Please Kill Me - Chapter 109
At least, without an accomplice, there was no chance of escape. But with Yekaterina’s life at stake, who would dare help her?
Leonid was confident that this time, Yekaterina wouldn’t be able to escape.
“So, we just need to do our part.”
Everything will go smoothly, Leonid assured himself as he headed to the hunting party.
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Presently,
“I must have been out of my mind to agree to such a plan! If I had died, who would take responsibility, Your Grace?”
“Your skills are still sharp. How about returning to the elite forces, Olga?”
“If that day comes, just know I’ve lost my sanity!”
Olga vigorously rubbed her arms, trying to shake off the chills while glaring at Leonid. This sort of thing might not bother Leonid, but Olga felt differently.
“I’ve been retired for three years, and now I have to do this.”
Orphaned and brought into Rostislav, she had risen through the ranks with her exceptional talent, becoming an elite soldier at just sixteen. She had declared her retirement three years ago, tired of the screams and slaughter on the battlefield.
Becoming a maid for the Duke’s household, she found satisfaction in her mundane duties, despite the occasional hard day and moments when she missed the thrill of battle. The monotony of peace could be a sign of true happiness, after all.
The only thing she missed was having a Miss to serve, someone she could dress up and pamper—a maid’s dream.
Anyway, Olga likes the life of a maid.
On the battlefield, if she makes a mistake, bodies will fly. But in the mansion, a mistake and a bucket will fall down.
She was sick and tired of the battlefield that gave her chills all over her body.
I’m not going to live killing something anymore!
‘So I thought it would be nice to have a Miss to serve.’
She never imagined that the Miss she longed for would be someone even more extraordinary than herself.
In many ways, Yekaterina was the essence of the Miss Olga had always dreamed of serving. Quiet, gentle, never causing unnecessary trouble. She was stunningly beautiful, no matter how she was styled.
When Olga had the chance to dress Yekaterina up perfectly and share tea with her, she felt her job satisfaction spill over into genuine happiness.
Moreover, spending almost every day with Yekaterina, Olga discovered that she was a much warmer person than she appeared. Yekaterina seemed to take more joy in seeing Olga wear nice clothes than in wearing them herself. Whenever Yekaterina had something to eat, she made sure to share half of it with Olga, and when they walked over icy ground, she always held Olga’s hand.
Though Olga, as a former elite soldier of Rostislav, didn’t need such help, the gesture was what mattered.
The significance wasn’t about whether Olga could handle the icy ground but about the warmth and care that Yekaterina exhibited. That warm hand held on a cold ground was evidence of Yekaterina’s kind and considerate nature, despite her often emotionless and doll-like demeanor.
Olga grew to like Yekaterina as much as she liked being a maid.
Among the staff, no one could beat Olga in terms of affection for Yekaterina. Thus, she didn’t mind going into the forest to find her.
However, being dragged back into such a place full of murderous intent. She accepted it willingly for Yekaterina’s sake, but she couldn’t help but sigh.
‘What a fate.’
Olga thought, swallowing back the tears that threatened to spill as she glared at Leonid, the source of all this trouble—although, in truth, Yekaterina was the real reason behind it.
“If it weren’t for the Miss, I wouldn’t be doing this.”
“Same here. If it weren’t for Yekaterina, I wouldn’t be doing this either.”
“That’s true, but it feels oddly comforting.”
As Olga and Leonid exchanged light-hearted banter, Sergei roared from across them.
“How dare you… deceive me?! I was going to let you live!”
“Judging by how you threw that dagger earlier, you wouldn’t have managed to kill me or my horse.”
“You insolent wretch!”
“Let me show you how to throw a dagger properly.”
As Sergei spurred his horse towards them, Olga reached into her coat. When she withdrew her hand, the daggers between her fingers gleamed sharply as they flew through the air.
Thunk!
The sound of the daggers striking flesh was followed by the horse’s agonized neighing.
A few of the daggers embedded themselves in the trees, while others grazed the legs of the horses ridden by Sergei and his attendant. The injuries weren’t life-threatening but enough to hinder the horses from running at full speed.
Despite being war-trained, the horses trembled violently from the pain, and Sergei and his attendant struggled to calm them down.
Meanwhile, exchanging quick glances, Olga and Leonid turned their horses in opposite directions and fled. Noticing Olga’s impressive skill, Sergei’s eyes narrowed with determination.
“Mikhail! Bring me that woman! I’ll chase down Rostislav!”
“Understood!”
Mikhail, responding loyally, drove his horse to pursue Olga and quickly disappeared in the direction she had fled. Sergei, now in control of his steadied horse, swiftly began his chase after Leonid. The startled horse soon responded obediently to Sergei’s commands.
