“[Release]!” Lim Jisoo didn’t stay still either. After striking her shadow with her staff, her shadow began to wriggle and move on its own.
It rose taller than Lim Jisoo; soon, the slender shadow rushed towards us at a high speed. Startlingly, the shadow hid in different shadows as it moved–it seemed as if it was teleporting.
“[Sword Curtain].” Just as a pointed hand finally popped up from our shadow, Woo Ragi used his skill to cut down the protruding shadow before it even touched our body.
However, Lim Jisoo’s shadow appeared almost immediately afterwards in the shadow of a tree below us. It quickly climbed the tree. Judging from its movements, this skill allowed the shadow to attack with tremendous speed and from unpredictable angles.
“Cough…”
“You…”
The problem was my condition.
Woo Ragi was doing a good job of defending, but with each violent shake, it felt like my insides were turning upside down. Woo Ragi looked down at my pale face with a grim expression; he distanced himself once more by using powerful skills.
“Open your eyes properly,” Woo Ragi landed between shelves stacked high with Moon Issak’s clones, opened his inventory, and forcibly poured a potion into my mouth. However, it was difficult to swallow the liquid, so most of the potion was spat out.
He smacked me on the cheek without hurting me, “Pull yourself together.”
“…I’m alrigh…”
“If you can’t swallow it, should I shove the bottle down your throat?”
I still couldn’t hold the liquid down even though I just heard something horrifying.
Now, I felt that the blood was suffocating me. I could tell something was wrong, but I felt that I wouldn’t return to normal even if I de-summoned my Servants anyway.
Woo Ragi stared at me, annoyed, as he supported my neck when I couldn’t even lift my head. He looked at the bottle with more than half the liquid remaining and glared at me. Then, after steeling his resolve, he gulped the potion into his own mouth.
I shook my head, feeling uneasy.
“Don–…Nnhgh.”
But, before I could say now, Woo Ragi’s lips touched mine. At first, I was repulsed, but, looking at his contorted face, I felt somewhat emotional.
‘If you hate it so much, you don’t need to feed it to me directly…’ I could only grumble and complain inwardly; I swallowed the potion that forcibly entered my mouth.
However, it didn’t feel like the blood flow had stopped. Strangely, even though I had drunk all of the potion, Woo Ragi kept his lips on mine.
No, to be precise…
‘Blood…’
He was drinking my blood.
I patted Woo Ragi on the shoulder, saying that it was enough, but he responded by closing his eyes. I could hear the sound of his throat gulping–swallowing thick liquid.
‘Is this dangerous?’
Only then did I realize that Woo Ragi had been starving, even though he pretended to be above these urges. Even though he maintained his distance from me, it was hard for him to keep his barriers up once my blood entered his mouth.
I didn’t think this discomfort would alleviate if I were to push Woo Ragi out of the way. Besides, the blood was going to leave my body anyway…
Therefore, I didn’t push him away and laid still. I made up my mind–there were some unavoidable aspects to the Servants that couldn’t be changed through will alone. I decided to be patient; telling a starving person to slow down wouldn’t help matters. However, inevitably, I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable…Especially when I thought of Dawon. It felt like sharp fingertips were poking at my guilty conscience.
Only after gulping down another couple mouthfuls of my blood did Woo Ragi return to his senses. After greedily drinking as much blood as he could, he slowly opened his eyes; with each blink, his dull gaze became a bit clearer. Then, he pushed me away, screaming as if he had been burned.
I closed my tingling, numb lips tightly and glared at him. I wanted to be angry at him but, seeing his distorted expression, I felt like this was all a huge accident, so I didn’t want to reprimand him further.
“Ah, fuck.” However, when Woo Ragi began cursing, the annoyance I had been holding back exploded forward.
“…Honestly, shouldn’t I be the one to swear in this situation?”
“I was enduring well, but you had to do something idiotic and mess it all up.”
“Do you think I did it on purpose?!” My retort sounded justifiably defensive.
I closed my mouth in the middle of my response because I felt lightheaded from anemia. Meanwhile, Woo Ragi rinsed the insides of his mouth with another potion before spitting onto the floor. It felt like he was disinfecting his mouth; though I was annoyed, there was nothing I could do.
In any case, no matter how repulsed Woo Ragi felt, his complexion was much brighter than before. The swordsman seemed to realize that as well; Woo Ragi repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fist, muttering as if he were amazed. “Fuck. Just drank a little blood, and now I’m…”
A system notification message popped up in front of my eyes.
[Your intimacy with your Servant ‘Woo Ragi,’ has decreased by one point.]
[He resents you for destroying his carefully crafted and maintained rationality.]
[Still, you’ve temporarily restored Servant ‘Woo Ragi’ and staved off his unnatural condition, ‘Craving,’ increasing his ability by 20%]
[How do you feel about supplying some blood to ‘Woo Ragi’ periodically?]
‘What? That punk…’
I glared at him while angrily reading the system messages. However, Woo Ragi merely took out another potion bottle when our eyes met.
He handed me the bottle after uncapping it and ordered, “Drink it all. If your bleeding continues, release the summon.”
“That’s…”
“Didn’t Seo Dawon tell you that the Servants would become a threat to you if you continue to bleed?”
I was forced to nod because his gaze was just so vicious. The way he spoke suggested that these craving impulses were almost impossible to ignore.
‘Gulp.’ When I finished emptying the bottle, the cutting pain in my stomach finally started to subside.
Woo Ragi looked at my relieved expression and urged me to hop onto his back. I put my arms around his neck and impulsively blurted out, “Don’t tell Dawon-ie.”
“…Just manage your expression.” He coolly retorted, as if he were stating the obvious. The Swordsman then began to run away at a tremendous speed.
I had no idea where our destination was, but after about five minutes, my ears caught the sound of explosions. Someone must be fighting.
“…Bang Eunji.”
Soon after the explosion sounds, it didn’t take long for eye-catching pink hair to come into view.
Perhaps she heard my whisper; Bang Eunji looked back, eyes wide open, while swinging [Gunblade]. Unexpectedly, a hint of joy flashed across her face.
Woo Ragi landed at her side and deftly kicked one of the oncoming Holy Mother statues, sending its head flying.
The other approaching statues hesitated and came to a brief standoff. Woo Ragi and Bang Eunji, experienced in battle, naturally aligned their bodies, placed their backs against each other, and watched the enemies in front of them.
Bang Eunji opened her mouth first, “What about guildmaster-nim?”
“……”
I glanced at the silent Swordsman and replied, “He’s… locked in some cage. I think we’ll have to release him later.”
As expected of Bang Eunji… She blushed red. I was taken aback, but, more than that, I was concerned about her (and therefore our) situation.
“…What about Jung Garam?”
“Garam-kun is also locked in a cage. Ooover Theeere~.” With that said, Bang Eunji pointed somewhere; following her pointer finger, there was a cage–the same size as the cage that served as Dawon’s jail. Garam-ie began screaming and jumping up and down when our eyes met.
The assassin was desperately mouthing something; I asked Bang Eunji, “Do you know what he’s saying?”
“He’s cursing. He wants us to take him out.”
“……”
I nodded to Garam-ie to say that I understood him, but Garam-ie kept shaking his head.
‘I feel like he’s saying something different…’
However, just as with Dawon-ie, Garam couldn’t be heard, and the Holy Mother statues were gradually narrowing the distance between us. Also, we were uncertain when Lim Jisoo’s group–which we dodged rather than defeated–would come our way.
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TL: I swear I’m not delusional, but like….
Ragi x Lee-kyung is slowly rising up in my heart.
It’s cute that he only lost ;1; intimacy after kissing and drinking Lee-kyung’s blood. For someone so homophobic, he’s complaining more about the grossness of drinking someone’s blood rather than kissing a guy.
“[Release]!” Lim Jisoo didn’t stay still either. After striking her shadow with her staff, her shadow began to wriggle and move on its own.
It rose taller than Lim Jisoo; soon, the slender shadow rushed towards us at a high speed. Startlingly, the shadow hid in different shadows as it moved–it seemed as if it was teleporting.
“[Sword Curtain].” Just as a pointed hand finally popped up from our shadow, Woo Ragi used his skill to cut down the protruding shadow before it even touched our body.
However, Lim Jisoo’s shadow appeared almost immediately afterwards in the shadow of a tree below us. It quickly climbed the tree. Judging from its movements, this skill allowed the shadow to attack with tremendous speed and from unpredictable angles.
“Cough…”
“You…”
The problem was my condition.
Woo Ragi was doing a good job of defending, but with each violent shake, it felt like my insides were turning upside down. Woo Ragi looked down at my pale face with a grim expression; he distanced himself once more by using powerful skills.
“Open your eyes properly,” Woo Ragi landed between shelves stacked high with Moon Issak’s clones, opened his inventory, and forcibly poured a potion into my mouth. However, it was difficult to swallow the liquid, so most of the potion was spat out.
He smacked me on the cheek without hurting me, “Pull yourself together.”
“…I’m alrigh…”
“If you can’t swallow it, should I shove the bottle down your throat?”
I still couldn’t hold the liquid down even though I just heard something horrifying.
Now, I felt that the blood was suffocating me. I could tell something was wrong, but I felt that I wouldn’t return to normal even if I de-summoned my Servants anyway.
Woo Ragi stared at me, annoyed, as he supported my neck when I couldn’t even lift my head. He looked at the bottle with more than half the liquid remaining and glared at me. Then, after steeling his resolve, he gulped the potion into his own mouth.
I shook my head, feeling uneasy.
“Don–…Nnhgh.”
But, before I could say now, Woo Ragi’s lips touched mine. At first, I was repulsed, but, looking at his contorted face, I felt somewhat emotional.
‘If you hate it so much, you don’t need to feed it to me directly…’ I could only grumble and complain inwardly; I swallowed the potion that forcibly entered my mouth.
However, it didn’t feel like the blood flow had stopped. Strangely, even though I had drunk all of the potion, Woo Ragi kept his lips on mine.
No, to be precise…
‘Blood…’
He was drinking my blood.
I patted Woo Ragi on the shoulder, saying that it was enough, but he responded by closing his eyes. I could hear the sound of his throat gulping–swallowing thick liquid.
‘Is this dangerous?’
Only then did I realize that Woo Ragi had been starving, even though he pretended to be above these urges. Even though he maintained his distance from me, it was hard for him to keep his barriers up once my blood entered his mouth.
I didn’t think this discomfort would alleviate if I were to push Woo Ragi out of the way. Besides, the blood was going to leave my body anyway…
Therefore, I didn’t push him away and laid still. I made up my mind–there were some unavoidable aspects to the Servants that couldn’t be changed through will alone. I decided to be patient; telling a starving person to slow down wouldn’t help matters. However, inevitably, I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable…Especially when I thought of Dawon. It felt like sharp fingertips were poking at my guilty conscience.
Only after gulping down another couple mouthfuls of my blood did Woo Ragi return to his senses. After greedily drinking as much blood as he could, he slowly opened his eyes; with each blink, his dull gaze became a bit clearer. Then, he pushed me away, screaming as if he had been burned.
I closed my tingling, numb lips tightly and glared at him. I wanted to be angry at him but, seeing his distorted expression, I felt like this was all a huge accident, so I didn’t want to reprimand him further.
“Ah, fuck.” However, when Woo Ragi began cursing, the annoyance I had been holding back exploded forward.
“…Honestly, shouldn’t I be the one to swear in this situation?”
“I was enduring well, but you had to do something idiotic and mess it all up.”
“Do you think I did it on purpose?!” My retort sounded justifiably defensive.
I closed my mouth in the middle of my response because I felt lightheaded from anemia. Meanwhile, Woo Ragi rinsed the insides of his mouth with another potion before spitting onto the floor. It felt like he was disinfecting his mouth; though I was annoyed, there was nothing I could do.
In any case, no matter how repulsed Woo Ragi felt, his complexion was much brighter than before. The swordsman seemed to realize that as well; Woo Ragi repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fist, muttering as if he were amazed. “Fuck. Just drank a little blood, and now I’m…”
A system notification message popped up in front of my eyes.
[Your intimacy with your Servant ‘Woo Ragi,’ has decreased by one point.]
[He resents you for destroying his carefully crafted and maintained rationality.]
[Still, you’ve temporarily restored Servant ‘Woo Ragi’ and staved off his unnatural condition, ‘Craving,’ increasing his ability by 20%]
[How do you feel about supplying some blood to ‘Woo Ragi’ periodically?]
‘What? That punk…’
I glared at him while angrily reading the system messages. However, Woo Ragi merely took out another potion bottle when our eyes met.
He handed me the bottle after uncapping it and ordered, “Drink it all. If your bleeding continues, release the summon.”
“That’s…”
“Didn’t Seo Dawon tell you that the Servants would become a threat to you if you continue to bleed?”
I was forced to nod because his gaze was just so vicious. The way he spoke suggested that these craving impulses were almost impossible to ignore.
‘Gulp.’ When I finished emptying the bottle, the cutting pain in my stomach finally started to subside.
Woo Ragi looked at my relieved expression and urged me to hop onto his back. I put my arms around his neck and impulsively blurted out, “Don’t tell Dawon-ie.”
“…Just manage your expression.” He coolly retorted, as if he were stating the obvious. The Swordsman then began to run away at a tremendous speed.
I had no idea where our destination was, but after about five minutes, my ears caught the sound of explosions. Someone must be fighting.
“…Bang Eunji.”
Soon after the explosion sounds, it didn’t take long for eye-catching pink hair to come into view.
Perhaps she heard my whisper; Bang Eunji looked back, eyes wide open, while swinging [Gunblade]. Unexpectedly, a hint of joy flashed across her face.
Woo Ragi landed at her side and deftly kicked one of the oncoming Holy Mother statues, sending its head flying.
The other approaching statues hesitated and came to a brief standoff. Woo Ragi and Bang Eunji, experienced in battle, naturally aligned their bodies, placed their backs against each other, and watched the enemies in front of them.
Bang Eunji opened her mouth first, “What about guildmaster-nim?”
“……”
I glanced at the silent Swordsman and replied, “He’s… locked in some cage. I think we’ll have to release him later.”
As expected of Bang Eunji… She blushed red. I was taken aback, but, more than that, I was concerned about her (and therefore our) situation.
“…What about Jung Garam?”
“Garam-kun is also locked in a cage. Ooover Theeere~.” With that said, Bang Eunji pointed somewhere; following her pointer finger, there was a cage–the same size as the cage that served as Dawon’s jail. Garam-ie began screaming and jumping up and down when our eyes met.
The assassin was desperately mouthing something; I asked Bang Eunji, “Do you know what he’s saying?”
“He’s cursing. He wants us to take him out.”
“……”
I nodded to Garam-ie to say that I understood him, but Garam-ie kept shaking his head.
‘I feel like he’s saying something different…’
However, just as with Dawon-ie, Garam couldn’t be heard, and the Holy Mother statues were gradually narrowing the distance between us. Also, we were uncertain when Lim Jisoo’s group–which we dodged rather than defeated–would come our way.
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TL: I swear I’m not delusional, but like….
Ragi x Lee-kyung is slowly rising up in my heart.
It’s cute that he only lost ;1; intimacy after kissing and drinking Lee-kyung’s blood. For someone so homophobic, he’s complaining more about the grossness of drinking someone’s blood rather than kissing a guy.
