The Harvest Mouse Exits the Fairytale Together with Cinderella - Chapter 9
‘Werebeast mouse? Kill?’
Elodie had died of old age in her past life.
In other words, she had survived among humans who were eager to exterminate any mouse they saw until she died.
Elodie moved before figuring out what had happened.
Swiftly, she transformed into a mouse and flew through the gaps between the items piled up in the warehouse.
Once transformed back into a human, she gained the ability to effortlessly navigate between the realms of mouse and human, as naturally as breathing.
She’s free.
It felt liberating, as if breaking free from the restraints that had bound her entire body.
“Don’t let it escape! If you miss it, you’ll all die together!”
The fate of the family is at stake!
The butler’s face turned crimson.
“What are you doing? Get away from Elodie right now!”
Sera shouted palely, but no one paid any attention to her words.
Including the butler, the knights he brought were determined to crush the mouse underfoot.
Elodie, avoiding the incessant stampede, darted into a mouse hole in the wall.
The warehouse, with its numerous gaps and corners, made it possible.
“Damn it! Tear down the walls!”
“Yes!”
Tearing down the walls?
Were they going to that extent?
Were they so obsessed with killing just one werebeast mouse?
‘Why am I a werebeast mouse in the first place, and why do they want to kill me?’
Elodie couldn’t fathom it at all.
But.
‘If they catch me, I’ll definitely die.’
That much was certain.
Using her long tail and claws, Elodie desperately climbed the wall.
She aimed to find an opening to move into another room.
Crack, crack!
At that moment, a knight’s sword pierced through the wall right beside her.
Gasping, Elodie quickly moved in the opposite direction.
Swoosh!
However, another sword pierced through the wall in the direction she was heading.
The knights didn’t relent with their swords.
The swords, whether broken or not, continued their brutish, straight-line movements in an attempt to tear down the wall.
“Here’s an axe!”
“Good, let’s use that…”
Elodie’s eyes involuntarily shut tight.
‘Can I survive here?’
She could finally be of help to Sera.
‘I can’t die now, leaving Sera behind!’
Then came that moment.
“Why are you all huddled together against the wall?”
A voice echoed.
It was a thin, almost delicate voice, not too thick but certainly not weak.
As soon as he spoke, the surroundings fell silent as if there was no one around.
A light, measured gait approached slowly.
“Fighting the wall, were you?”
“Y, Young Duke.”
“Pathetic. It seems a fictional lunatic charging at a windmill in a novel would make a more convincing knight.”
The tone was mocking, but the voice was icy, sending a chill through the air.
The cold gaze of the young boy scanned the knights struggling to tear down the wall, then landed on the butler.
More precisely, it focused on the butler, who was tightly holding onto Sera’s wrist, preventing her from escaping.
Sera, desperately squirming to break free, screamed with a flushed face.
“Let go of me!”
The boy responded by tilting his head, pointing at Sera.
“She’s asking you to let her go.”
“You misunderstand. I was merely considering giving proper education to a misbehaving servant girl.”
“So what?”
“Young Duke, there’s no need to be concerned about the improper conduct of a lowly servant girl…”
“You’ve been told repeatedly to let her go. Are you deaf?”
“…”
The butler had no choice but to release Sera, going against the orders of Count Bluewood.
The opponent was none other than Young Duke Edmund, the successor to the Valkyriesen Dukedom.
As soon as Sera escaped from the butler’s grip, she immediately knelt down.
Though she didn’t know who the boy before her was, she understood that he was the only hope to save
Elodie from the imminent danger of death.
“Young Duke, please save Elodie.”
“Elodie?”
“She’s my friend, a werebeast mouse. They’re trying to catch and kill her—”
“Ah, no!”
The butler, in panic, interrupted Sera’s words.
He vehemently denied, his cold sweat pouring down like rain.
“It’s an absurd accusation! Why would we attempt murder in this situation, especially when you, sir, have personally visited us regarding the werebeast disappearance issue!”
“I’m curious about that too.”
Edmund’s golden eyes, shining vividly in the darkness, narrowed in an instant.
He briefly glanced at the glass bead he held in his hand, then turned his gaze back towards the wall.
