Please Kill Me - Chapter 9
Force. Yekaterina, staring at the man who spoke as if he was showing generosity, replied with a question, “Who against whom?”
“What?”
Puh! In an instant, the man who had been holding Yekaterina’s left arm was flung away. And then, her right arm. They were all men with bodies about twice the size of Yekaterina, but she easily escaped. Her rigorous martial arts training had all been for moments like this.
Sergei’s subordinates had bewildered expressions on their faces. Whether they were surprised by the fact that Yekaterina, who had always remained still like an inanimate object, was now resisting, or that a petite girl barely twenty-four years old could be this strong, it was hard to tell. Their stuttering words were almost embarrassing to hear.
“Mi, Miss. Are you trying to defy the master’s orders?”
“Yes. I have somewhere to go.”
“I’m sorry, but you can’t go. If you do, your punishment will only increase!”
“Hold the Miss!”
Sergei’s subordinates quickly shook off their confusion and remembered what they had to do.
Their approach was serious, as if they realized that their opponent was not to be underestimated. But to Yekaterina, they were nothing more than a group of ragtags.
Who do they think they are, trying to restrain her?
“Crossing the line!”
Considering their family’s motto of survival of the fittest. Yekaterina let out a sigh and stepped back.
The blood of a monster had pooled on the ground under Yekaterina’s shoes. Her graceful movements resembled dancing, though it was hardly an appropriate situation.
At the same time, the knife, which had been directed towards her, spun in the air and landed on the ground.
Yekaterina’s gaze quickly scanned the interior of the slaughterhouse. Other subordinates who were butchering monsters were now rushing to grab her, meaning everyone inside the slaughterhouse was an enemy.
Half armed, half unarmed – she quickly assessed the situation.
At that moment, one subordinate rushed forward.
“Put the knife down!”
Yekaterina tilted the blade to avoid his hand.
Then, she swung it straight through the air.
“Ahh!”
Next, a man who had tried to grab her arm from behind.
The sword, having passed by the previous man, continued its arc and attacked the thigh of the man behind her.
“Hah!”
Yekaterina clenched the man’s thigh and elbowed the screaming man. He was pushed back two paces.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
The subordinates who screamed in pain, writhing on the slaughterhouse floor, and the men who had rushed to grab Yekaterina hesitated and stepped back.
A petite woman with a calm demeanor – it was the perfect condition to be underestimated. Perhaps they thought that, being a Miss, she was treated with special care and had boldly rushed at her.
After a few were defeated, Sergei’s subordinates realized they were in the presence of the sharpest sword forged in Offenbach.
‘This is the law of the jungle.’
Yekaterina thought grimly, twirling the bloodied knife with ease. Although she appeared relaxed, she was searching for an exit.
‘Right now, they’re blocking the door on that side…’
She needed to lure them out.
“I’m leaving. Does anyone else want to try?”
“W-What are you doing? Can’t anyone catch a single Miss? It’s the master’s order! Seize her!”
When the man who had raised his voice a little earlier shouted, the men who had been hesitating earlier drew their swords one by one.
Within Offenbach, there was no one as terrifying as Sergei. His command was the law.
“Please forgive the impertinence, Miss!”
The men in the slaughterhouse, including those who had just arrived moments ago, all rushed towards Yekaterina. They may have verbally asked for forgiveness and expressed regret, but there wasn’t a single person among them who genuinely felt sorry.
Following orders from above was the norm, and anyone harboring guilt for doing so had long perished within Offenbach. In Offenbach, it didn’t matter whether it was the body or the soul; there was no room for weakness.
Weak individuals, both physically and emotionally, had all met their end in Offenbach. Sergei often equated conscience and kindness with weakness, and it had been a long time since anyone dared to reveal their conscience or kindness in Offenbach.
‘So, I have nothing to feel sorry about here.’
She was sick of Offenbach now. Yekaterina let out a hollow breath and made a leap.
In a room drenched in red with blood on the floor and a red ceiling, a white dress fluttered. Stepping on the arms and shoulders of the men, Yekaterina soared through the air and landed in front of the door.
Because everyone had rushed to the spot where Yekaterina had been, there was only one man standing in front of her.
“W-Where do you think you’re going? You can’t go, hmph!”
“Let me give you a piece of advice. You should lower your voice.”
The loudest beasts often met their end first. Yekaterina wondered what this man had learned during his time in Offenbach.
After easily subduing the man, Yekaterina calmly walked out of the door.
‘Living and dying are both so exhausting…’
She thought she wanted to finish it quickly and rest. Her path left behind a trail of bloodied footprints.
