warrior infected ones cause 50 times more damage than regular infected ones. To prevent them from becoming the very existence they hate, I’m helping. And that’s why they revere me.”
Thud! Bam!
From Yasamin’s two arms, something white shot out, piercing the infected. It was a wound that should have stopped their breath, but the infected still squirmed, stretching out their arms.
Click, click. Clickclick. Clickclick.
It was hard to tell if it was the sound of her teeth clashing or the infected rampaging for prey.
It was probably both. Siren, watching the man fight, suddenly remembered their first meeting.
Ah, Yasamin must have found the Wilkeron’s knights amusing.
If they fought like this all the time.
“Then, you…”
“Hmm?”
“If you become infected… who will…”
Her tongue stumbled. In Wilkeron, death was a taboo subject, so it was hard to spit it out easily.
Meanwhile, Yasamin kicked the infected impaled on his arm with his foot and crushed its head with his foot.
Bam!
Again, the brain splattered and stained the ground.
The head that had been attached to a person just moments ago was now gone. Gone, and gone.
“Ah, who would kill me, you ask?”
No, that wasn’t what she wanted to say.
She wanted to ask who would give you rest.
Now she understood what “cleaned up” meant.
It meant there would be no one left to challenge him.
In the chaotic camp, there were no living people left. According to Yasamin’s standards, it had been “cleaned up.”
“Eltan, Eltan is…”
“Why look for Eltan when I’m the one who saved you?”
