I Became the Younger Sister of the Game's Villain - Chapter 12.3
I hesitate, my blood pumping, and he follows me at a reasonable distance.
That’s fine, but.
‘What are you staring at?’
There was definite wariness and suspicion in Yoon San Young’s gaze toward me, and even a hint of faint anger.
After all, I knew him, but this was his first meeting with me, and his overtly hostile attitude was perplexing.
Moreover, just how far was he planning to follow?
Yoon San Young intermittently followed my direction, protecting people on the way, then returning to my side, keeping a proper distance.
Well, seeing a familiar face did make me feel a bit more at ease than before.
But…
‘Why isn’t he killing them?’
Yoon San Young was clearly struggling in the fight.
Even under the guise of protecting people, it seemed like taking down the Maullas would be much more helpful.
But he was just blocking, diverting, dodging…
His actions didn’t seem much different from mine.
The skills he was using were the same too.
The most basic like <Slash>, <Heavy Strike>, and at most a quick attack skill <Tri-Edge>.
Aside from the raggedy equipment, the overall specs didn’t look great.
While it’s impossible to see the exact Agility-Strength-Intelligence grades, compared to the Yoon San Young from Akka I remembered, he seemed significantly under-leveled.
…So,
‘It makes sense.’
That’s right.
A hollow laugh escaped me.
I kept forgetting because of the familiar face, but this was the past.
He wasn’t the Yoon San Young I knew.
Realizing this, I started noticing his youthful features that hadn’t been there before.
The lean jawline, the knuckles, the somewhat fragile and sharp aura were all the same.
My mood soured just a bit more.
‘Is he around my level?’
As I began to doubt, even from a veteran’s perspective, it seemed likely.
Similar to a C-grade, or perhaps a bit above.
Yet, there he was, desperately throwing himself against an A+ grade Maulla to save even one more person.
My head, already on edge with tension, throbbed even more.
‘Right. That’s how he always was.’
A protagonist who, even after losing limbs, an eye, or even rupturing organs, atones with just his body in this world.
A hero who believes that’s his due as the human who brought about destruction.
Yoon San Young barely managed to fend off one of the Maullas with his sword.
The dull tip of the blade trembled violently.
He was frantically busy trying to protect the fallen people in front of him, the situation clearly overwhelming him.
And then, from the left diagonal direction.
‘Here they come.’
Even in the midst of frantic running, another Maulla, having spotted three prey, was charging towards us.
Yoon San Young hadn’t noticed it yet and seemed about to collide with it.
I felt it in my gut.
He won’t be able to dodge this.
“Yoon San Young!!”
I shouted instinctively, and his eyes widened in shock.
The fireball that I hurled, narrowly missing Yoon San Young, hit the Maulla squarely.
Not missing the slight opening created, he plunged his sword into the middle of the Maulla’s maw, buying some time.
In that brief moment while he was frozen in terror, grabbing the stunned person and turning to flee,
‘What are you saying?’
Yoon San Young’s face flickered with a troubled look as if he had much to say.
In that moment of furrowed brows,
Wail―.
The loud sound of a police siren echoed over the road.
Followed by a commotion of attacks and flashes, figures dressed in black soared into the air.
“Chae Bon*…”
(T/N: It took me a while to comprehend but it seems to be a name for a specialized task force for handing issues related to the portals in Akka’s world.)
I murmured absentmindedly.
Finally, the individuals capable of dealing with this portal had arrived.
Chae Bon quickly formed ranks and infiltrated among the people.
They dispatched the Maullas as easily as swatting weak insects.
My legs, pushed to their limits, gradually stopped.
This is different.
The disparity in skill is overwhelming.
As the number of dead bodies on the road began to approximate the number of Maulla corpses,
“Ah, Yoon San Young, what were you saying?”
I turned my head toward the back where he was standing.
But Yoon San-young was nowhere to be seen.
As if she had never been there.
I stared at the empty space and slowly swiped my tongue across my mouth.
The air, mixed with the scent of blood, was acrid.
