Chapter 34: The Goth Witch Denies Many Things
When I first met Darius, I believed the aristocracy was just toying with me by sending him completely drunk to my cell.
I remember clearly how that idiot seemed so cowardly and useless... but when he mentioned about the Silver Scar ritual, I started doubting my own judgment.
And now, because of all this, because I decided to trust a sex-addicted drunk from a declining family, I’m helping slaves in the criminal underworld and playing the hero of the story.
I don’t know when I started to like him, maybe when he made that ridiculous appearance in court, using all sorts of nonsense and lies to protect me, and I also have no idea why I’m worried now about whether he’ll come back or not.
He was supposed to be a piece to get me off the gallows, which worked out very well, so why does my chest tighten just thinking about that bastard’s face? We only had a one-night stand, I used him purely to comfort myself and cleanse the bitterness in my heart because of Philomeu, so why...?
Before I can overthink it, the auction house ceiling collapses. I raise a hand, conjuring a dark wall that prevents both me and the slaves following me from being crushed.
It doesn’t matter anymore. Darius will die here, choosing to sacrifice himself for a bunch of strangers and for a person who barely valued him. Pathetic.
I am still weakened from having offered a part of my pact to Karthak, but maybe it’s enough to get out of here.
All the demi-humans follow my lead as we exit through the back of the auction house. Luckily, the scene caused by Darius was enough to throw anyone off our trail, and there’s probably an exit nearby hidden behind one of the abandoned houses.
"Mi-Miss Ravenna..."
One of the feral girls with cat ears clutches my dress. Gross.
"Are we... are we really going to escape here?"