Please Kill Me - Chapter 7
While being hit doesn’t necessarily hurt…
Wait.
‘Why didn’t he hit me today?’
Suddenly, thoughts crossed her mind as she strolled with her intact body for the first time in a while.
Despite Sergei’s anger, Yekaterina finished her meal and was enjoying a leisurely walk. Thanks to the natural flow of events, Yekaterina didn’t realize that Sergei hadn’t punished her for disturbing the meal.
Sergei would often, without hesitation, slap her with his large hand or grab her by the hair and throw her when Yekaterina acted out of line. When she was younger, it used to hurt so much that she would cry alone, but as she grew older, there wasn’t a need for hitting much.
Perhaps it was due to the protection spell; even if she was hit, it didn’t hurt. It didn’t mean that being hit felt good.
‘Interesting.’
Yekaterina was somewhat prepared to be hit by Sergei. While Sergei glared at her as if he would kill her, he didn’t actually strike her.
Why? Because it was a sacred dining table? Or because his wife was present? But when she was younger, he would hit her anywhere if he was in a bad mood.
Moreover, Sergei would exchange glances with Ludmilla. Ludmilla had certainly seen Sergei’s gaze, and there was no way Sergei refrained from punishing her because of Ludmilla.
‘Maybe it’s because of Dmitry?’
Did he not want to show violence in front of his cherished son? There were various speculations, but there was no clear answer.
‘Well, it doesn’t matter.’
Yekaterina set aside her thoughts and opened the door to the monster slaughterhouse.
Along with the unpleasant sound of creaking, rows of monster corpses and the pungent smell of blood immediately assaulted her senses. The slaughterhouse was a place where any child of noble families would be reluctant to go.
However, for Yekaterina, it was one of the most familiar places in the mansion. She had spent her entire life wielding a sword, defeating monsters, and slaughtering them.
This place, with its roughly finished furniture, scattered monster corpses, and the unpleasant smell of monster blood whenever the wind blew, was Yekaterina’s training ground and room.
“Miss, you’ve arrived.”
“Yes.”
Nodding at the greetings from the workers, Yekaterina briskly walked past them. Just as Yekaterina was familiar to them, they were also familiar to Yekaterina. Instead of lengthy and courteous greetings, a simple nod of the head was enough for everyone.
Yekaterina headed straight for the neatly arranged tools used for butchering. While she was thinking of picking up a new sword, her attention was drawn to a monster mounted on the butchering stand.
Examining the creature, which resembled a wild boar, Yekaterina muttered out of habit, “They said they were going to butcher a 2nd grade monster today, but the hide hasn’t been removed yet…..”
Today, she didn’t come here for butchering, so it didn’t really matter. This was also a professional habit.
Yekaterina shifted her focus and approached the wall where butchering knives were laid out.
This one’s too long, and this one’s too short. Maybe this cleaver is just right?
As Yekaterina was choosing a knife, a man approached her and said, “Um, Miss.”
“Yes?”
“Isn’t that knife too short to strip the hide? You should use the one over here…”
In the slaughterhouse, the most skilled workers typically didn’t question whatever Yekaterina did. They rarely offered advice unless it was absolutely necessary. Seeing someone giving unsolicited instructions maybe it was strange for her who usually started working swiftly upon arrival was now muttering.
“I won’t butcher.”
“But shouldn’t you start by handling it first so that we can proceed with the gutting?”
Seems bothersome even though she said she won’t.
Yekaterina, with the tip of her fingers, tilted the cleaver and looked at the man with an indifferent gaze. If his only sin was being diligent at work, Yekaterina had no intention of reprimanding him..
“Do I have to say it twice? I said I’m not doing it.”
She spoke with a stern tone, unlike her usual self, and she still held the cleaver.
“N-no, that’s not it. I’m sorry, Miss.”
Contrary to Yekaterina’s intention, the man became visibly frightened and contemplative. Yekaterina found it puzzling.
‘Why is he reacting like this?’
The treatment Yekaterina received in the Offenbach castle was nothing more or less than that of a house pet.
While most acknowledged her exceptional skills, due to her generally aloof demeanor, they would ignore any treatment and often disregard the title of ‘Miss’. They seemed to consider Yekaterina’s indifference as implicit approval. It wasn’t significant enough to warrant correction, so Yekaterina had let it be.
However, it was a bit surprising to see them react like this just because her attitude had changed a bit.
‘Well, as long as they don’t assign me any tasks, it’s fine.’
Yekaterina diverted her attention from the man and focused on the cleaver.
“That’s enough for now.”
“Oh, yes… Thank you.”
The man, wearing a frightened expression, took a step back. Along with a clang, a red liquid splattered on his shoes. The nature of the liquid on the slaughterhouse floor was evident without explanation.
‘Now, let’s put it to the test.’
